Love Poetry ~ Time to End

No getting over.

In a minute. An hour. A lifetime?
Never!
Part of my essence; you became.

No other callers ever be an answer.

To emptiness.
I feel.
Without you.

It may have been: time to end.

Still.
Logic makes death.
No. Less. Painful.

Life’s cruel river. Denying love.

Breath of life.

Still… as I said last time.
I will always love you.
With shadow or doubt.
Embedded in dying breath.

You will always be.
I pray.
Happy.

Dark Poetry ~ Fields of Flesh

Images, mental visions. Writhing form.
I sit erect, enjoying.
But, oh! Mind photos pale to spirit within.

How can I? Experience you.
Bleeding each breath.
Our spirits: linked.

Deviations, differences detriment. No matter.
Between us, heart truth speaks.
Can never. Will never. Be broken.

No deviant demon nor delinquent angel.
Wants be spared.
Payment of pain.

Perils can drive no wedge.
No deed be too vile.
For spirit’s assignment.

Exposing visions together.
All honesty shared.
In fields of flesh.

Poetry ~ Undead Garden

Goblins and ghouls in strobe light.
Tingling wishes. Terrible fright.
Spine extracting experience for lucky few.

Terrified whimsical daze: awkward laughter!

Peaceful blissful abyss.
A happy hallow hell.
Forced blood gush is the gist.

Grave dug deep by craven image.
Rotten eyes stab congealed soul.

Dash through yard,
Passing ghastly ghost monster.

Undead garden.

Saturated by blood and despair.
Till you die from laughter…
Now, filling your hair.

Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Spit

Lost within spirals, gashes of turbulence,

Doubt careens into my skull spilling cream…

Sweet pleasure of surety.

Devoured by greater understanding.

 

Nothing learned about everything,

Three days forgotten, I am reborn.

Stronger longing but no longer waiting.

Aching for sublime happy endings.

 

Withered death dreams.

Fractured pieces of sanity back to the valley.
Rising to Ashes from which I came.

Happiness only when I’m slumber’s slut.

 

Swimming in wind spit.

Wash away life’s brutal thrust.

Reverse angle, all the way hilt…

 

Deep Bowel Caresses.

 

Mind’s alarm again.

Tired fire eyes fall to ashes.

Enjoyment: breath’s final release.

Punishing me for my sloth.

Drive me to journey.

 

Once more…

 

Valleys appear in this wasted land.