Sexual Poem ~ Savory Seductions

Enjoy experience,
Become shallow whore.


Forget the lost cosmic reasoning.
What maybe… shall come…


Life’s sweet journey!

Golden savory seductions.

Shout out then savor the flavor.


Craving: swallow, spit, spite.

Enjoy the flesh then welcome death.

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…

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?



Dark Fantasy Poetry ~ The Vixen of the Sky

Moon shards shower on violent release.

Flashing silver stained with lust

Cloud reflection on pooling crimson.


Glittering shimmers of gore.

Gracefully spread wings.

Rendered useless.


No more… dancing inside moonlight.


Bound by dirtier form,

Gaping hole stuffed with earthen violence.


Wings of star-dust and eyes of night silver.

Gaze empty and hallow; towards homeward journeys.


Pale skin. Candy cane. Frozen in terror.


Eased through a thousand flights,

but only one truly mattered.


Wings lost dust called home: innocence last shudder.

Curious black tainting red glitter.


Eyes up, taken in, from clouds to crowds.

Muse, rent to own her, at last a thousand tales to tell.

Great beast guiding; make of her form his.


Times in form captured to gaze.

Always a glimpse, never meant to rupture her.


Man bright a devilish blight; the beast takes.

Glisten silver body flash flush glitter wings.

A moment preyed upon forms crippled screams.


Catch the vixen of the sky, own a glimpse, driven to cruelty.

Passions, cruel master, master his own.

Destroy the muse to destroy the bone.


Thief of red glitter.

Ears pleased with deathening screams.

Hands sparkle content.


Wings upon Star-Dust: Lost to the Beast.

Memories move like humming-bird strokes of pen.


Dipping tip to red glitter, muse sparkle ink.


Always starving to go further.

Fight through the night, swiftness and disgrace.
A lost soul intertwined in artistry: decaying for love.


Unable, to resist, eyes of moon dust, soaring.


…now only in his mind…

Dark Poetry ~ Sweating with the Dead

Succulent oozing of pornographic dreams.

Masturbation vision ripening screams.
Without care violating fantasy of violation.

A hero delights as princesses screams.


Story of the bold; sweating with the dead.
The Queen of hurts drowned by the crushing of seams.

Magic hands… destroyer of light.
Finger on the bullet. Fingering death’s temptation.
Mourning the Morning. Mind’s cry warning.

Arrogant allusions of the illusion of inclusion.

Spitting on the grave of youthful sinnocence.

Too long dead…
Empty center trying to be filled.
Stretching the truth just to feel.

Till all that resides: tender saline drip…
Never relenting.