pulse switch relay
cathode bath delay

depth sought
Aednat
alluvial aura
radiance beam

The hum drum glum
Low down days
Buzz and thrum
Drone on incessantly

Trapped, sapped of energy
Cramped in soulless mundane lives.
missing opportunities at every turn

Passed out, strung out
Apathetic, the throb and dull ache
smashing our will

Zapping and snapping nerves
Brittle In the chill of reality
Calling to someone to let us out

We have  the right
To take flight
In the pursuit of freedom

the sun setting
golden in the breathless sky,
the sky turning red and pink and apricot
like a Parrish sunrise

there is a benediction
of hushed voices
as the night gathers
its dark crown and silk grasses

and the cave of the heart
takes off her shy veil
surrenders to all that is
like lilies blessing the open field

gods still walk amoung us
in the silence of holy men
and women. I am incapable of knowing
anything more.

I'll sing a song of Eastertide
Before the sun will set;
Of the rising of the three-day dead
And the joy of chocolate eggs.

I'll make a tune of trifling joys
Set to manuscript, note by note
And coax my spirit's new employ
Of cooking for the neighbour's kids.

I'll do much good, so when I die
And in my cold grave lie,
You'll think some good of me a while
So in my death, I smile.

Aphrodite

Borne of
mellifluous music...
Diving within the tune
Magic kaleidoscope
turnings
Flicker and flash
of fiery stars
As sensual
waterfalls resonate
She trickles through
the stream of night
Immersed in an
all consuming beat
Then all at once
she'll surface,
Viewing the falcons wing
in flight
From her seat atop
the comet's tail!

You wanna hide this pain,but you cant
as it courses through your veins.

such power you feel,is this real?
or is it your mind searching for a outlet for your hate.

Dont use me as bait
thats not my fate to be your doll,
after all you just used me for what you want.
and it makes me want to taunt

Im tired of being used and abused.
you just need me to finish your work
.but now its my turn i have some work of my own.

my love my partner in crime
i have no time
we shall take a match to this city and watch it burn.

Summer’s day, summer’s rain,
Lingers at my door,
Sun kissed roses move in the wind,
I have smelt that scent before,
Smells like fruit, feels like clean,
On the treetops boughs,
Of the orchard, near the field,
Where buttercups dance around,

Summer’s night, summer’s sky,
Laid out full of stars,
Like a painting, nothing more beautiful,
Whose artist included Mars,
Anticipating the sudden release,
Of a Milky Way,
I am bewitched by a planet,
That I do not know the name,

trinket wound
this mortar blood that binds
a pretty mind
has spooled like ravenous silk
across the realm of dream

Broccare
awaken quick

there are fast wolves upon
the gate
and flames that gutter
shivering in their state

Narcotic wretch
hanging to limbs of treason
coughing black desire
while lurid stars
gape at the naked brazen
limits

Constraints, constraints
please don't my
ANONYMITY rein
kindly refrain
poetic lure is my domain
since eons
I'm not a poet
of what many think,
one of overnight
but still I'm learning
how to relish praise
and
abuse alike
let the venomous ones strike ..
Thanks I like your refrain
for many Neopoets
perhaps maybe disdain

And their death came to them on horseback
After echoes of Halloween horrors
Roamed through their haunted village
Screeching like a witch aboard a broom
Jetting through their eerie nights
Sprinkling dread melancholy on their wretched souls