And she says to me
together
What was I?
A moment
Together
and today I saw the stars
and today she meant
the world to me
and today my stars
collapsed into
togetherness.
What was the moment?
Anticipation?
Regression?
Syncopation?
I saw the stars today.
And her smile was
Heaven
And her
togetherness
closes upon me.
I see her
regression
and now I am alone.
-Jack
She said to me
lately
last was not best
and sometime
between
I saw the
moon
sepultive glisten
upon sacrifices ages past.
-Jack
I took her for her word
looking for more of course
but she always waited me out
silence across the distance
uneasily I break
“what are you thinking?”
Nothing meets my ears like shallow lances
piercing cones of silence fielded against a reflexive flinch
She frowns intent
and still
I took her for her word.
-Jack
something woke me in the night
shifting gentle between my sheets
I searched for the hint of light
a casual treat of chilly feet
its not the dark and its not poor sight
nor vivid thoughts of greasly scene
its the thrill of breast and casual thigh
and soft strokes of teasing teeth
-Jack
Like precious dew on morning flower,
So does this enchantress sweeten my ear?
Oh so I toil upon hour by hour,
Listening to her and finding her dear.
I stare upon her sculptured face,
Her silken snowy skin.
Entangled by her body’s grace,
Pondering thoughts of sin.
I glimpse at the angel I of which I grow so fond,
I stare upon her smalled frame.
She knows I stare.
She knows I dare.
I dare to stay along,
I let my mind stray for inside I lust for the angel.
The sweet mythological angel,
Of which I call Valorie.
But judge me not for more then my loins do yearn,
My heart is a blaze,
Passion inside doth burn.
Burn for her and driving me closer,
Closer to my edge.
Yet I sit and wait upon her feeling no end.
I stare into her shimmering blue eyes and feel a peace within,
I stare upon those soft lips and yearn press them to mine,
I suffer so much from my mind of those thoughts filled with sin.
Oh inside wrong is right and right is wrong I fight my demons within.
Yet she waits and she smiled and she beacons me to write,
To write my mind’s view,
My desires,
To tell of my fight.
I write and write on for she beacons for me.
I write to please and fill her with glee,
Yet one day I pray that my writings will break a barrier,
One keeping us apart,
I pray that this barrier be broken,
And she lets me into her heart.
-Austin
Muses invoke me not…
…for inspiration does not come from you.
Galvanized from dear Cilo’s art,
Woman has been created anew.
So hear me now, Erato of the heart,
Melpomene, Thalia, others who abandoned me,
There is a rival to turn Euterpe tart,
There is a voice fairer than Calliope’s.
She’s the lone lamp in a crowded room,
Lighting the way to stage right.
Complection of the fullest moon,
Her smile shines its brightest at night.
Blessed with Athena’s mind,
And the body to stir Aphrodite’s might.
Helen is lower than her kind,
She stands over Men of greater height.
No one superior has been contrived,
As no God would be so bold.
Her wrathe Aeolus could not contain,
Her stone gathers no mold.
Her power causes the weak to flee,
And sometimes she even frightens me.
Begone with you, simple Muse.
Compared, your tunes are out of pitch.
I find your service of little use,
Because I am Valorie’s bitch.
-Collin
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