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Nine Shades (Written 2005)
Nine shades of darkness enfold me
I look to the shadows, longing to appease the ache inside All I find is frustration, for the wanting will not abate I beg my soul, my heart, my reason to stand defiant of the need But the only thing that can save me is my surrender to this sensation And in a gesture of defeat, I release my grip and fall into the abyss Falling, becoming consumed by passion |
2005
"Nomad"
The road, a patient lover sits waiting for my nomadic return to her asphalt bosom where I belong |
Blood of Iron robs my memory
Leaving me on the frozen plain of Winter I ache for you to wash me clean my thunderstorm I dream of eternity Recalling our lustful moments and longing to return to these languid days of Summer |
A single spark lights the night
Your lips strike mine like lightning Burning me, melting my body to yours You move over me, zealous in your conquest As you do so, thoughts of your delicate nature Shatter on the floor of my mind like glass In a weak voice I mutter my need And my words are swept away In the breeze of your breath on my skin The winds churn inside me Holding back a tempest I crash upon your shore like a tsunami Laying waste to all your inhibitions You my beautiful disaster |
2005
"Passionate Release: Part II"
For years Countless years Endless years Passion was contained Hidden Like buried treasure Then one came One who asks nothing Wants nothing Takes nothing This one never felt passion Never had it course through veins Like molten lava This one never saw passion True passion This one never experienced passion Experienced passion for what it was What it really was Show this one passion The passion it had been denied The passion it never knew existed Make it feel Feel passion Make it hear Hear passion Make it passion |
2005
"Passionate Release: Part III"
Release flows Scalding Hot A river Running Across hands Across tongues Quenching the passion Flowing uninhibitedly Endlessly Passion everywhere Covering the heart Covering the body A second skin Clinging |
"Om Tare Tutare Ture Svaha"
I come to you Silent in the moonlight I look for countless moments To your skin Smooth as marble And I think Oh, the blasphemy As I reach out touching Skin Soft As the petal of a lotus Here I will revere you I will worship you Upon an altar of desire A mantra Of sighs Of moans Of grunts Escaping my lips 'Tara Kye Kyenno’ I cry As you show me Heaven Between your thighs |
2005
"Passionate Release: Part IV"
Such strong release Such overwhelming release Such consuming release Breeds passion Is Passion Every minute move made Filled to the brim Overflowing With passion Passion inside Deep inside Now it knows Passion It felt It heard It was shown It is Passion |
Written 2005
"Parnassian Aria"
A lone figure stands in defiance of the rain With an angry cry torn from lips twisted in pain Loving tears, like lightning, strike angrily at the ground This is total anguish and loss put to sound So much turmoil and pain lie under the skin Meek verbiage takes form and so the words begin.. "Sweet sweet bard, sweeter love, how long have I followed your song? My journey has been ever wearisome and oh so long" Times changed, so much become forgotten except in hys mind's eye With weary posture, ragged words, "Enough!", is the cry Surrounded by new kingdoms of concrete, glass and steel Longing for a loving touch upon hys skin to feel Searching again, hy waits for another lover, another day Knowing in hys heart, on meeting the very words she will say... "Sweet sweet bard, sweeter love, how long have I followed your song? My journey has been ever wearisome and oh so long" |
03/23/2005
"Tuurngaq" (Fallen Angel)
I am an angel made from Heaven's Light Created to uphold what is right I am an angel born of the god's sweat and strife The only one given mortal life I am an angel who draws earthly breath who also knows the pain of death I am an angel and yet I too can fall I am an angel and not above it all I am an angel, once top of the list One who longed for only a kiss I am an angel who felt a human touch then was left longing for it too much I am an angel who dared to love and now have fallen from Heaven above I am an angel of flesh and bone I no longer wish to be alone I am an angel who in passion did lie I am an angel and now I cry I am an angel, denied Heaven's throne with no place to call my home I am an angel who dared desire Now, I shall forever be burned in love's fire I am an angel or so I seem The only one to have a mortal's dream |
2004
"An Alphabet of War"
