The rhyme is torn asunder
Shivers of intent trace a path up his spine
Delicious sensations the taste of success
There are bruised sentences and smashed punctuation
The bloody smell of words left by the wayside to rot
The freedom to savage the tame verbage gives him joy
He is silent in his satisfaction

a tower I built
from bones of freedom
sown with ash and skins
of treason

darted through with
cutlery silver
forked tongues
that did deliver

and smoking eden
from atop I gazed
the fires of pyres
that the dead did
craze

and my silhouette
bride and I did
reside

Hells penthouse
panoramic pad

She stood like Lotus
in a brothel of abused
a stillborn Virgin

The wild plums are ripened now
along the old grown up fence line
using them we'll rediscover how
to make jellies and home made wine

So let's get our buckets out today
and walk across the pasture there
while warm winds make pine trees sway
we'll pick our plums and stories share

The plums are ripe yellow and red
a bumper crop from this spring's rain
this bounty of fruit nature bred
will be this fall and winter's gain

If You So Wish!

I am contemplating
Leaving,
Shall soon,
If you wish too
So I’d leave behind memories
For a while,
Till the ashes from heaven
Bury all my smiles,
Till then lest
I say good bye,
Stay alongside me
For a small while

Betrayal endured
Wrath engendered
Rage resides
Where love is ended

The line is drawn
The plot extended
Once eternal lovers
No longer foes befriended.

BjR 6 March, '11

Politicide

Composition by design
the compost heap
of Charon's Keep
heaping guano on the stack.
A marriage joined,
by fecal matter.
Entwined decrepitude
of nature's refuse.
Composites...
combines
Praetorian wing
with
echelon fine...
ever sinking
in the stinking
black hole.
Gaping
open mouth
belching
verbiage spewing...
oh the flowing out
of each and every
bureaucrat (Divine!)

there is somewhere
that you belong

that as a wee little one
you began to wield with
power the mystery of words

that each thought recorded
reminder of events & circumstance
not just happenstance
progressing through life
indelibly etched in heart.

lift up your soulful gaze
with eyes sparked ablaze
travel back through time

Displeasure

I walk within trees
in a city of lust,
people carry music
on their backs.
Tired eyes keep
leading me, there will
be time, relax.
What now dances
before me, pleasure,
had until then
always shown me
a highest disregard.

What is love you ask of me?
well let me think and let me see
when such answer by you is sought
it requires study and thought

I've been in love a long, long time
so long it is almost a crime
with my ever child like bride
my love for her I can not hide

Some poets say love is a curse
and others that it's even worse
I've heard it described as a light
illuminating, shining bright