Devils Aide

 

Her voice in velvet darkness 

 

  

echoed where he knelt in quiet nakedness

spellbound by the moon in her eyes

touched by her shadow that lies

on grainy wood and satin sheets

softly kissed by lips ever sweet

her beckoning mouth capturing his soul

He remembered a warning told

about her evil wandering spirit

and vulgar nocturnal habit

but chose to not believe

in her power to deceive

Her long black hair, breeze blown

fingernails of ebony hard as stone

this dark angel, not virtues' friend

an object of delight to lament

Now, with fire shooting from her fingertips

and her smile framed by carbon lips

he realizes that she's not from mortal soil

'Tis too late to reject and foil

this wicked witch in disguise

that lays in his bed flashing red eyes

 

The Chest (rewrite)

Outside, the winds sounded like a cat fight

as I rummaged in the attic that night

a chest partially hidden from sight

rested in the shadows of beaming light marked

it drew my attention with its' ancient form

inviting me with desires strong

to examine its contents in darkness cast

my heartbeat quickened fast

as the latches sprung and lid opened

I waited for the light to reveal a fortune

Would there be gleaming gold within

I paused, with deep breath taken in

To my surprise the chest was full of words

some nouns, adjectives and adverbs

strange ones, short ones, and long ones abound

also in the mix, verbs and pronouns

enough words to construct sentences

beautiful words containing literary essence

words to build book bound chapters

books worthy of readers' raptures

'Twas a treasure greater than gold

bits of consciousness and wisdom sown

to grow into novels and classic poems

and to be treasured in all societys' homes

The Corpse

 

The departed in his coffin lay still

rigid and pale as dead men will

with waxen hands across his chest

dressed in black suit, blue tie, the very best

the fingers that carried gold in life

now bare, the gold given to his wife

his head slightly bowed on satin pillow

seems chilled in satiny glow

I want to reach out and touch him

feel the cold of death on his face slim

but I cannot touch him in death

having not touched him in life and yet

I seek to feel this empty shell

to confirm his passing to heaven or hell

Then, a thought emerges out of nowhere

a cogitation that brings a scare

a desire to raise the bottom coffin lid

to view fully this corpse splendid

but I really need to know

if his pants and shoes are there also

This thought is gone in a flash

as I look at his head the color of ash

and gaze at the calm expression on his face

with hair combed, nothing out of place

silently I ponder death

This lack of life and deep regret

felt only by the living

as the dead don't feel a thing



Ancestry and History

 

To posses time that has passed

to where shadows and memories bask

to be owner of former moments

with captured reality backwards sent

 

Shows the wonder of all human minds

a blessing sometimes unkind

for as the present passes and is gone

events lived remain strong

 

With those moments fixed in mind fast

within the sponge of existence grasped

past memories blend into personality

forging a critical identity

 

As truth of this reality is history

and dwells inside of all you see

your ancestors gone but living in memory

are those responsible for you and me

 

As likeness breeds likeness

the reflected genes are yours to test

so never forget their fruitful past

and seek to revive the gift to ever last

 

Your ancestors' spirit and strife

have directed your life

their transferred qualities remain your savior

they have gifted you with the destiny of a winner

Predestination

 

Predestination in life is a vision

and for some an object of derision

still, there's a Divine decree for everything

even sacred redemptions' final offering

 

'Tis the vision of existence with a purpose

that becomes blurred in religions' ashes

then scattered by social winds in all places

along with wasted efforts leaving no traces

 

Only distant memories quietly simmering

in misty valleys of precious things

eventually surface and bring silence

wrapped in past youthful innocence

 

Sadly alone and in warm repose

within dreams and pictures posed

reliving immortal youth and blissful flings

admittedly awed at the purpose of living

 

Then, as bloodied tongues fervently recite

blessed mantras during the night

that give shelter to sins committed

and forgiveness for transgressions writhed

 

Religion borne blasphemy

together with spiritual urgency

swiftly erase illusions of purpose

lost within moral compasses

 

As when evil is done

for joyful purposes or demented fun

let purpose be full of sorrow

allowing for a better tomorrow

 

As purpose in the world is a vision

for which there is surely a reason

 



SANDY( the Times part 12 )

 

 

Days with nights giving chase

 with deliberate speed she travels

her pace unperturbed, she traces

a path up Americas' coast as lives unravel

she's a beauty of a storm unleashed

stirring windblown waters of the sea

with all helpless in the face of the beast

aiming at the residents of New York city

Subways and cellars become deep wells

blocking travel underground

and bringing stillness to the citadel

where none before had been found

Hopelessness in Staten Island abounds

lives are awash in ocean surges and wind flays

that fill the darkness with fright unbound

as watery death and misery comes and stays

This bearer of calamity moving up the coast

with monstrous intentions and desires

at first she was just like most

with the howling winds of a demented choir

but then, she joined forces with friends in low places

took a left instead of a normal right

and shredded the Jersey shores in her traces

Sandy spread her wings of fright

casting a black pall in her travels

on those mostly resigned to their fate

who silently ponder at the marvel

and awesome power of Sandy the hurricane

 

Pleasure

 

For the journey towards fate

'Tis for pleasure I advocate

seduced by the sirens' sweet call

having seen gratification, I want it all

but some delights seem to shy away

just as summer clouds do sun betray

and the contentment of personal recognition

of gaining distinction in obscure conditions

is like licking the sores of aspirations

that bring joy in anticipation

of thrills filled with addictive needs

including the blissful sting of pain, indeed

Then, with mindful persistence

rapture flies beyond penitence

And in spite of everything

I am delighted with my offerings

a result of persistent works without end

happy with pleasing a few friends

My spirit revels in the accolades

that suddenly burst from cloud borne shade

with contentment for pleasures' sake

enjoyment in self-delight I undertake

with my shadow that loves sunlight

taking relish strolling in my sight

'Tis not a reflection but a happy projection

of my cheerful life in sunny motion