Full moon horizon
Diamond glints upon black ebony
Light dancing over the ripples
Offering chimerical company.
Starlight shimmering
Golden flecks upon the shroud
Enchanting visual prisms
Mythical promise vowed.
Zephyr tantalizing
Gentle upon the flesh
Cool fingers caressing
Slipping through mesh.
Astral soul
Beseeching flight
Desire of freedom
Dreamscape delight.
May 17, 2013
Moonlit nights
Befall my soul
Enrich my senses
Make me whole.
Stargazer display
Light my eyes
Glints of pleasure
Sadness dies.
Cool breeze
Upon my skin
Caressing softly
Luxurious sin.
Aromatic nature
Scent divine
Stirring within
Emotional wine.
Liquid kisses
Trickling down
Dancing sprinkles
Wet the ground.
Rejuvenation
Renewal complete
Rebirth of a smile
Fantasy sweet.
~May 17, 2013
Slipping between lines of reality.
The woven fabric unfurled.
Grasping for hold in thin air.
The edge of sight uncurled.
Losing yourself within the fall.
Allowing the dark take hold.
A smile plays upon the lips.
The body accepts the cold.
The visions snake into the mind.
The world changes attire.
All you see is but a dream.
New meaning to acquire.
The past all gone, forgotten.
Memories begin to fade away.
Unearthly haunting pleasures.
Upon the mind do play.
~April 16, 2012
Touch the dawn
and break the silence.
Screaming in
the endless violence.
Crimson flows
into the seas.
Nothing heard
above the pleas.
Shiny dagger's
coldly steel.
Searing pain
is all you feel.
Look of death
upon their face.
Darkness falls
upon this place.
Hell and torment
grinning back.
Dripping teeth
upon attack.
Ripping flesh
from here to there.
No safely hiding
anywhere.
Fires burn
upon the ground.
Spinning madness
all around.
Look upon
the glass of vanity.
See unleashed
your own insanity.
~August 26, 2011
Walking on shards of broken glass.
Crimson trickling between.
River of pain laid out in a path.
Eternity for a scream.
Trapped nightmares within a soul.
Bitterness teasing a taste.
Darkness looms upon a mile.
Frozen fear across the face.
She walks the road of fallen dreams.
Anticipating the end of the trail.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Irony awaiting upon the veil.
Madness sparks the depths of Hell.
Visions taunt and twirl.
The walk begins with never an end.
Death unknown to the girl.
~August 26, 2011
Twisted tendrils of smoke fill her nostrils.
The heavy ashen taste tantalizes her lips.
Her eyes roll back as she savors the sweet flavor.
She pushes the poker further into the blaze.
Wisps of red hot embers fill the fireplace.
The heat begins to warm her cold body.
The harsh pounding in her head begins to ease.
The tightness in her chest finally starts to give way.
But nothing has come close to filling the void inside.
Anger smolders deep at the emptiness that taunts.
The softly muffled noise no longer an irritation.
She twists the poker around while anticipation builds.
The poker end becoming white hot angry iron.
A threat of a laugh we
The heat of the sun gives way
to a humidly laden night.
She sits upon a fallen trunk of tree
and stares up at the moon.
The light catches the sheen of sweat
that has dressed her flesh.
The flora around wilted from the
hot moisture that has touched upon
the land from the long summer days.
The cool color of night a mere lie
as the warmth of the air still lingers
too thickly to breathe.
She stands as her gown clings to her
damp skin and she strolls to a clearing.
She holds her hands up at the stars
and whispers a chant so faint it
barely escapes her lips.
As the chant becomes rhythmic,
she begins to sway with the
barely audibl
She hears the voice whisper softly to her soul,
as gently as a breeze caressing the skin.
Her flesh tingles with the thought of sweet release,
but her mind fights against the enchanting lure.
The voice sinuously snakes itself around the
cerebral cortex of her fevered brain,
hoping to choke out the ability of logic
and ensure no resistance against it's own agenda.
A bewitching chant softly upon her audial senses,
so sinfully sensual and full of urgent need.
She closes her eyes as she lays down upon a bed
of lush grass beneath the blanket of the moon.
The melody so sweet and hypnotic upon her,
like the touch of a passionate lover.
Her hand
A seed within the soul does bloom
when fed upon despair.
A richly soil of sadness beds
the sprout about to fare.
The stem shoots up in frenzied need
to bring upon it's life.
Thorns adorn in greedy wake
to puncture like a knife.
The leaves unfold wanting tears
to quench upon it's thirst.
The bud in bloom luxuriant
as the prismatic colors burst.
The flower's name is Discontent
with roots that snake down deep.
It multiplies and will not give room
for other desires to reap.
~April 29, 2011
Sing to me my dark-winged Angel.
A melancholy tune upon a breeze.
A sadness fills me from within
as loneliness takes hold.
Your presence haunts my memory
as I feel a cold seep into my skin.
Death blooms a vast array of
emotional debris that leaves me
searching for the night.
Will Morpheus bring images of you
into my dreamscape, or just a shadow
to taunt my soul? I lay in the cool
embrace of the moonlight blanket and
wait for a melody to begin.
~April 14, 2011