Better than the morning is the night Along with all its melancholy plight Better than your eyes are the stars The bright sparks of astral energy Better than the morning is the night A poltergeist like the stories I write Better than your smile is the moon Blanched in her howling crescent Better than the …
Month: June 2019
Undead Bride
The bride wants to murder and feast Her fierce expression is not unlike a beast Quiet as a raven, her serenity only skin deep Punish them dead and at their graves she will weep The wedding bell will cease to aspire The funeral bells will follow her desire Her bridal dress is no longer white …
The Debt
You owe me something that cannot be seen Something that cannot be heard or felt You owe me something that does not exist Something only you can restore for me You owe me my sanity The overhead has gone awry So dissolve the credit in due This debt has heavy interest So put me out …
Rhapsody of a Bard
When she speaks I hear music That is hallowed like a prayer When she paints I see colors That I never knew were there I find bliss in the little things she does Everything that makes her special Like the way she avoids Stepping on leaves in the fall Like the look on her face …
Madrigal of Matrimony
I’ll marry you tomorrow He said in that autumn glow The setting sun seemed to sway All of their troubles at bay I’ll marry you today His heart was bursting to say The happy lines on her face His fingers bent to trace He married her yesterday But it seems to him so far away …
DisBelief
I believe in disbelief A vague blessing of obscurity I believe in disbelief Embosomed seed of security I believe in disbelief Tunnel vision and obligation free I believe in disbelief In furtiveness and cryptic glee I believe in disbelief Cynical hearts and complacency I believe in disbelief Waking up after a siesta to Mistake the …
Symphony of Forgotten Fables
Did I fantasise your company Or was it just me? Was it you playing a lute under my backyard tree? That I failed to see Did I imagine you amicably reading sonnets to me? And set my soul free Was it you who fell through my glass ceiling? Could it be a feeling? Did you …
Yamato Nadeshiko
Dancing like an oil paper umbrella An obsolete work of foreign beauty She regards herself a prim lady Sacrosanct like olden day devotion The mellifluous sound of her shamisen And the folding fan of perpetual finesse A deluge of delectable emotions On the lineament of her gilded face The flourescent sash she wore Shone like …
Melancholy Mistress
There is a frosting on your window of empathy I wish it was easy to expunge you from memory You seek men like diamonds in the rough You rob them of decency till you have had enough The resplendent lies took me so far Clipped my wings and left a scar I can hear the …
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