All the pain in the world is Bundled up inside us Causing many of us to have our spirit Die with each passing day. Everywhere we look, we and Find people who Glorify living the "good life" while still others preach about Happiness In tune with Joy as they refuse to acknowledge that the Killing and wars rage on... Leaving society injured, dead and torn. It Makes them angry, demanding and Needing answers as well as Ordering strong vindication. But to Pause, Question the facts while Requesting something different, finding only a Silent whisper of no hope or Truth, so very Unyielding. "That won't stop the Viciousness and violence", we cry as the government Wages more personal wars on morality. If we refuse to be another Xerox copy of Fascism, Yearning for freedom, we will find that all our Zeal will have been just another meaningless and weak facade in the sands of time. |
2005
"The scene"
I had been captivated by her all night There was something about her that caught my eye I couldn’t place a name to it. I watch as she strips for hym Standing there in her defiant stark beauty I notice that others have gathered to watch this scene unfold I wonder what will hy choose to be hys implements To inflict maddeningly passionate torture on her body As I watch I see her lift her head Her eyes catch mine She is absolutely stunning there A picture of obedient submission Hy leads her to the St. Andrews cross and restrains her there perfectly Her head is turned to the side I meet her gaze full on I watch as hy picks up the buffalo hide floggers And begins hys warm-up I watch intently, never losing her gaze I watch as her body moves into each touch of the leather on her skin And her eyes become glazed over with only the rawest of emotions I feel a deep stirring in my body I watch this torment play itself out before me I watch as hy brings her closer and closer to the brink Of what I am unsure And yet through it all her gaze has never strayed from mine Before long I see her eyes close She bites her bottom lip This scene so intense it shakes me to the core And yet I am at the verge of release myself Her eyes open and fix on me again as her body begins to shudder Hy soon moves to release her Beginning the aftercare that such an intense scene demands I am left shaken to my core as together they turn Walking away to some more secluded area I shrug off the obviousness of my arousal I make my way through the throngs of people outside into the darkness I step into the womb of the night Drawing several cleaning breaths into my lungs Trying to still my raging libido I am oblivious to time and space as the cool night air fills me I then feel a touch upon my shoulder Turning in the darkness I know who it is even though I cannot see her face I fight the urge to pull her into my arms Showing her the extent of my arousal Instead I stand silent As she leans in and whispers “Thank you” Then kisses my cheek Before waking away |
03/24/2005
"Langian"
Plateau Pinnacle Rincon This is the landscape of your body I long for a sojourn in the haven your flesh offers Show me the way to paradise |
If I dared to delve inside
I wonder what would I find.... Possibly I would find me.... |
2005
"2nd Revelation"
Insinuate yourself upon the idea of my passions Tantalizing... My reason Invigorating.. My logic Reverberating In my soul This is the desert of my temptation Cast me not aside If this is the Alpha Then you are the Omega I welcome this Armageddon Show me the way to Golgotha Bring me to the state of catastrophe Bring about my willing demise Crucify me upon your fingertips Let your desires wash over me This is... The Way The Truth The Life Leave me here on this silken wasteland Ravaged by the needs that rage within you The heavens quake with my lament As the verbiage is written upon my body “Oh god” My heart cries hoping you will not forsake me Wishful thinking at it’s best |
2005
"The Apostate"
aka: "Free Thinker" Delusions, the front page headlines Consume the world around me at a price of $ 1.50 Disgust fills my lungs like the air I breathe And with deliberate intent In defiance of “god’s law” passed down And distributed through Legislature as, “Liberty and Justice for those who Obey” I choose an existence in defiance of the “norm” I journey outside the limitations Of a definition I never chose I determine for myself... Who I am I give death To the dogmatic destiny Of my fellow wo/men Which has been bred inside Through countless, Mindless Generations I declare with a fist raised I am the apostate!! |
2005
"Untitled"
A carmine embrace upon the seas Waves kissed in erubescent hues The sky set afire in shades of claret, vermillion and damask I sit awash in ruddy shadows consumed by thoughts of you My heart swims deeply in a need, glowing crimson, to feel you here Come to me my sanguine beauty Wrap me in your rubicund existence Take me away from this beach of loneliness And into the cerise depths of your heart |
2005
"Turning pages"
Emotions antiquated on my memory This is infinite honour paid in full I turn the page and move on Carnal desire documented here Upon the journal of my heart Still, I turn the page and move on Tears of yearning well at the recollection I tremble as if your fingers still touch my skin And yet I turned the page and moved on |
"Feminism"
