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Reopening

They’re almost there Zombies trapped inside They’re at the door Looking to go outside Will they create chaos Or will they wear their masks? Safe from their spittle filled bites Creatures of the night Longing to play in the day Who will get their way? Almost time … again.

Truth be Told

I want to taste her Her essence on my lips Her scent on my hips Moaning in her mouth Telling her lies As I rub against her thighs Truth to be revealed Take out my truth Take it inside And come to the light

Your Waiter

Food and wine flow,Along with wordsTeasing out smiles and laughs It feels good to laughMy cries have too often filled my nights.Here with my girlsI believe it will turn out alright. No more in dark caves,Will I hide;Spelunking for joy,Diamonds of happiness to mine. The night roars on,Loud and rambunctious,Or is that just us?My waiter,That’sContinue reading “Your Waiter”

A Dark Spark

The night slowly burns Flame black in the sky Looking in reflections Searching for the light Moonlight sparkles on raindrops As they fall from the clouds Each contains magic If caught before they splash Wind whips in empty streets Night claims it all Wet shadows lay waiting The moon calls out There in their midstContinue reading “A Dark Spark”

Let it Burn

Heat Fire down below Extinguish the flame Or let it burn Blow on it With breath so hot Use your hose Snake it through Open the valve Shower the fire With fuel

Happy Reaper

There’s always one, Eyes set towards the sun, Ready to burn, Embracing the blindness, And lead others forth; Into they chasm, The abyss of ignorance, Whistling a happy tune, Smiles on the way to doom. I wave at them as they pass Hoping they don’t seek To drag me down with them. Image byContinue reading “Happy Reaper”

Walk in the Night

I like to walk into the night, To listen to the silence, See the darkness as it surrounds me. I watch as nocturnal creatures Scurry and run, Avoiding the light and it’s damning luminosity. I walk alone in the night Nobody walks beside me Regaling me with their activities of the day, Thrusting opinions unaskedContinue reading “Walk in the Night”

Juxtapose / Just Suppose

Side by side all on the table, Consider what the offer is. A joint effort of harmonic bliss, Coordinated syncopation. You and I could be like this, If you would take up my offer Sign on the invisible line, With ink of a different nature. It’s a juxtapose, just suppose, A riddle and a mysteryContinue reading “Juxtapose / Just Suppose”

Blood Imagery

A poem Red and warm if taken fresh.A balmy 98.6 degreesThin or thick, if coagulated.A taste like iron in my mouth,but only if busted free to drip on my tongueotherwise it is there with no taste at allkept in its veins. The Liquid of Life Flowing through the rivers inside us allAll of those consideredContinue reading “Blood Imagery”