Vortex A Realm Of Darkness

Vortex A Realm Of Darkness

Liable

With the moon’s
iridescence
comes the sinister
urgings
once again.

This continuous
cycle
beats endlessly
on my torn
and battered
self esteem.

Will I be held
liable
for the darkness
that emanates
from my
black heart.

Or am I exempt
from the scars
I inflict
On the unknown
victims
of my slow
decent
into the fires
of hell.

Vortex A Realm Of Darkness

Vortex A Realm Of Darkness




Emanate

I long
for the taste
of this evil.

When ever the sliver
is an orb
high in the evening sky.

Even the fog
can not hide
the cycle of sin
from me.

It’s a primeval urge
that courses through my
Already heated veins.

Causing my pulse
to spike
And my senses
to become acute.

My search begins
for an easy to find
Corruptible victim.

They are drawn
to the evil scent
I emanate.

Vortex A Realm Of Darkness

Malignant


Malignant

The poison has spread
Sliding downward
in a spiraling dance of death.

It is past
the point
of no return.

Time is of the essence
for you now

More poison is scheduled
To capture the venom
already in the nodes.

2 wrongs
won’t make it right,
will it?

No, I know it won’t
tho we shall try our best
to fix the leaks
in your reactor.

But a landing on mars
would be easier
and less costly.

Vortex A Realm Of Darkness

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Run

Why are you
so corruptible?

So easily led
down my female path
toward Your destruction.

At least
try to fight
the evil seduction
of your soul.

It’s the taste
of the forbidden fruit
it’s so juicy
It runs down
your masculine lips.

That is your undoing.

You have acquired an appetite
For the exotic taste
of my fruit.

Run
while you still can.

Forsythia

Forsythia


Cadmium yellow blossoms surround
my young realm
as tall as my childhood eyes could see.
their sweet fragrance perfuming
my little kingdom
should I have stayed
in the small confined safe realm?

I wish I could have,
but all too soon
I was able to see over the tops
of my favorite bloom
and wonder at the world outside
with its hustle and bustle.

I still find childish delight
in the buttercup blooms,
but they are not surrounding me,
and holding me safe anymore in my realm.

Thoughts

Thoughts

As I sit gazing into
the bright crimson, and tangerine,
of the flames.
I feel its warmth its strength.

Bordered by the blue gray assorted stones,
stolen from the murky waters edge.
To encircle the fire and hold it bound.

I am carried back through time
on the eagle’s wings to a place,
I do not know,
but I feel as if I have come home.

The faces, the smiles,
the sights are all familiar,
as well as the smells
of the fresh kill
slowly roasting on the spit.

It’s tangy juices,
Provoking the fire to life.
The color of the leaves,
the textures of the fabrics
are not new to me at all.
When was I here?

What Is?

I do not know What Is.

Do you know What is?

Does anyone know What Really is?

We need to know What Really is!!