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LIKE CASTING OFF AN OLD SKIN
my soul forsakes me
and escapes me
and I am left
with only the dried membrane
of my desires
withering in the unbearable heartache of life.
YOUR SOUL WAS SO CLEAN
but life has abused and deformed you
and now you die within me.
day after day
because you have learned to consume all you loved.
I HATE YOU.
You who used me and threw me aside
like an old garment
to be walked and trodden into the earth.
I nourished you
and gave you life
and now that I am old and decaying
you desert me.
THEY MURDERED HER.
They ripped her from within
and threw her onto a mettle tray.
Her little soul
with beautiful flesh so pure and smooth
was blackened and charred
by the fires greed.
WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL I LOVED YOU
but you are leaving me.
Drifting away through every breath I make.
I feel so helpless
knowing you will soon be gone
and all that will remain for me
will be withered skin.
FIRST BIRD SINGING
saves me from a sleepless night.
I surface from solitary struggling
in ruffled sheets
that had dragged me deeper
I rise into a darkened room
amidst the faint brightening of a new day.
THE SKIN OF THE SOUL
is not the flesh of the body.
It is a gossamer and tender thing
to the caressing of the mind.
A translucent membrane made of a million feelings
struggling for love and desire
The skin of the soul is a beautiful thing
glimpsed through tenderness with a hash uncaring world.
SUCCUBUS COMES TO ME
Lying on my back
her nakedness straddles me
like a rider upon a horse.
I convulse and, with arms outstretched,
I claw at the sheets
as we journey across a land
built from the memories of lust and longing
that you have left me to endure in loneliness.
At first light only the stained sheets remain
from her calling.
LIKE A DRIED LEAF
upon a vine I wait to fall.
I gave you all the sweet grape of my heart
that I nourished with my love for you.
And you took it all away.
You left me to wither and die
and only memories remain in the insobriety of the deep red liquid I drink alone.
All that time together in sunlight and rain has now gone.
What remains is but an unbearable awareness that I have lost you.
THE ASPHYX OF A CAT
moves from my side into the night.
Silent and unseen
he prowls with eyes that see as light within the darkness.
He senses for a queen
to stab with his barbed phallus of pain.
I hear the chill air fill with cries
of spiteful venom and the howling
from an ancient ritual of animal desire.
I lie listening in my dark room
and, as the silence of the night returns,
I wait and watch the open window for his return.
INCUBUS CAME TO HER in her sleep.
Her sounds awoke me as he began to seduce her
and I found I could only listen in the darkness.
she writhed and convulsed as he imposed his will over her
and, as I lay trapped and unable to move,
the curtains billowed in the gentle breeze.
Their patterns, traced by moonlight upon the ceiling of the room,
danced to her whimpers of desire.
PRIMAL DANCE begins
As the moon looms
Pregnant with silver light
Casting stretched shadows
Across the arena
The masks watch each other
Waiting for the first move
Take me, take me down
Arms rising and falling
Feeling an inner call
A rhythm beyond reason
With a carnal reverberation
The cocks are up
The endless chanting begins
From unseen voices
Wanking in the darkness
They watch my body from afar
Lusting in dust and heat
FLAYED ANGELS live in shadows
Their faces stripped of flesh
With eyes that shimmer
The heat of day away
They sense torrid air
Intensifying with unworthy haste
To carry them
Soaring on scourged wings
Towards azure salvation
When all is unquestionably bright
On a globe in day and night
Certain of all we see
Masters of apparent certainty
We consume and use
But In twilight
When things are not so clear
We sense an ancient feeling
In a shadow of fear
For how little of the light reveals
Of the unknown
WORDS once of love
Turned to spite
Tenderness transformed Into bile
Feelings once of heart
Turned to mind
Sounds once of vowing
Turned to anger
All is ravaged
ABOVE THE POUNDING SHORE
I watched the sea birds hover,
twenty of more,
crabbing right, rising on turbulent air
with no need for powered flight.
Just a side slip to nurture the lift
over cambered wing,
avoiding the down-draft behind their aerial ballet,
for a second a webbed foot for drag,
to check the force of wind.
Perfect intuitive reactions
inherent from the past,
the genetic recall of impulsive response,
expressed through instant knowledge of the air.
Calling to warn of encroachment of space,
crabbing left, crabbing right,
the twenty of more,
no radar here,
just cries above the pounding shore.
The tide settles pebbles
They line a beach
In perfect organised form
Largest at the back
Smallest at the front
If the oceans have purpose
It is but cause and effect.
The earth settles living things
They swarm everywhere
Forming into perfect organisation
The hunters become few
And the hunted are many
To give equilibrium
But is it cause and effect?
And everything settles into order
As the Earth has settled around the sun
And the stars have settled into galaxies
In the Universe
A balance is born of chaos
In a corner for the forlorn
she rests her ageing form.
An artist's inner mind etched in telling line.
Her clothing speaks of no longer caring
as she watches
the passing by.
Scented by linseed and turpentine
partnered with abstinence
as she draws another lonely page of vigil.
The woman that was has gone
and she watches
the passing by.
I longed to come to know her
As she sketched for a coin or two
to give me knowledge of what she had gone through.
And, for a moment I imaged
she was watching
my passing by.
A room empty and unloved
told of a missing child
and a long lost lover in an image that had soiled.
And, as I lay beside her, I glimpsed in the eyes
her knowing I was passing by.
THE DEVIL'S SHROUD
Scarred upon a veil
The twisted cloth betrayed
An engraved dark stain
Of terrible design
A cipher of what had been
Outlined by discolour
Patterned with pain and suffering
Endured in descent
Lucifer's very mark
Abandoned upon Earth
Soiling a finest weave
From whence he arose
To walk amongst us unseen
A shadow within our desires
Structured within immorality and sloth
For those who heed his call
His followers have kept
Hidden in vaulted darkness
That no good eyes should see
A discarded veil of evil