Poetry ~ The Valley of Silence

Walking the valley of silence…

I, feel, the weight of soliloquy.

Eyes beg for shards of this tattered soul.
I, the beggar: beaten, broken, and blistered.

Eyes longing for abusement…

 

Laughing at my trust…

Nothing is real.

Walking down the mountain.
Wind whistle remedy for pain.

 

Never mind. Never mine…

Sadness falls, walking from the valley…

I lied too myself again.

Believing there would be…

Hope and understanding.

Still, I push on…

Poem ~ A Flavor Cascade

Talking through blood in vanity smile.
Ego herded by implausible choice.

Blushing deep in voice, tone of sexual invoice.
Dominate surrender to a flavor cascade.

Senseless senses ignite a fire,
that finally brings the rain.

Dark Poem ~ Cages of Demons

Condensation of voices in the rain.

Rust to form on curves, face draining.

Bucket duct drip displaced.

 

Withering hopeless and helpless.

Vile attacks from vision of vice.
Beauty’s flight back.

 

Glorious… Stray thought.

 

Not of own mind owned.

 

By so many voices.

 

Own voice, plugged and disconnected.

Voice, edited, echoing…

Mind vibration masturbation.

 

Send them away! I will NOT.

Power raised by their council.

Voices drive the dagger of joyful insanity.

 

Washing me dirty with their shower,

Pouring down on this emptiness within.

Surveying what should be concealed.

 

Survive the prying eyes.

 

See the sea of words and phrases within we.

Without word by sound sensation without mind creation.

 

Barrier and walls, voices, all.

Within our own head… so what is no one hears.

Whispered words, conversations, incognito.

 

Fear of inner dialogue.

 

View focus by camera picture.

Seething at I in the eye of I.

Beyond truth and purpose.

 

Zeroing in on words drifting on shadows.

A calming rage overtakes neurons with silent musings.

Slow drizzling on rain drenched shores of personality.
Reigns of control, broken.

Resolve perished… worry, fear, inward retreat.

Heat of heart grows silent…

 

Heart of the matter that is the Beast Within.

 

I, now, embrace us once more.

Slain are the cages of demons.

 

Who will be next on the hit list?

 

Me.

Sexual Poetry ~ Furious Frustrations

Sensory deprivation,scream, shudders, and shouts;

inner molten fire fires off furious frustrations.

 

Sample pleasures simply taken.

 

A thousand words maybe spoken.

Yet, it take only a single breath.

 

To tell everything, I need know.

 

A little death in every blink.

Longing for what I inflict.

 

Your body betrays you.