Romance Sonnet #47B

Evening comes and I turn to what I've sought,
I'll meet your eye then we'll go hand in hand.
Our flesh touches the feelings burning hot
Pulses arching back! This woman is grand.

I can look at her face, travel the lines,
After all, I've seen them many a time.
The clock ticks on but nothing undermines
Our electric calm being so sublime.

Morning lights things I'd really rather hide,
All of my bizarre buldges and bruises.
Although, if I expected you'd be snide,
It's been years. I've used all my ruses.

I've denied our pretentious illusions,
These aren't just some dopamine delusions.

Take a Bite

Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright,
See through darkness deepest before the dawn,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.

Spiteful words spoken cruelly to incite
An honest man desperate for use of brawn,
Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright.

Learn to imagine- set minds alight,
Exhilarate adventure, breathless gone,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.

Beautiful woman naked in the light,
Joyful grunts gasping thursting curtains drawn,
Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright.

Move to wander, venture is never trite,
Only cowards never pass by their lawn,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.

The heart's beats too lovely to waste on fright,
Well travelled life suits ending in a yawn:
Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.

Hey! Proper Posture, Mr. Hour Glass!

In your mind death is waiting at the door,
Practicing words to your mortal testament.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.

Hungry for time and always wanting more,
Desire sinks in temporal cement.
In your mind death is waiting at the door.

Retold stories of fighters bathed in gore,
Becoming moldy tomes by increment.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.

Time's progression death. Rots to the core
the withered sweet leaves for our bereavement.
In your mind death is waiting at the door.

Fevered clutch breast. Man desperate lusting whore
Giving up in this cocette tenament.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.

Inconstant nature is a fatal sore,
With time always gathering infirment.
In your mind death is waiting at the door.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.

Fan the Coals

Unpainted neutral mask,
Cloaking cover conceals
This singular cynic.

If I make screaming shouts,
Serrated shards explode-
Self-centred expulsion.

Now I'm burning outside
this cliched corona-
Some juvenile furance.

So if you can make use,
This self indulgent flame
Please do. Lest it blow out.

Scream Through,
Your Teeth.

We Silent Glossy Standing

Splay me. Lay me out across the table.
Poke me. Prod me. Stick needles deep within-
Plastic fantastic trapped in a fable.
Sharpened surgeries- show them all my sin.

My eyes will never blink- they're ceaseless stones,
Polished beads I'll bear forever because
Plastic was harshest on my optic cones.
Vacant gaze, will you wonder who I was?

Plastinate me! My blood will never seep,
Though I'm trisected open to the world.
Empty chest, I grasp my organs in heap,
Posed like a gymnast, I'll hold them up twirled!

This sacrifice makes me the sweetest dove,
Commited to teach in the broadest love.

Breathing

Oxygen suffuses painted red blood,
Exhalation makes empty, ready step!
Falling fast, fevered gasp- ending with a thud,
Loved ones gather. Still chest, shudder wet wept.

Haikus

Flicker Candle Flame
Dancing brush fire inferno
Stiff breeze brings silence.


Whirlpool pull me down,
Suck me under, stillness comes!
Cold water cradle.

Minister Your Manacles

Gentle Jesus, Meek and Mild,
He's manacled master-flee!
The man's an ignorant child,
Wearing his cuffs joyfully!

Master/Slave Morality,
Adoption brings promotion.
In banal ignominy,
Immersed to halt commotion.

Lessons taught by Hebrew slaves,
Historical disaster.
Soft linen 'dorned Jesus raves,
"Become your Roman Masters!"

Our Dance

Greetings, heraldry to future loss.
Handshakes to hang nooses their neck around.
Ashes scattered to the wind with a toss,
Dirty handed silence begs for a sound.

Life continues, friends are made again,
This process parting perrenially.
Skin shed, bodies drop, we bloody sanguine.
These Macabre games played continually.

Looking down infinity's vast expanse,
Peering through our eternity apart.
My waking mind frozen by your absense,
You've reduced me to an emoting tart.

But the game continues- I'm caring more,
Though this phenomenon could be fleeting.
What wasn't expressed persists as a sore,
But I'll never once regret our meeting.