Thursday, January 30, 2014



I stare off into the moonlight
Searching for answers
The keys to your heart
The visions you provide are just
Your dark path so secret
So secure
Alone, I must find my way

With my eyes closed
I can feel you enter
Your beauty unequalled
Across the sea, I hear your call
Soft and gentle
Piercing the night and my soul
I call
Reaching out with my mind
My heart
My soul

I am your slave
My mind, body, is yours
Decisions are made
Feelings of desire overwhelm
Alone I sleep
Staring at the rocking chair that is my heart
The unknown
Such an attraction
My life must lie along a different path
Or does it

You call out again wanting to feed
On my dreams
On my desires
On my soul
My veins are ripe with life
With thoughts of you
Your beauty
Your love
Sunrise is near
Our embrace delayed
My eyes open
Alone again

Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Streams of crimson appear in my soul
My desolate heart craving more
My pathway to reality far removed
Pleasures turned to pain
I look but cannot feel
I touch but cannot see
Emptiness engulfs my visage
The despair tormenting my every thought
With every heartbeat I want it more
I want to dine upon the forbidden fruit
Drink the plague-filled wine
Yet, these desires cannot be real
These feelings cannot exist
Streams of crimson have pierced my soul
My blackened heart beats no more
My pathway to life removed

Friday, January 17, 2014

Writer's Block

Lately, I have been suffering through some poetic writers block. This is frustrating, as I have been able to work through some other writing issues and this is the only one left. Here is a piece that came through as I attempt to work through this. Any feedback would be appreciated.

The doors to my dominion were opened
Unraveled by the despair I held dear
My life, reduced to an empty canvas
My heart, reduced to a blackened host
I was lost, broken by a life once held near
Shadow's of remorse haunt my every move
Visions of beauty pierce my soul
The taste of your flesh soon will be but a faded visage
The forbidden fruit prophesized in scripture
The revelation of my reality
Will there be a rapture?
Or will our eternity be plagued by the lies of the forsaken
Worse, I will survive alone

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Devil Endures

Every night her struggles survive
One fragile heart saddened by an unthinkable specter
Her wish
A faded memory staining the land
Her fears
A nightmare thrust upon the world

An unwanted son
Waiting quietly to pierce the darkness
Surviving to fracture the boundaries of reality
The cloven hooves
The chilling howl
Echoes of time not forgotten

Many search the evergreens calling young Leeds
Sweep into our dreams
Comfort us with your soft whispers
Let our destinies unite
His presence reminds some of perfection
Yet, to others, it is a vision of evil

Every night he struggles with the loneliness
His mind wandering the pathways that will be
Hoping to find the love of a mother lost
Or a life never shared
His torment, in this world we now share
Within the reeds he calls home

Myth or legend
Devil or angel
Forever he will survive
A lone link to days of yore
A dark shadow in the fabric of the whispering pines
Following his golden spiral of life