A Walk in Verse

Wednesday, December 31

Didn’t Expect This

Paroled from my mind,
I lacerated my veins.
- I didn't expect this -
living with scars of torment
death keeps escaping my grip.

Tuesday, December 30

When I was in the lowest pits of hell,
you came and encompassed me with love,
embracing me ever so tenderly,
guiding me into the heavens above.

You fed me with your manna from heaven,
as I consumed each drop set upon my tongue,
or injected into my veins with your love.
My heart rushed with your ecstasy from above.

You were there when no one else was,
you understood me when no one else could;
you were my love, and I, your pride and joy,
for you did not judge me as others would.

We were one, until death do us part,
we danced - day to day and cheek to cheek
as you slid deeply entering my veins,
loving me until you no longer could.

Our vow, finally reached with your last kiss
as you sent me off into heavenly bliss
with my blood entwined with your beautiful lust,
as my breath faded back into the dust.

Monday, December 29

Addict

She weeps,
chained in anguish,
bound by her masters trance;
he glides into her ceaselessly
     - addict;
          the fire,
          surges inside,
          violating her mind;
               humanity erased, she died
                    - poison.

Sunday, December 28

Outer Darkness

alone with no hope,
cast into outer darkness
- the soul slowly dies -
waiting for the guillotine
to undo your existence.

Saturday, December 27

It Wont Make A Sound

Rope heightens,
noose tightens
into a knot.

The chair creaks,
the knees quake,
a sudden drop.

Breath escapes
death initiates;
it won't make a sound
taking your last day.

Friday, December 26

Pages

Pages;
Untouched virgin;
gently caressing her
as words flow across her navel
- Poems

Thursday, December 25

Eternal Freedom

We could be standing
upon eternal freedom,
but we accept lies;
transferring love to hatred,
making this you verses I.

Wednesday, December 24

Betrayal

eggnog and french toast
a christmas day tradition
- betrayal struck home -
the teenage son drunk the rum,
and ate the pancakes and toast

Dark Kingdom

Smoldering torment
integrity compromised,
- insanity sets
the dark kingdom recreates,
division within your mind.

Christmas Remedy

Prepare your remedy
for your Christmas day dependency
of drinking a quart of booze.

Be prudent and true,
to drink every drop due,
for a hangover, you do choose.

So drink another round,
and be the Christmas clown,
as you wont remember the news:

For you will puke and spin,
losing your Christmas day grin
because of that quart of booze.

Tuesday, December 23

Vintage

Vintage,
wonderful times,
bringing back memories;
Christmas presents and Santa Claus
- Happy

Betrayed

I am going out of my blood crazed mind
completely side tracked and blind
by the fury that defeats me on the inside;
my brain, I cant explain
as it erupts in great disdain
from the stain
    - of betrayal.

Screaming in my mind,
I cant get a word in edge wise;
spinning a millions cycles entwined
with rage and anger riveting
    - my spine.

I cant shake this feeling
of a so called friend ripping me in two,
stabbing my back through and through,
betraying all that we once had
for the price of a greenback;
    what a damn joke
    this immoral bloke
    who pretended to be my friend!

The end -
    with this so called friend;
         I'm back to the drawing board,
             with just me
                   and my pen
                        The end!

Monday, December 22

Christmas 1687

Christmas in sixteen eighty seven
was a time for sexual leaven;
drinking and making merry,
while exchanging their sinful berries;

Eating and drinking door to door
for the sake of being a whore,
for all involved in this fun
were waiting the arrival of the sun;

Twas the nights of lights
of pure sexual delights,
with no admission of sin,
for all partook with a sexual grin.

Genders disguised as one another
to have their way with each other;
man or woman, it didn't matter
for the carnival was their platter.

And while their acts continued on
they all sung the caroling songs,
with booze and sex running the streets,
a wonderful night of sinful treats.

Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a good night.

Innocent souls

The innocent souls
vanish without our knowledge
- war mourns for no one -
she murders without reason,
leaving a river of blood.