Deviant smiles file for some mischief

as I caressed the skin under her leather shorts

combing the field for some dart to throw

my bullseye mark shadowed the serpents

that slithered up our spines

choking each other into submission

where deep breaths echoed our carnal thirst

no hope in the affair but the sweaty touch

the intoxicating smell of lust

succulent as a mason jar full of wine berries 

on a warm July afternoon

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The flight of bells in the aether

ring with my soul, drifting along

the transient ghost cascades through

the chorus of elegant sounds

pervading through shades of black

engulfed in an endless search 

for that old tattered blanket

i used to gnaw on as a pup in the crib

I see vacant eyes floating by

vacant homes decaying the land l

broken vows where the children cry

now it comes full circle

and i’ve become just another lying bastard

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The last rose

on the last day

with her final breath

a final sigh

after a hearty kiss

to suck my soul

and lick my wounds

I cry at night

and pound my fists

they bleed with fury

and miss your warmth

that last night

when we still loved

when our eyes burnt raw

we thought we had a chance

when our dreams made nonsense

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The beautiful hollow

from where everything grows 

and yes, some day we will all be old

and that’s just fine

but within the fire 

i’ll find that final smile

with a spirit of adventure

now don’t cry because the cold has set in

We’re so constrained to endings

and now i’m free to find the endless beginnings 

so look under your bed

there you’ll find a matchbox

with a pretty little bow

and inside my kisses tumble

waiting to be opened and smoother your tears

for they are eternal 

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The curse of the fatalist

is to love blind

to be the cripple crow

dancing lonely down below

watching his brothers and sisters soar above

celebrating their fearless surge of youth

and desperation, ever cavalier

cast adrift like a ghost ship

he adores from his own private heart

leaping the bounds of glory

from his bed of thorns

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Tell me a secret

take me away

to some wonderful place

where we can shed 

these broken wings

I want to lay my head on your lap

have your fingers run through my hair

and your bright eyes smile down

basking me in your warm b rays of forgiveness

but i know all the stories are gone

and your lips are sealed

i got the hospital bill in the mail

on the day we pulled the plug

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Within my chest lives an underworld, 

I often find I’m trapped Circumnavigating this labyrinth 

Of pulsing heat and of foreign lovers moan’s and sighs

That try and shame me but find my perversions twist like vines

Under the cascading light, rolling between my fingers like shadow puppets 

From the homely fire of a cancerous hobo’s bonfire

Where i used to find a vacant smile

I now find myself on a cold wet slide 

Heading deeper down in spirals

To black waters that force my eyes to bleed pools of the past, present,

and all that’s undefined

I try to get lost between the reflection

Caught between the vastness of two mirror’s

To cruise, instead of crash among it’s wake

To find stillness in the endless breath that last but a blink.

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"IT IS WRITTEN in The Book of the Law: Every man and every woman is a Star. It is Our Lady of the Stars that speaketh to thee, O thou that art a star, a member of the Body of Nuith! Listen, for thine ears become dulled to the mean noises of the earth; the infinite silence of the Stars woos thee with subtile musick. Behold her bending down above thee, a flame of blue, all-touching, all-penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, and her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers, and think that all thy grossness shall presently fall from thee as thou leapest to her embrace, caught up into her love as a dewdrop into the kisses of the sunrise. Is not the ecstasy of Nuit the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of her body? All that hath hurt thee was that thou knewest it not, and as that fadeth from thee thou shalt know as never yet how all is one. Again She saith: I give unimaginable joys upon earth, certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death. This thou hast known. Time that eateth his children hath not power on them that would not be children of Time. To them that think themselves immortal, that dwell alway in eternity, conscious of Nuit, throned upon the chariot of the sun, there is no death that men call death. In all the universe darkness is only to be found in the shadow of a gross and opaque planet, as it were for a moment; the universe itself is a flood of light eternal. So also death is but through accident; thou hast hidden thyself in the shadow of thy gross body, and taking it for reality, thou hast trembled. But the orb revolveth anon; the shadow passeth away from thee. There is the dissolution, and the eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu! For inasmuch as thou hast made the Law of Freedom thine, as thou hast lived in Light and Liberty and Love, thou hast become a Free-man of the City of the Stars."

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