SUCCUBUS....rewrite...revision #3

Succubus

Her whispering voice in suffocating darkness

echoed where he lay in quiet nakedness

spellbound by the light of her eyes emitting rays

that cast shadows fluttering every way

on soft pillows and satin sheet

as he felt the kisses of her mouth sweet

Her ruby lips captured his soul

He remembered the warning of old

concerning her evil wandering spirit

full of vulgar nocturnal habits

He chose to not believe

in her dark power to deceive

Her long black hair in darkness blown

Her fingernails of ebony hard as stone

This dark angel, not virtues friend

was a delightful vision to lament

Now, with sparks shooting from her fingertips

her evil smile framed by carbon lips

He realized that she wasn't from mortal soil

too late to reject and foil

this wicked spirit in love disguise

that occupied his bed, flashing red eyes

Penny Pup...( rewrite )

PENNY PUP

'Twas a cold and rainy day out there

harsh winds pushed curtains of water everywhere

I was walking briskly jumping puddles with care

my attention somewhere other than there

on that rainy day downtown

moving with eyes unfocused and head down

I approached a homeless man

sitting next to a smelly garbage can

partly protected by the dumpsters lid

his eyes beneath a baseball cap partially hid

He said, " A penny for a pup...

I can no longer care for him

he barks and won't shut up

For a penny you can have him

His name is Slim..."

From under his poncho, sheltered from the rain

emerged brown puppy eyes full of pain

'Twas the cutest beagle puppy I'd ever seen

calling out to me with all his tiny being

I said, Slim, with me you'll be fine

and for a penny the pup was mine

As I walked away with Slim under my coat

I suddenly saw stars and lightning bolts

Later. when I awoke

in the gutter, my clothes soaked

head bleeding and my wallet missing

Slims' soft tongue licking my ears

confirmed my worst fears

Alas, that penny pup named Slim

stayed and never left, that's why I love him

COGITATIONS...revision #2 Last work of 2017...50 accomplished

Cogitations

 

He walked the twisted path every morning

ascended to a mountain top clearing

He sat there in the fresh air

the sun was bright, the sky clear

His thoughts were scattered and lost

he refused to be his thoughts

 

His mind was unfocused, not peaceful

filled with memories, fears and dreams hopeful

His spirit clouded by worries of things

that raged like thunder and lightning

Recurring thoughts controlled his happiness

clouds covered his consciousness

Ephemeral darkness floated over him

it was as transitory as venial sin

 

His thoughts controlled him that way

and he yearned to let them drift away

as he reclined on the mountain top grass

waiting for the thought storms to pass

 

Then, he chose to become the observer

nevermore the thought bearer

He beheld his thoughts as fleeting shadows

of distant memories and past echoes

he saw his yesterday beyond salvation

observed the illusion of selfish absolution

His consciousness absorbed the light

and he witnessed himself in minds sight

 

He realized that he no longer wallowed

in the vale of constant shadow

As the sun beat down in silence

He learned forgiveness and acceptance

The guilt, shame, anger, fears

resulting from events of past years

drifted over while he sat in the grass

and he accepted the demons trapped in the looking glass

 

 

Social Necessity...Revision #3

SOCIAL NECESSITY

His dream placed him naked on a schooner

warm winds enveloping his existential desire

salt spray drenched his tedious dreams

as he sailed on ocean deep

There were no clothes to bind him

no earthly shelter to protect him

no conveyance to transport him

no markets to conveniently feed him

He was free from society and modern gadgets

free from schedules to not forget

free from debts that must be paid

free from money that must be made

But, how would he survive like this

how could he comfortably exist

how would he be able to impress others

how could he express his hidden desires

Without society to enable his voyage

without family to love and acknowledge

without purpose to fill his day

without companions with which to play

'Twas a necessity for society to support him

to build shelter and toys for him

to provide comfort in found relationships

to absorb his thoughts expressed through grateful lips

to fill that hole in his otherwise boring existence

as he gave back to social eminence

satisfied with his work well done

living life in harmony and social fun

Moral Depravity...

Moral Depravity

The way to eminence ran through him

and was afflicted by depraved offerings

She dropped to her knees with hesitation

his hands in her hair directing her action

and without emotion or passion

she swallowed his bitter love potion

The stench of unchecked power

struck like a cold shadow on a flower

to later focus National attention on abusive ways

while accusations of corruption saw the light of day

in revelations of deeds past

and memories of capitulation cast

Victims relived their loss of self-esteem

buried in the darkness of precious dreams

the revenant ghouls of forced consent

rose from shallow graves of depraved events

The unchecked control over powerless persons

who remained silent fearing derision

loomed over young victims seeking fame

as the abusers played their depraved games