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Saturday, December 29, 2012

his deja vu wrinkle defined

into my life 
bearing the intensity
in a new born zephyr...
yet her smile 
bore a tale 
which we both knew 
was full
of deception.
she laid her head 
upon my breast
and seduced me
with stories 
in their ability
to wrap me in her cloak
of density.
so sweet 
and tantalizing,
whispering details
that my soul
has yearned to decipher.
a kiss on the neck,
a caress 
of my desire,
has turned me 
into the slave she sought.
heated exchanges
as she exaggerates,
so perfectly and true,
and all i seek
is more of her succulent
wrapped in her arms,
the visions 
i receive
are nothing short
of nirvana.
they stretch forth 
 filling my emptiness
with spectacular
that could never be.
each day,
each night,
i long for the horrific
that she showers.
now the days grow short
and her time 
has drawn nigh.
she has become 
a picture of dorian
in all it's gray splendor...
and the love we had
her beauty,
once that of an innocent 
now disgusts me.
her grip 
has loosened
and i kill 
the memory of her
ale and spirits.
away she floats,
soon to be replaced
with another lie.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

in the blink of a moment

the air was crisp and cool,
not unlike
 any other sleepy morning...
until finality slithered in.
our days,
 filled with endless
orders and demands
that don't amount 
to a hill of beans,
useless paperwork
which flows like water,
came to an abrupt halt.
we listened...
the essence of evil
had entered 
sandy's womb 
and snatched 
our children away.
she knew not 
of his coming
and opened herself
to the vile deed 
which ripped hearts
and shredded belief.
her souls 
cried out for mercy
and sang false hymns 
to shield angels 
from the fury
in a demonic wasteland.
sadistic eyes stared,
from an empty shell, 
before darkness 
consumed those
that fell
and the blood
of innocence
cried out to the heavens,
"why have thou forsaken us?"
concerning that day
and hour
we know not...
yet the mind of a madman
sealed fate,
delivering a personal hell
and memories 
frozen in time.
can you hear them?
they weep.
long wails that rise
as wisps of smoke.
they yearn for the sound
of yesterday's promises
and a warm hug.
the thundering disciplinary voice's 
and the comforting laughter
of friends...
gone in an instant.
they are no more,
still they are.
they belonged to newtown
yet they are ours
in spirit.
the tiny reminders
that life is precious
and we need look no further
than those we have been blessed with.
as you gather in the days to come,
remember them.
hear their giggles
on the cool breeze
and lift them gently in prayer.
know that the delusion
contained at the end of a barrel
meant nothing.
what he saw as death
was the beginning
of compassion 
and understanding