el amor que nunca fue

funny...

when i looked into your eyes

on that fateful day,

there was no hint 

of utter disaster.

the only thing 

which stood proud

 and prominent

seemed to be the promise

of  eternity.

but who is here

to care for me

when the hurt surrounds

like predators

waiting to devour 

any residue

that was left?

can i

roll over

 to the warm spot

that still whispers your name

and plead my case?

or must i

take solace

in the fact

that you once gave me

empty vouchers

for yesterday's love?

the tears

have turned bitter...

once the sole reminder

that kept remorse

from rotting

our memories.

but now that i see no use

in the redeeming value

brought on by thinking,

i gladly surrender

and give my sanity

to the wind.

for the truth

will always remain

stagnant

within the walls

of my soul.

the hooded spectre and groovy dude

zoinks!

where are you?

the dear to me days 

of nostalgic laughter

have slithered

into the nether regions

inhabited 

by the hoarse cries

spewed from grape monkeys.

snaggled lions

and inch high detectives

roam about,

searching for the door

that will lead them

to prominence

once more.

cute sidekicks

and overly endowed 

womanly animation

whisper their desires

while i formulate plans

to see them all.

"don't forget us...we're here."

yet all that remains

are the bones 

of an art form

once revered.

stilted movement

encased by insane plots.

so few are worthy...

they carry the seed of a new world

formulated in apathy

and forged in grief.

what say you 

to this brave new generation

deprived of the joy 

once known 

every six days?

modern stone age

triggers

shouts and giggles

that no longer resonate 

with the network crowd.

i search,

i surf

until my fancy

indulges in that which is pure.

dance of the light fantastic

listen...

hear the invisible

turmoil

that cries out

begging to be replaced

as the owner of my heart.

eternal salt lines

caked and at the ready

to be questioned

about the rationale

which is my being.

emotionless stares

into the depths

of a meager 

existence

while my soul shouts

phrases

drenched in hallelujah

hoping,

needing,

wanting the interaction

to be real.

a tangible impossibility

that kisses

my depression

and soothes 

the savage desire...

to give in.

burdened in black,

hoovering with droplets 

of pain,

the One of ancient

is my covering

so alone

i strive.

treading temptation

while being the mirror

for things expected,

my walk upon water

is tepid...

but much is required

to break free

from that which binds

belief.

and on the 6th day

ladies 

and 

gentlemen!

carnival barker

back door libido cries out

to hark her

desire for the morning wood.

the scintillating escapades

waiting to be borne

as coffee perks,

he slowly jerks

and the dog yawns 

in the corner.

a hint of gray

peeks through 

half open blinds

but the day ahead

is farthest from their minds

since five 

have been laid to rest.

java

jolts their resolution

so the only solution

is to climb 

back into bed,

indulge in simultaneous head

until the rooster crows

and the kitty knows

that a wet spot

is not far behind.

so the day's start

is put on hold 

as bodies writhe 

to heights untold.

canine injection

comes 

with sighs of affection...

she can feel it,

he can feel it

but can they deal with

the mounting eruption

that lies ahead?

she tells him to hurry

as the moans begin

and he thrusts again

sending jolts of pleasure

through her brain.

joe gets spilled

but the heat can't compare

to the cream filling

she ingested.