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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 |
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