THE MAN IN THE CLOSET ( Read more... )

Emerald eyes ensorcelled, ensnared
Phoenix fire hair with passion burns hot
A grin, a smirk hinting of pleasurable sins
Graceful form of feline playfulness beckons
A sleek figure of woman that I’d long to embrace
Her heart an enigma I wish to unravel
A lock with key I cannot find
Her heart I’d win if only she’d have me

Look into mine eyes
There wouldst thou find
Gateways old and new
Doorways open and doorways locked
Within thou wouldst find a soul
'Tis old, chipped, scarred & cold

Look into mine eyes
See the blood which hath spilled mine soul
Feel this pain. End my sorrow
Find the gateway to this soul
And per chance to save
In hopes to make me whole

I look into the eyes of a stranger ( Read more... )

MADNESS ( Read more... )

I HUNGER ( Read more... )

Written that same evening at the coffee shop and finished just as the beer buzz started to kick in. Thanks for the inspiration as I was dubbed "Barnabus Collins" after the lead character in Dark Shadows ( Read more... )

Here's a poem that was written just after a poetry reading at a local coffee shop while sitting at a table in a little hole in the wall just after imbibing two Sam Adams Boston Lagers and a plate full of cheap tacos. On the juke box was REM singing 'Shiny Happy People'. Poetry writing on a beer buzz...hmmm ( Read more... )

Final Reward

Walls burned black
Floors run red
Here we enter
The halls of the dead
Doctors in white
Reapers in black
Patients are going
Through hell and back
In the end
All said and done
The warriors feasting
And having their fun

Empty Heavens ( Read more... )