As My Tears Run Red

  Darkness surrounds us Opening the doorway to our desires Transporting us to a place where we can be Your touch a reality Your lips my sanctuary Our souls crying out for more Holding you, I feel complete One life under your spell Leading me to unknown pleasures of happiness Where your words softly echo my every thought Where your eyes ignite my passion Someday this darkness will fall Our destiny on display for all to see Yet, we will still be Our love The beauty The pleasure The sacredness I feel on your thighs In your arms In our hearts A life full of happiness Where our words can be spoken aloud, our passions real Where we can be together One heart One soul One life

  To me, you are more than beautiful You are balance The perfection of dreams The prophet of thoughts My muse in darkness I often silently watch your every move Contemplating thoughts of desire Subtle hints of lust The projections from deep within your bounds Craving your touch Plotting my next move Our next encounter Like the Marquis, I long to take pleasure in you To pleasure you Regardless of the forbidden pain it may inflict The deeds I imagine Only pale in comparison to your beauty To life An existence we already share Felt in the bond deep inside our souls Our hearts Come to me Constance Consummate our secrets Prey on my hunger Hold me close, I am waiting for you  

As I sit here recording my thoughts You have no idea, no inkling That soon I will be your unforgiven Not because of the truths you hide from Or a deed so heinous But, for the perception of betrayal you will imagine Acuity lost in your reality Not based in the facts we search Little will you realize that I am indeed right My motives just Instead, you will forgo reason The embers of your jealousy Igniting the flames of hatred So unjust Yet, somehow expected An undeserving finale From the beginning My heart and soul bled for you Standing up for the cause out of trust Desire for the equality you offered Now, all trust lost Desire now despair My mind as dormant as your heart My vision along another path To you, the problem is invisible Blinded by greed, makes it so Insecure with everything, everyone Scared, afraid to stand up to the smallest challenge Or criticism for that matter Do you live? Or are you just a pawn? From my perspective, neither! To me, you were an equal Now, nothing A ...

Through the dying moonlight he appears Secret no more Death shudders The gates will open at six A pilgrimage awaits acceptance Their paths unknown, their crimes unforgiven Except for her The pale, naked beauty in front Entrancing the mass Angering the gods Her crimes meaningless to the righteous Their self deceit blinding them of the genius Soon, redemption will show the way The embers are lighted Her stake stands erect From the darkness, an angel appeared Tormenting the siren with flames from the inferno Repent Repent and be saved The gathering tightens the noose Impales her upon the altar Gazing across the horizon, she cries out The flames caressing her subtle breast Her soul alive again At last, the baptism is complete The contract etched in stone Marking forever with her ashes The congregation falls silent The lord of darkness shares his embrace Welcoming one and all into his kingdom Their sacrifice was just His cravi...

After some time I finally picked up a copy of The Edward Ballister Project, a collaborative novel that I helped write a few years ago. While it had been some time since I visited the depths of this book, I was excited to finally discover the ending. As a collaborative project, I had only read up to my assigned chapter, and then left off at a point for the next writer to build upon. Let me say, this piece was darker than I imagined and I am honored to be a part of it.  The Edward Ballister Project is now available at amazon.com .  Pick up a copy of this great novel today! I wish that, as I was growing up, I had written down the memorable sweet evenings that passed in the night like a breeze through a downtown courtyard. But I did not. I wrote down nothing, only remembering the past through shoddy memories and the far-fetched recollections of others. As unimportant as that may seem to most, it is very important to me; I traded the sweet for the strange the day that I...

I remember leaving your house at dusk that fall night, with the eerie mist that surrounded us and the brisk winds that were howling through Appalachia etched into my mind. Our sins were weighing on my soul, these forbidden desires we harbor in this illicit secret union. I could still taste you on my lips, your soft pale flesh, so sweet, so luscious. My mind entranced by the I remember leaving your house at dusk that fall night, with the eerie mist that surrounded us and the brisk winds that were howling through Appalachia etched into my mind. Our sins were weighing on my soul, these forbidden desires we harbor in this illicit secret union. I could still taste you on my lips, your soft pale flesh, so sweet, so luscious. My mind entranced by the thoughts of your beauty, but my heart torn on the reality of the situation. I started up the summit with the Beautiful South streaming out of my Ipod; the soundtrack of my life filling my mind with remorse and regret. Our unholy bond in th...

Not far from the grotto There lies a tomb Run down and dilapidated It hides the secret well Through the cobwebs and decay This empty sepulcher cries out Hoping for the master to return It did not always lie this way He was here Or was he? The name on the stone The carvings on the wall So ornate Yet, unbecoming His greatness masked by the mystery His life marred by tragedy I was a child of 13 when I discovered it Much older when I deciphered it Even older when I understood it Or was I? The heir, I was not Just a bystander to the inept Jealousy and rage filled the air How could they ignore this grand monument? Him, for that matter Sure, this house lay dormant Only a faint whisper of the wind Not even the rat or the spider ventured near Or did they? My vigil, waiting for him was long Days of staring turned to weeks Weeks to months, months to years This candle burned The flame of my innocence turned to passion Truths understood The tears of my prayers...