A Nod to Poe

How sweet is the tender touch as I caress your every limb.

Our lips meet and thoughts collide on each and every sin.

Even as I take you into my warm embrace.

I smother the image by destroying your very grace.

Transforming now our reality to fantasy.

Pain brings the passion to ecstasy.

You shudder, I feel you tremor to your bones.

A sweet sensation adding to the quiet undertones.

Softly now, gently I lay you down.

I board you up inside with the golden crown.

And there dies the buried light.

Another name, another dove takes flight.


Slaying Beauty


I slay her beauty, like I slay the night.

Boarding her up, she weeps for what is right.

I sing a tune of mocking birds, and sashay down the aisle.

It is her I hear, she calls me still, I see her smile.

Shatter it with my fist of resolve, I throw her to the wind.

She is no more… go forth, you are but a sin.

And desperately I shall seek her ashes once more.

And call upon her image still… silently at my door.


-Opinionated Man

Color by Number

You predefine where I can draw a line. Or tell me how to write a rhyme. But you cannot choose the color of the day.

You tell me what goes with what. If I am silly or acting a nut. But a question I have if I may?

Who has the final say on matters? On this, that, or the later. Whoever made these rules we use.

For rules are at the root of the issue. I despise them, I will never miss you. For with them I feel the abuse.

You confine my creative nature. With your color by number legislature. Free me from these external constraints.

And with the bonds now loose, I walk free. To soar like a bird, whatever I want to be. To color anything, free of restraint.


Midnight Rain

Raindrops falling from above, give their souls up with a splash upon my windowpane. Selling their lives for my visual appetite, how selfish am I? And still the angels weep for joy and sorrow and cause the sparkling showers that come at inconsistent hours. For who can place consistency on the hearts of man. Not even the gods can.


Falling Pearls

My dreams bounce out of my reach like falling pearls as they hit the floor. Reality of the moment gives them an extra bounce and makes them seem jubilant as they scurry out of my sight. Neither a wave, nor a nod in farewell… simply vanishing like so many other dreams before.

Where do you go when you realize my fulfillment is never going to come? Where do you fold up your tent and walk to as you trod away from me in disgust. Is it right for me to wish you might stop and turn just one last time. If only for a moment we might look at each other… like we once did. When we cared.

Reality of the moment and that moment draws near. I feel the warmth of realization, as the steel of resolve begins to burn bright in the night. Would it but stay through the darkness or will it instead quench its thirst with the coming of the sun.


Tear Drops

Tear drops on an open flame burst into final life. A single second of satisfaction for a lifetime spent in creation. Born of a quickly evaporating thought, you are the product of emotion. And with a blink of action you are gone. A tear drop on open flame.

-Opinionated Man