Stare long enough into the night, 

Until you see the stars 

And when your eyes become familiar with their shapes, 

Watch them fade, 


before the break of a new sun

Life is joy, 

and suffering 

Fabricated dreams drawn in the clouds

changing at the blow of the first wind 

It is easier to accept the night



than the day

Before a thousand eyes,

peering into your soul 

ripping your guts for the vultures 

When church is where we belonged

Before the priest set afire on the witch 

And in all,

my short life I have cherished 

Known a thousand men but one soul

With no regrets,

my ashes will be swept along Salem’s streets 



some day you awake,

to a silent god

and you take a bath,

long and deep,

in a pool of flames

you feel your demons within,


tearing through your boiling skin,

and the heavens,

can only seem so far away,

from the eye of the undying

the torment,

the dust on a forgotten painting,

to shade my heart black

and a silent god would awake,

to a cloud of my ashes

the essence of another soul


A man seeks that he can never have
Like tearing through a sky far beyond, 
reaching with his hands, 
to hold firmly
divinely cast

A 70’s wagon
It’s lines of perfect beauty
Smooth like old wine 
And with it’s round wheels, 
he chokes it into a pleasure sound

A sunset is never far from the twilight
Within the radiance of her fading smile,
they shine bright
The infinite stars of a silent night,
in your eyes

And he is fallen for just one
A single star
The lines of your face with every detail,
He watches, in contemplation, 
Like a lion and it’s prey

Oh Yes! It’s prey! 
The dance of the fur on your back, 
a cool wind brushing,
and then, 
he makes his move

Calculating your steps, 
breathing to the beat of your heart,
leaping with his sharp paws,
he hits hard on your thighs, 
his razor teeth deep into your neck

Sudden, but tender 
A fast heart pounding to elusive passions
Young and raw
The woes of a forbidden play
Whispers to oneself,

It never feels great to be hurt 
And yet, this does
Happiness and naughtiness 
Drunk of the ecstasies
When did we want so much?

His long arms around my chest
The warmth of his skin on my bare back
And his deep voice, 
whispering into my ear, 
unto my soul

Innocence is stolen
When Adam takes the first bite,
and Eve never wonders, 
Of the forbidden love,
In Eden

Where they lived, 
happily ever after

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