Ruins

 Do you ever stare up at the ruins

of what life we used to have

like Egyptians standing in the shadow

of long lost glory

wishing for that time

when not everything was right

but more than it was wrong

You brought down our temples

you turned our pyramids to dust

with avarice and short sighted lust

and yet i still remain

a monument to your sin

and remain still

i will never be a memory

not some skeleton in your closet

added to the pile of the rest of your mistakes

no my dear,

this tomb carries a curse

and this bag of bones

is very very much alive...

Strings pt 1

 What good is a violin with no strings?

Same as a puppet which lacks the same.

What purpose have i?

Without that which made me

whole

A Relishing Toad

 Oh how i relish

your heaven sent lips

jet black hair

Sol touched skin of Venus herself

what were you doing

with a toad

like me?

The Chase

 A thousand different faces

a thousand different names

oddly

the eyes however

remain the same

i've chased you

and chase you still

we've played this game of tag

for far too long

Through swipes and dates

and late night worship

you've always been the same

here one moment

then gone the next

Alittle Bleeding

 All bleeding

stops eventually

so too then

i pray 

the same with this damnable want for you

the end result

being the same...

Do or Do Not

 i command my fate

acceptance is something i rarely do

at some point 

i have to stop wanting you

How i Worship

 Exploring your Venus body

with lips 

and thoughts of more

you taste of silk like a Caelus sky

i fill you to the brim

just as your divinity does to my soul

leaving nothing untouched

rhythmic ecstasy for hours, never long enough

call this one word

Heaven

No Other Way

 Neptune eyes

that hold my soul

is there any other way to be?

Than to spill my wanting form my hands

as i try to hold the last of my sanity?

Your beauty breaks me

i know no other way to be.

Yes You

 You 

the type of beautiful that cracks open the soul

and fills this newly opened wound

with both endless ache

and breathless ease.

Flaying the mind layer

by layer

with the ease of breathing

just by mere existence

You

are wanted

Holding On

 what's been done

what's been told

truly i have lost everything

to hold

i have and to hold 

what was

what never will be again

vows left unbroken,

even now

All Washed Up

 i am a flotsam

on an ocean of the past

adrift upon an endless sea

if what was and what will never be

human driftwood

as i grow further and farther

from everyone around me

Defied

 By hateful curse

or malign miracle,

it seems even death

may be defied in this damnable place

Heroes

 Heroes come and go

it is the trials that they face

which is the constant

Autumn

 My great tree has yellowed

bloomed into a bright sun

soon

nothing but bones

Bloodletting

 i am not a Poet

merely a dead remnant

trying to find the right order

of self inflicted wounds

that will bleed out 

this misery

this envy

this emptiness

from this poor bloated corpse

and bring you back to me...

Dreamscape

 i could not have dreamt you up

but mayhaps i did?

how else to explain 

Venus

gazing at me

What?

 what is

what was

what never will be

you as her and the life you had with me

requiem of that time i can no longer see

Boys

 a boy can dream

and so he does

of lips

and ships

and flames alit

yes of girls out of reach

but that's why he dreams

so please don't preach

Ponderous

What auburn gaze is this

which pulls my mind from circles of discontent

how can i not help

but hold my breath at the thought

of Venus 

made anew