Soul Food

The sun long gone

The moon high in the sky shines down

While I alone engrossed in a tome of unseen lore

Ponder the wit and folly of the day

In a smoky room with dim light

Reclined in chair

I seek my comfort in words

Words that are lost on the tongue

And find deaf ears

Yet here the words find purpose

As the mind devours their meaning

Savoring the delicate nature

Of the balance they bring to the night

Soul food

Serpent’s kiss

Slowly silently slithering

Whispering vague ruination’s

That hiss in one ear and slither out the other

Upon every lover

Here in the shimmering glittering light

Of your body rising and falling

With every flick of a forked tongue

Even moan, every gasp

Your soul in my grasp

As you swallow the young

And we move into the night

In unison with the rhythm of our dark imaginations

Until out of breath

And taken by the sweet little death

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

Morning Star

Twisting, turning

I can feel it burning

My soul aflame

In the long night’s pain

Where winning and losing are the same

And there’s nothing left to gain

From the bones of tomorrow

That create only more sorrow

To go with the memories of dreams

That became the nightmares of which I would scream

 

If only I had a voice

I would sing of the folly of choice

I would say aloud

All that once made me proud

Yet only hasten my fall

In the hope filled vanity

Of trying to keep my war torn sanity

In a world gone insane

By the phantom pain

 

That hope brings like little whispers

From the graves of the brave

And broken star trippers

Who cannot be saved

In mourning of the passing day

In the morning of a new way