Poetry, Prose and Summer Sizzle

Moonlight Sonata

Sat, 08 Jul 2006 18:22:54 -0600

You stand alone in the field, dressed for bed,
black silk flowing out behind you in the wind,
the robe a gift from a former lover, the bra and panties another gift
for you from you. they feel light, sensual against your skin
Moonlight glints off your hair, full moon pregnant like a mother in the sky
shining down over her children, the grass, soft between your toes,
glistens with a light coat of midnight dew
It is quiet, the only sound the gentle breeze whispering through the trees, calling to you
speaking to your soul, calming you. there is no fear
The earth sends the breeze like a lover to caress your face, surround your body
you shudder. it's more than a chill, it's a connection
You strech your arms out and embrace the feelling that runs through your body
giving as well as taking
there is no pain here, only joy and peace

And the winner is ...

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 18:38:15 -0600

I am writing this from my hospital room ... no, don't worry. Just a few sulphur burns, a broken nose, a couple of bony protrubances and about a dozen stiches in various places. Nothing too serious. I took on the Dark Lord yesterday. Two men went into the cage, only one would walk out. The house was packed y'all! Judas was there. I think I saw the Marquis de Sade schmoozing with Hitler. The communists had a huge party with strippers and when I say the Vodka was flowing, I mean RIVERS of the shit. Stalin tried to get up on stage with one of the strippers, slipped and fell right into Mata Hari's lap. It was freaking hilarious! Come to think of it, I didn't see them around much after that. Hmmmm ... but I digress. I think they filmed it for pay-per-view, I'll let you know when it should play.

Awakenings ...

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 18:35:55 -0600

A child feels a stirring,
emotions rush to the surface.
Fire soon courses through his veins,
beauty is everywhere.
It has always surrounded him but, his mind was
blinded to the joy of the softer sex.
That day he awakes and sees clearly,
for perhaps the first time,
the joys that await him.

Adolescence passes, manhood arrives.
Those feelings fall to the side
replaced by responsibilities, children, a partner
life continues as the beast hibernates
lulled by the pace of life.
The beast sleeps peacefully
for the most part.
Tossing fitfully, turning dreaming and snorting occasionally
but his repose continues.

Then one day, the boy turned man
becomes a boy again. Fire sears his heart once more.
The beast wakens after feeling the heat of passion
not experienced in years, almost foreign.
The man, realizing the beast is starving, attempts to satisfy that hunger
The beast, grizzled, bearded, nails grown long
takes over. He is alive and it is good!
The beast has grown impatient, only thinking of self
and in so doing, claws cut, his beard wraps and clings tightly. Suffocating

Confusion, pain, given and recieved,
the beast is uncontrollable, thinking only of self.
The man cries out "NO!"
but too late. Damage is done, unforgivable pain is meted out.
The man battles the beast and chains him
but those wounds still bleed and hearts break.
Regrets are felt, forgiveness is sought but too late, he fears
The beast is finally controlled and the man belatedly, sorrowfully
Awakens

Fear and Bones

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 18:33:22 -0600

Hell's fire flashes as demons laugh. Dark, viscous venom cutting rivers in their chins. Nails flaying skin, shredding, wailing into the night. The demon taunts me, "God is calling!"

Hell's nightmare follows me, toying, teasing. Insanity closes with every tick of times passage. Ha! Glowing embers, eyes I'm sure, searching, hunting from the inky black of Gethsemane’s garden.

Hell's demons sniff and snarl, measuring fear. The stench of decaying flesh surrounds me. Shrieking into the dark I run, "God, save me from this!" It's mine. The death stench permeates my very soul.

Mortal fear feeds Satan’s addiction. When fear fades, bones crunch and Satan smiles. Snapping blades shred sinew, slice muscle, "Why hast thou forsaken me?" My blood heavy on his belly, sated, his eyelids droop.

The demon slumbers. And I? I rise to save the world.