Stuff and Things… — Queen April’s Chatter

 

THING 1 – This past weekend we celebrated the 11th year of ABSfest here in Asheville and I had the pleasure of participating in a brief interview with the local NPR station to talk empowerment through burlesque with some fellow ABSfesters and festival producer, Onca O’Leary. Find the link HERE. Many thanks to Onca for […]

via Stuff and Things… — Queen April’s Chatter

Perfection Deception

Lips of red

A sinful smirk

And eyes of the serpent

Tongue of silver

A river of tears in your path

A lover of jealous wrath

With a lustful fever

Of a sinner who’ll never repent

You always know what will work

To get them in your bed

 

Finger wrapped

They fall for your pretty lies

And the softness of your sighs

As they worship between your thighs trapped

 

Seeking ambrosia in the folds of pink flesh

And tasting the golden fruit fresh

With delightful glee

Unaware of the damage done

Without care of what you are about to be

If they only knew they would run

 

Your the wolf at the door

Scratching to get in

You’re a woman and more

The fifth horseman of the apocalypse

Honey dipped in sin

And still the last taste on every lovers lips

Delver

Once again the night beckons like an old friend

Promising release if only for a while

My words can make a Devil smile

And a God weep

 

I delve deep into the pit

Harrowing the hole in my soul

For the scraps of light within

Dirty and broken covered in sin

 

I touch my soul

And in turn touch the soulless

Who in denial think

I’ll be there with the dawn comes

Though I’m gone with the last drink

 

Back into the memory mist

Of the first and last kiss

Of love turned hate

Of choice turned fate

 

For the circle is never broken

Only forgotten

As the dark crimson tide washes away

The stars of night that fade into the day

 

Leaving no trace nor mark in the sky

Yet I see them in every eye I see

From beginning to end

As if they come greet me like a friend

In The Ground

In the ground

That’s where you’ll be found

Six feet down

And I stand here trying to contain the sound

 

Of my laughter

Knowing your burning in the hereafter

As they speak trying to make your life sound meaningful

And had a soul, oh how beautiful

 

Your death was long overdue

And everyone knew

Everyone is crying

Yet I’m the only one smiling

With a heart that glows

As your corpse decomposes

 

They won’t admit what is true

Their glad you’re dead

And in their heads

They know you knew

The Sardax Fairytales — The Art of Sardax

I’ll always love Sardax’s art.

This recent series – made for Japanese magazine “Goddess love” (女神の愛) takes the theme of traditional fairytales where the main female character is played by a world-famous mistress. Mistress Darcy as Snow White. This painting has been featured already here. She has captured her handsome prince in the little cottage and is preparing to take him from behind, to the […]

via The Sardax Fairytales — The Art of Sardax

Bitter Ink

How often I drain my pen of the bitter ink

Only to dip it back in time and time again

Scratching out verses

With the blood of my soul

Hearing the words rattle off like ancient curses

 

Living off the hope

With a shattered mind

Wallowing in disrepair

Without a fuck to spare

Using the pain to cope

The only high I find

In my reality of low

The scars never show

 

The deep dark abyss of the light once again

Swallowed me whole

As I taste the sweet poison in my drink

That life has poured for me

I taste all I was, all I ever will be