A Sweet Piece of Flesh

A sweet piece of flesh
Laced with a serpent kiss
The snake charmer speaks
Whispering sweet nothings
He requires my heart
Conquered by his touch
Bewitched by his smile
Enchanted by his words
He steals my noble soul
I am his, evermore

The Feels

... and while she waited, Silence fell. This above all else, broke her heart...
She said, "I am happy, can't you see my smile?"
Then she replied, "But the moon is lonely without the sun."
He gently kissed her hand, and ran his thumb across the knuckles as he held it and said, "I don't know what to say." She looked at him then. "Not to worry," She replied as she softy touched his face with her fingertips, "I know what this is and what this is not. I've always known."
And just like that, she picked up the scattered pieces of hopes and dreams of what could have been and blew them in to the wind of what will never be.
In that moment, she finally said "Goodbye ...."

It Was Beautiful

I pour my heart
Into a paper cup
And ask for one more day
To say all that I have kept
To myself,
Hidden in my heart
Today, I weep
For all the unspoken truth
Between us
In the silence
My love for you continues
Because my reality was so plain
I created this fantasy
It was beautiful

Hell Bound

(Sept. 7, 2009)

Ring around the gates of Hell's

Pockets full of gun shells

Lashes Lashes

We all burn down


 

Some Where

Some where in the dark quiet

Where my weakness lies

The gilded red satin flows

And a tarnished steel blade rests

A silver coin for the boatman

On a wooden raft I go across

Swiftly through an endless black sea

Embraced by the God of Death

Welcomed to His hallowed halls

A lost girl, I am no longer

For I have found my home

Some where in the dark quiet

Hurry Home Dear Papa

(circa 2006)

Hurry home dear Papa
The sheep are out wandering
And the garden needs tending
The hearth fire needs stoking
And the elements need evoking

Hurry home dear Papa
There are rituals to be writing
And Sabbat songs to be singing
There are lips that need kissing
And skyclad pagans to be greeting

Hurry home dear Papa
The full moon is brightly shining
And the patchouli incenses is burning
The whole lot of us are here waiting
And Black Candles need drinking

Hurry home dear Papa

nothing more, nothing less

(7-10-04)

you really like being disconnected
no ties, no responsibility
no plan, no association
forgive me because I got
so close that I became comfortable
and started to relax and be myself
I was misinformed by your actions
because it seemed we had
a connection between us
all you had to do was
speak up, talk to me
I don't need to be placated
by anyone, least of all by you
all I ever asked for
was honesty between us
nothing more, nothing less