PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I.

When were you ever innocent?
A tainted bed speaks blood
upon promises deferred
A pillow touches flowers’
ugly thorns

How do you share you shame?
By casting misconceptions
upon blame deserved
By doubt and fear
is love born

II.

Apply the skill you devote to laughter
to love and our bond’s depth
Defend with honor our destiny
as you do your right to pleasure
Examine possibility
with the seriousness of your doubt
And cast your eye of suspicion
upon the only truth you know

III.

The tainted blood of a perfect
heart
Gives power to the passion
within
Pass diamonds through veins
constricted by bliss
Run wildly through nights
alone

IV.

Hot flesh gives voice
to your secret
Wild eyes scream flashing
for more
A cool rage of dissatisfaction
comes crashing over mornings
so blue
V.

The sickness has set in
Every crevice and pore is infected
I sleep to stave off madness
I wake to rage once more
Flesh feeds on flesh so hungry
Souls collide, thoughts explode
Cries for mercy fall deaf
on a lack of forgiving ears
What way can I provide
for torture and genius to vent?
Pleasure erases my purpose
Let death or survival begin

VI.

Grab a piece of the action
Stay busy helping the world revolve
Put words in the mouths of poets
The truth is clear to no one but you
Give me reasons why I should
spare your feelings
Tell me stories of pain and despair
If you can make me smile
even once
Then I’ll know you just might
be real

VII.

Music gives me reason to live
Songs make me one with the world
Melody cements love within me
And rhythm consummates my heart’s
true desires
If you can hum one pure note
and lock me in dancing mad groove
I’ll be a slave to your beauty and grace
I’ll be the glow that captures your face

VIII.

Your excess is my proof
My reward is your due
Paint my heart welcome
I have come home to you

Your patience has suffered
my soul’s mad decree
Draw your heart empty
Your desire is for me

6-14-01