Blood Summons

Garnet beauty issues its liquid invitation
sometimes, calling from miles away.
The summons offers enticement to my inclinations.
Lust rolls over me like the chaotic advance
of a lynch mob, intending to overwhelm my senses.
On the scent, soon I will be fully caught up in its power,
helpless to break the spell of the blood lust until unrestrained,
I strike again...

His masculine frame heaved up and down
while he tilled the soil with passion
burrowing his plough lustfully
making furrows in its fertile folds
to sprinkle the seeds within her womb
to be conceived in the warmth of her succulent flesh
yielding to his fervent desire
for baby corns...

With beads of perspiration running down his spine
he wipes the plough of the sated soil
before carrying his masculine frame home
to a hungry wife, a welcome bed
for an encore...

I was told
She ballsed it up
for the rest of us,
led Adam astray,
messed up
God's glorious
Creation.

Can you hear God,
chuckling?

He loves her
best of all
for making
the first Choice,
for birthing
'The Fall'
Exercising
her free will,
paving the way
for us all to

Create

An infant’s dream possessed by darkness.
Taste its newborn scars.
Lost, with a future gone before birth.
Clandestine memories shattered
in the blink of blinding eyes.

Savage welts blister, upon the foul angels skin.
Broken wings celebrate the dark insurrection
into a glorious destruction.
Dissolved visions plan a vengeance
unbeknown to the victim.

A silver moon sits atop the world
as tadpoles race to their doom.
Creeping fantasies buried
under the secret corners
of her virginal mind’s eye.

Have you ever "spied" a rainbow
after storm clouds have had their way?
...feeling no "wonder", or enjoyment
because, all the colors had turned to grey;

or maybe, tried to eat fresh strawberries
that you've favored, all along,
to find each morsel tastes like, nothing
then, you know that something's....wrong!

You might "fancy" hearing some music
perhaps, your favorite...for a "treat";
then, find yourself, dissappointed
because, the tune is not as, "sweet".

His worth in pool

The dripping sweat
ripples his reflection.

He stares drained,
knowing this
battle has
ended.

No pleasure in this
changing mirror,
quiet reflection
he trembles.

What was his worth,
he had slaughtered
brothers, fathers
on both sides.
Those with sword,
those he lead.

Would he be
forever the rebel
hunted,
willing to die
for his people
for beliefs his
beliefs.

He stands,
leaves no image
to the water….

Communities, separate into factions
Fracture beyond recognition,
Disintegrate.

Battles rage, there is a war to be won,
But no one  is on the same page,
Verbal cut and thrust.

The weak follow the strong,
Whether they are right
Or wrong.

Hearts and souls are crushed under foot,
The dead and dying lie bleeding,
smearing the ground.

Blood and guts flow freely,
Once bonds are broken
can they ever mend?

Threatening violence
in wake of words unliked,
knowing online anonymity
will always protect
from real consequence.

Insulting others for
their honesty, manipulating those
that stand by what they say,
yet accept responsibility
when they are wrong.

Fishing for more sympathy
with lies and hateful diatribe
on being so hard-done-by,
while masking hate with
"I'm just trying to help".

In these days of darkness
The dose of faith comes from within

I put all my wishes in a hope chest
Only to find dusty cobwebs
Long held in this cold and dreaded prison
With the gates unlocked
My foolish heart wouldn’t let me pass

I kept in this rage for so long
Suddenly the volcano in my chest exploded
Evacuating the city of innocence
Leaving me orphaned on unknown roads

What progress within the static constant
I could shut one eye for ever and nothing
would change but appearance, becoming a
one eyed blinker temporarily blind
for an infrequent instant.

Impatient through the grinding hopeless
numbness that battles my sensibilities
seeking distraction within view of the
impasse that encircles this fracture.

Splitting vertically beneath my feet
sees me stumbling backwards to the
safety of the ragged edge.