What is this? This is not about class This is not about creed This is not about race This is not about sex This is about want About need About desire A desire to give Of my own free will For my own needs My own desires So touch me here Here where It is not about hands Not about tongues Not about caresses Not about kisses But is about Being a woman A woman in control Control of her passion Her desire Her want Her needs Where it is about Becoming Finding Me |
2005
"Verbal voyeurism"
Verbiage Comes to me So freely Giving herself To my means From her I create Soliloquies Prose Verse And I watch As she In turn Caresses Fondles Embraces Each idea I watch As you read The beauty that together We have created Verbiage and I Watching Syllabics Wrap around you Enfold you Consume you Such beauty Created Expressed Displayed In Verbal voyeurism |
05/03/2005
Ancient passions crumble like dust to the wind
What would have been my life, my soul, my one love has been deprived of me. The beauty of euphonia lies forever just beyond my reach as I sit locked within a stony prison of silence. In sleep I dream of the whisper of your sighs. When I awake, there remains an emptiness, an ache to hear once again the faint strains of your voice. And yet it is all rhetorical, a moot point. For I have never heard a single sound nor will I ever. I sit in the eternal quiet of deafness. |
06/16/2005
"The Garden Of Eden"
I was created in beauty Profiled by sin Here I sat in subservient silence Subject to his every whim “Go forth and multiply” Did not mean conquer, rape and beat Beauty of this garden Now lies broken at my feet The most fearsome beast Walks in the shadow of a man Fires of dissidence burn My weapon in hand Murder beckons Temptation awaits The poison apple bitten Death shall be his fate |
2005
"Rendezvous Part: 1"
Door clicking Shut Behind us Deafening In the silent darkness Outdone Only By the sound Of our laboured breathing Soon Finding myself Pressed Against the wood door Lips Savage Upon my own Fingers Tearing At my shirtfront Quickly moving Pinning her Against the door Assuming The “Upper Hand” Taking hold Of wrists Held above Her head Firmly Kissing her Roughly Then Pulling back Mustering Every ounce of Patience I have Finally Releasing Her hands Moving my own To Her shoulders Keeping Her pressed Against the door Pinioned by my hips Sliding The fabric of her jacket From Her shoulders Letting It slide To the floor My lips Returning To The oasis Of hers Drawing The longest drink From Their depths Placing my hands At the front Of her blouse Slowly Drawing the buttons Through Each Buttonhole My fingers Tracing Along the edge Of The fabric Teasing The skin Revealled Feeling my heart Pounding Like a Jackhammer Beneath The confines Of My rib cage The rhythm Echoing The thunder Outside Her hands Go To My waist Trying To Pull me Closer The only way I could be Closer Is To Be Buried Deep Inside her |
2005
"Rendezvous Part: 2"
Now Down to the last three Buttons Impatience Consuming me Needing To feel Her silky skin Beneath my hands Now Searching Her face Illuminated By the flash Of Lightning outside Looking For any sign To stop Seeing In the dim light Desire Written boldly Across Her face There I received My answer Watching Quickly Before the light Fades Before We are plummeted Back Into Darkness Watching A rivulet of rainwater Plunge Beneath the horizon Of Her silken bra I groaned Trying To reign in My Raging need I find myself Losing The battle Grabbing The fabric In my hands Roughly Ripping The buttons loose They cascade In a shower To The floor My hands Delve Beneath The fabric Fingers Splaying Across the landscape Of Her stomach Brushing The fabric Aside Hands Encircling Her rib cage Her skin Smoother Than I had imagined |
"Elysium"
Intertwined bodies Posit upon a pallet Of barley Of wheat Of Earth Desquamate Of all inhibitions More naked Than mere flesh allows Stripped Past the core Bared Beyond the senses Entering now into The lyceum of the Gods Here Upon Nature’s Altar Our bodies A immolation Of skin Of sweat Of moans Of sighs An offering of passion Here I will revere The goddess Within you With a caress Of words Spoken to Your body Here In the dagoba Of your arms Of your thighs In the tenebrous hours Before the Dawn I will see The gates Of Elysium Opened wide |
09/19/2005
"Alone Haiku"
I in solitude Here in my sanctuary, here alone Finally I'm Free |
2005
"Rendezvous: Part III"
I lean in let my lips navigate the passage down her neck to her collarbone flicking my tongue across its defined edge I felt her shudder clear down in my pelvis she pulled me back in another kiss I pushed the fabric of the torn shirt from her shoulders down her arms free of her hands letting it fall a rumple on the floor I let my hands trail up the bare skin of her arms then back down I moved my hands to her hips pulling her towards me Pulling her deeper into the bulge in my jeans The same bulge that had held her captivated earlier in the day |
09/25/2005
Some Haiku:
Quietly Snow Caresses In Northern Realms she does Reign Her touch, cool, like Ice The rain falling so relentless Caressing my inflamed skin Like only a Mistress can Countless words Devoid of inflection Scream across the page |
