(A poem idea as haiku)
dark novitiate
her lips red as Dante’s dreams
sinful yet divine
(A poem idea as haiku)
dark novitiate
her lips red as Dante’s dreams
sinful yet divine
spellbound
held in invisible chains
of unfamiliar verse
locked to every utterance
rhythmic charms
sung low and soft
to another,
perhaps
and yet
this sweet poison
drips gentle too
over my flesh.
am I cursed
to maudlin verse
words that cry
on lines that die
away upon reflection
or can my rhymes
find happy times
by and by
and hang a sigh
from a smile’s inflection
we are become as lotus eaters
in which our suffered graces
are numbed to true sensation,
force fed with base esthesis.
Imprisoned by unreal desires
blind to the world around
behind walls of false design
shackled hostage bound.
Dare we look at all beyond
that which is placed before us
for in searching is release
from the bland anonymous
I can it seems with efforts small
forget how the world can be
yet as the dawning terrors fall
how the world remembers me
thus deeper should I dig my grave
and there spend all my days
in an attempt my mind to save
from this earth and its ways.
Away from daylight would I lie
ignorant bliss to spend
an Eden grown behind my eyes
until this hell is ended,
so seek me not, oh troubled lands
that have brought only pain
I can no more against you stand
and can no more remain.
So in my tomb of silent mind
I’ll build my world anew
and as my rest the world won’t find
I’ll bid this world adieu.
the mermaid was as real
to the ancient ones
as was the whale
remember this
as you hear men scoff
of them in tales
for if in our imagination
we can create
such uncanny beasts
perhaps the stories
told in times to come
will speak to days of peace
what vain standards fly
matters not to time’s design
it turns all to dust.
Noon has come
drawing shadows to their core
and daisies once held in awe
of darkness show their heads
proud to the sun
speckled constellations
each of a thousand stars
yet they tell no fortunes
speak no lies
but are as stars a wonder
under
the midday skies
an angel sang her songs to me
in tones as deep as sin
and on each note her lips grew close
to reveal the red within
as behind this angel’s mask
dark demon’s eyes did glow
and her voice of velvet lust
did tempt desires below
In this deep winter’s grey
there are no dancing leaves
to measure Zephyr’s call
but ice’s fires play
thus my senses are deceived
within this rain rich squall