You see it coming,
for you,
or perhaps you don’t.

Either way
it comes full force,
creeping,
burning everyone
and everything
in its wake
(in its way),
like Lava;
red-hot,
sulfurous,
scorching,
till it reaches your feet.

It reaches you,
sweltering,
sizzling,
hissing at your heels,
but you continue
walking down
and over
along determined
path.

Others attempt
to run,
falling at your feet,
while they smoke
and hiss,
and death wraps
its tendril-like fingers
around their
throats;
many never
get away.

Lethal, angry
winds threaten,
mocking,
calling out
your undoing,
yet
you champion
through.

You’ve always
known this path,
drudging on
sometimes with
energy and
tenacious need...
to go on
and make
good time
to wherever
you’re ultimately
going,
many times
not even knowing
yourself,

yet persistence
wins out
as you diligently
force your feet
to keep moving...
forward,
never back.

Exhausted
but resolute,
you can’t see more
than three feet
in front of you,
often times
your poor vision
playing tricks
on you...
mirages,
misinformation,
erroneous
perceptions.

You can’t see
too far ahead,
but some voice
deep inside
tells you,
coaxes you,
gently,
to keep legs moving
and eyes front
and forward,
never back,
till you
finally arrive.

Seeing for the
first time,
with new,
clear vision,
that this walk
was purposeful
and not in vain.

This arduous hike
through storms,
enduring the
violent debris,
was not without
rhyme or reason...

it was a
necessary
journey as,
on this often
harried trek,
you found
nothing more
and nothing
less than...

who you are
and what you were
always meant to be,
and now
you’ll get to shine,
wild and bright

for all to see.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights

Perception, my Queen
Battles fought and lost in Ire
Tempted to lash out

Emotions aroused
Moods kindled in Fire
Umbrage is provoked

Insanity rules
Trangression is drug of choice
Penance never paid

Sanity long gone
A new face in the mirror
Mayhem’s melody


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights

She said she preferred
Brown
to
Pink
She cleaned twice a day,
So never did it stink,
I was like a sleeping with a ******
Each and every time
She liked meat,
To taste it,
To fill her,
To plug her tight holes
She would tease with her
Mouth,
Teeth,
Tongue,
Indulging with her lips,
Nearly blocking her air flow
Then she would put
Between her *******,
Up down
Down and up
Her breath upon myself
I moved lower
Felt her juices on my skin
I tasted her nectar
Then we kissed, she tasted her self
Upon my lips
I licked her body
From neck to *******
Then the fun did begin
She arched in pleasure,
Biting her lip
As if this pleasure was a sin,
Then she asked for ******* to begin
Wet like a dripping tap
I plunged it deep
I ****** it in
She moaned, but I the good way
That was the pink satisfied for the moment
She urged
She told me so
So I gently penetrated in
Slowly her nectar flowed
From Above,
To
Down below
Like a ****** she took it in first time
Deeper,
Deeper,
Deeper,
She took it all in, every inch
So tight I nearly ***
But slowly as her fingers soaked
Played down below
We gathered pace,
We were nearly there,
Then i exploded deep with in
As her juices dripped upon my legs
Both in shock from our double ***
We lied on the bed
Smiling
Kissing
Holding
Each other
Gentle kisses before sleep
She liked to feel me in every hole
And as we slept she farted
Spraying my legs with my own ***
I awoke shocked and told her
Turn the other way
**When you've had it up the ***..

The pretty birds burn from the sky
There feathers a wick each
Alight
Trees ablaze,
Leaves turn ash
Branches burnt matchsticks,
Then life turns
Black,
Cinders
Ash,
What was, now life burned out
The people run but
Flame is alive,
It capture's each one
Frees there soul,
With fire,
Screams released as flesh melts
All burdens  burnt away,
Now flesh blows in the wind,
We were born from fire
Now the world burns,
Returning to what it was when first born.

