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Eve lay a cool breath ‘cross blackness in plunging, toward star-filled fantasy fare. Night game creep mindless with agonies twisted, blind eyed, no longer aware. Come watch the play, it’s last act reviling, encoring tomorrows insane. Lie awake crying, sweet dreams abandoned, for greed and prosperity’s gain.  . Weep never more, Gentle child, for IContinue reading “Weep Never More”

So much, I need to tell you on this peaceful moonlit night, Words to take you places … love … with dreams I’ll hold you tight. My fingers tap the rhythm, to the beating of my heart. The tapestry is woven … by this poet’s winsome art. ~ So much, I need to hold you,Continue reading “Moonlit Night”

Madness echoes; darting lizard tongued through ego ideal Cinch the cotton jacket tightly straight So cold … This air that nips sweet reason’s chaste design . Fragmented time; murky hauntings of psyche cast shadow Life organic longing for the dark peace So cold … Electra, Oedipus, the chaos of Id  . Tear me Twist meContinue reading “A Chaos of Id”

I wished upon a star last nightAnd then I closed my eyesI prayed that it would hear my pleaAnd help my heart to rise To rise in loveTo fall againTo sip the twilight moonTo lift in loveTo light againUpon the cresting dune I watched the distant ocean’s tideAnd felt the breezlings drawWas the journey straightContinue reading “Rise in Love”

Bathed in the glow of a Logan Street lamp, I tug at my collar; it’s cold and damp. In the space of a moment the dawn turns grey, Another brave new world, just like yesterday. . I stare straight ahead as the crowds reappear, Blending into shadows, taking refuge from the fear. I see itContinue reading “Logan Street”

Poteet the internet poet Sits nude upon his chair His flaccid penis pooling In the sweat that’s curdled there Black socks on clawed feet dangle His belly smudged with waste Reaching down to firmly scratch And then to sniff and taste . But, how the ladies love him The beauty of his verse In liftingContinue reading “Poteet”

It could have been so many thingsthat led her to the fallIt might have been the brutal shamethe burden of it allIt could have been the one she lovedwho ripped her world apartThe one who stole her memoriesand broke her sacred heartShe saw him as an angelshe saw him black as nightThe face she loved,Continue reading “Clean the Pavement”

Black the smoke; it rises hard, against the driving rain. The stationmaster swings the lamp, the whistle blows again. Tear filled eyes, they search the ramp, I needed to believe, This town was home, my life was here, but now it’s time to leave, . Memories they blur, the vision fades, the day is almostContinue reading “Black the Smoke”

Soft the wind rushes,Through trees evergreen.In the fields and the valleys,In parts seldom seen.Through the magic of Moloch,Alive in the hills.A young man lay dying,From a nightmare that kills. In the candlelit room,Crisping chill fills the air.The boy lay there twisting,Pools of sweat and despair.His mind’s distant haunting,With demon spawned men.And their faces are bleeding,HorrorsContinue reading “Moloch”

In the memory did the spirit rise again to call her nameTouch Freud’s child, down deep inside, and play its wanton gameDrove a dagger in her freedomRipped a talon through her choiceLeft her distant without reasonSoul in shackles without voice~All that she was … stolenPromise broken … sullied, rapedA churning morass of solitude that couldContinue reading “Stillborn”