09/30/2005
"ziohan"
heart strings there for the plucking draw from my body ontemn |
09/30/2005
" orð "
spoken in silence echoing in my heart like distant thunder |
10/05/2005
"æmtig"
filling my void one digit at a time |
11/03/2005
As the steam and heat of the night’s passions fade on the cool morning air
And the morning calls an end to the darkness of want, of need, of desire I jump at the chance to touch you, caress you, feel you As you lie static, and wrapped in the safe, comforting embrace of slumber Gently I search for any sign of your fall from heaven A divine illuminance radiating from your angelic face, Anything that would release the mystery behind that dangerous glint in your eyes. My hands traverse up your back, sliding over the ink markings on your skin, the various branding marks, and the places left tender from all those who have hurt you before. Each one of these a testament of the pain life has forced you to endure. I see now, that here lies the proof of your astral birth, my fallen angel.. A feather, inked flat against the canvas of your skin |
12/06/2005
A mirrored reflection in your eyes
Wanting To touch the core of you And all the answers hidden there, Woven into a tangled mess of emotion I am the key to the puzzle The answer to the riddle Let me reach fully into your soul And take what is mine: Your heart |
02/23/2006
Hungry for your words upon my skin.
I long to swallow your solliloquies, And feel them slip across my tongue like the silkenness of warm brandy. My soul sleeps. Longing to be awakened with a gentle whisper. The gift of your verbiage enfolding me in the subtlest nuance. Each word, a seperate caress. Heightening my desires. Making me crave more. Give to me the gift of your epic. And as you wink at me, An unspoken promise upon your lips. I offer you the mystery that is me. Begging. Longing. Craving. Nothing more than your words. Syllables of strikingly vivid hues, Painted upon the canvas of my desires. And through the gates of erotic prose, Give to me not only the world, But the universe whole. |
03/29/2005
Jaded writings on countless pages of parchment
Darkness of ink lashing out painfully against the untainted page This is the blood of my heart spilled here for all to see |
06/06/2005
I lust for passion
sweet upon my tongue. I ache to worship your luscious places. I want my fingers to frantically swim beneath your wet sea. I will live in a symphony of sweat, screams, and moans of desire whispered in my heart. |
09/19/2005
Can you handle me
when I crawl across the floor to you with that pleading look in my eyes? Can you handle me when I beg for your cruelty, your mercy? Can you handle me bared on the rack before you, waiting for your next move? Can you handle me when I beg for just one more lashing from your new cane? Can you handle me when the tears well in my eyes after you have taken me further than my own limitations? Can you handle me when I need nothing more than to serve you, please you? Can you handle me when you place the collar about my neck, the marks upon my skin, marking me as your own? Can you handle me and my submission given only to you? Can you handle me when I bleed for you, cry for you, long for you? Can you handle me? |
10/18/2005
Slashes
Red Against Canvas of Ivory Flesh Leather Worn Smooth by Sweat Encircling Wrists Holding Firm Iron Will Holding Firmer It is My Need My Want My Submission Holding Me There Crack Of Thunder Each Time The Whip Strikes Skin Then A Flogger A Crop A Torch Composing Symphonies Of Grunts Moans Sighs My Body The Orchestra You The Conductor |
02/28/2006
Emotions streaking the page of my life so like watercolors in the rain.
Hues of happiness in vibrant red, yellow and orange blur into despair's shadow of black. Even in my maturity, I long to wail and rally at a mother's breast, demanding revenge. Yet here, no law, no reason, no logic apply. The imprint of your words striking harshly against my frail exterior. And if I'd the strength of the Titans, I would banish you into exile. Yet beyond the silhouette, Contained within the reflection of the shattered mirror; I stare at your face, and I see Myself. |
02/28/2006
I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers,
thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples But now you sit still as stone Locked within the fortress of your own pain Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you You were to me a life-saver, And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free Could we again be like we were Could we be like the camera caught us Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded? As the leaves now fall from the trees Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you I turn and walk away Forsaking everything Including the coins that rustle in my pocket And choosing the path of the recluse I wander now Alone A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering In solitude |
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