Soulicide

 

O’ Lord, how my

Emotions have sinned

They wouldn’t listen

To me nor reason

Nor any argument, said

Like an animistic scholar

It knew better than to

Give pause to its pulse

Surrendering its all, freely

To a goddess of a flower

Surely one of my readers

Will dare to save me a seat

Amongst all the others

As a last ditch effort- to avoid

The crowding into…hell?

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Oppositeness

 

Love is a dangerous luxury

We oft lose in casual choices

Falsely believing, we own it

Liken an old watch we wear

When and if we’re feeling so

Ignorant that they can both

Suddenly just turn on a dime

Or simply…not turn for us at all

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Malleable

 

Apocalyptic fire and raw steel

Flame marks remain on my soul

Wherever her scorching passion

Consumed mine into submission

 

Make no mistake, I’m no simpleton

Becoming submissive has it moments

When it leads things to your objective

Least anyone forgets, I ignited the fire

 

Then again, known planning is essential

For controlling all used combustibles

However, not all things will cooperate

That fire is still raging, last I seen her

 

I’ve been mangled, manipulated and burnt

If I could move at all…I’d jump in her fire

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Coasterphobia

 

Love with her: adventurous I guess

Love and lust can wear the same smile

Unchecked carnivorous cravings

Exploding with human raw intensity

A roller-coaster ride of emotions

Contortions offering no end ramp

Far too many lost breathes to count

My weight plunged as energy rose

Lust became like a synthetic infusions

Creative impromptu’s slowly waned

Routines became her daily staple

More and more plateaus appeared

And then we hit an unexpected bump

The ridding turned cryptic in nature

Down should’ve been left or right

Honestly, I still can’t get a handle on it

Fascicle micro-cues were hampered

As she chose a mask over her make-up

Tones in her sensual voice changed

Falling deeper with caustic demands

My weight fell again trying to keep up

I noticed she ordered a dozen whips

And a whole slew of other exotic toys

I grew up and I’m nobody’s pet boy

Her light drinking; now a day long habit

She had changed, I feared as into what

Sometimes ones fate is surely disguised

The first time she passed out.. I jumped

 

Poet of the Light © 2019