Of Parts

I am of parts,
Of bits and pieces;
Of love & hate
Of jealousy & rage
I am of sweetness,
and of grace.
I am of trepidation,
I am of sin & hateful words
I am of lust,
But mostly I am just-
in awe of all these words!

Clouds Closing

The clouds are closing in upon us
And soon the rain will start
And you and I
Such stupid children
Are running in the field.
The clouds are closing in
We run and laugh yet still
With merry games and fun
We run around the pretty field
While clouds are building in.
The rain, the lightning
Punished us
For sinful childish lust
But if I must,
I'd take a thousand days of rain
To run in fields with you again.

Once Burning Heart...

Buried Alive
Burning and pounding heart
Captured in chains
The bloody throbbing veins
Torn tissue
Of the tortured heart
Tormented to no stop.
Tis' now at rest-
The beating bloody mess!

**Book of Poetry Two**

The Harlot

Are you with Suffering like me?
I know she is a Harlot
Has she seduced you too--
To lie in sad sheets with her?

If she's with you,
and with me too
Let's form and orgy this I say
With Suffering, Distress and Pain

(2001-2002; Book of Poetry Two, another one of me humanizing "suffering")

Love from a Far

To love one from a far...
is easy and discreet.
You'll' never get cold feet
By loving from a far.

You have a perfect world
That can't be touched by "them"
It is within your heart and eye,
You are the master of it!

To love but from a distance
So easy...and yet, insatiable.

A Thought

A thought ran through my mind
You were the thought!
How does that make you feel?
Running in my mind,
Making arched  loops and circles,
You're running in my mind
So honored you may feel
For thought to me is real.
And I have always lived
The thoughts that circled me
Turning themselves reality!

(2001-2002; Book of Poetry Two...I wrote this some time ago for someone, but I find it's meaning still rings true today.)

Temptress

And Death never looked so tempting
As now it strips before my eyes.
She flaunts her poisonous power
And smiles and calls for me.

"Oh come to me, you desperate thing,
I'll save you now and truth you'll see.
Life is a curse!
Escape with me!"

Dared I and answered Death;
"You please me well, my dear Death,
But Suffering has pleased me better,
And so with her I shall now go,
She is the better Temptress!"

(2001-2002; Book of Poetry Two....This brought a smirk to my face now reading it.)