The black horses run
There hooves like*
Earthquakes upon the ground,
Tremble before them
For those who felt there coming
No longer
Above ground,
Each imprint of there coming
For an age petrified is the ground,
Four horses
Four riders,
They are those who know no
Fear,
They are the chosen ones
As of the old,
New horseman born.

Insanity,
With but a touch
A mind
Crazed beyond control,
So many puppets on a string
So many uncontrolled
Morals,
Right,
From
Wrong,
When the mind fractured
They don't matter any more.

Pestilence
But with a touch,
Flesh blisters
Coughs
Spreads its strain,
Villages still,
The diseased like wilted Flowers,
Decomposing on the floor
A cough,
A sneeze,
Would sign your death,
Others fearful of Pestilence,
Of the fatal disease, killed by mistake.

Decay,
Puts his charm to the touch,
He was the gentlest it seemed
But this disguised,
The horror,
For with but a breath,
He released decay
Flesh ripened,
Decayed,
A hunger too renewed
For only others flesh would
Only stall the putrefaction,
Fathers let children consume them,
Neighbour,
Against
Neighbour,
Chewing, cooking there flesh,  
All this spread with but a breath.

Deathly War,
Revelled in the pain
The Three Horsemen spread,
But the most powerful of all,
Spread with a word,
Rumors
Whispers,
Lies,
The thoughts crawling in,
Whispering in ears
That could end all life
But with a push of a button,
But first he wanted fields of blood
Innocent,
Corrupted,
Pure,
Stained,
The four horses would shatter the earth,
There hooves,
*Telling of the incoming ruin of Earth.

The many highways and varied roads we travel each day
are lined with much danger and pent up rage.
A sense of anger that is a constant potential time bomb
just waiting to go off.

Many paths are taken at every moment of our lives.
Some roads are quiet, surrounded by solitary vegetation,
some roads are long drawn and monotonous, coaxing you
to fall asleep at the wheel.
Still, others are surrounded by dread and danger on
either side...here, safety is a seldom seen luxury.

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK...
LISTEN TO THE EERIE BEATING
OF THE CLOCK!

You have only to watch your daily news to witness
countless examples of a festering that every day,
in different ways, just boils over to a culminating
point where both victim and victimizer take a
proverbial bullet.

Children killing children, mama's selling themselves
to feed one or more 'juniors', daddy...where is
daddy in most cases?

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK...
LISTEN TO THE EERIE BEATING
OF THE CLOCK!

These pathways and roads on life's highways are
littered with our minute to minute decisions and
bring equal consequence at every turn.
Many times the challenge becomes exiting any
number of one way streets where hate and
collective fury reside, and finding passage to the
expressway leading to boulevards of understanding,
compassion and an enlightened view of our
fellow commuters.

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK...
LISTEN TO THAT EERIE BEATING
OF THE CLOCK!

Soon...very soon...this world; our world, the only
one we've got...will implode then explode then ball
itself up into a fetal position, and finally drink its
own bitter, fallout tainted tears as each last
survivor...remembers...what once was...

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK...
LISTEN TO THAT EERIE BEATING
OF THE CLOCK!

I'm afraid...YOUR TIME IS UP!!!




-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights

That Pillow...if it could speak,
would have all too much to say.

It would drown your very ears
with stories of fears.

It would count, for you, the lost numbers
of tears that have been shed,
but never wiped away,
just dried up slowly, instead.

That Pillow...if it could speak,
what would it say?
How many dreams and secrets
would it betray?

Ahh, but that tender Pillow of mine,
it would never cross that line,

For it is always there...eager to bend...
for me,
and always to lend...
itself, as my friend, you see.

That Pillow...it serves me quite well,
and though there is always much to tell...
I know it will never sell...
me...out like that.

Discarding judgement, it takes it all in...
both virtue and sin.

Soft confidante as well as confessor,
putting up with the aggressor.

Never questioning a word or thought,
or the torment of inquiries sought.

Oh...that sweet Pillow; it knows me too well,
And a true friend indeed;
veiling inner stirrings and secret stories...
and it shall never tell.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights