A rat roams ravaging for rations
seeks shelter simmering  
from a summers storm
amongst brush
bruised and blushed
he fuss and frets
until the rain lets
then scurries scuttle                
and skittles away
into the darken day
daintily dazed
he manage his way
through a mouse[y] maze
and into a house
through a crack he creeps
cleverly concealed
until a meal he seeks
then out in the open
he silently streaks
towards a prize of cheese he see's
just sitting atop a wooden plate waiting
to be seized
he rushes races radically            
forward
redemption
finally at hand
and upon reaching
the threshold of
success
his life ends
with a loud bang
without regret
for rats       you see
it's all about
chasing
cheese

out of my cocoon
bracing life through startled eyes
butterfly takes flight

static energy
your kisses upon my flesh
killing me softly

my heart pulsates
with envy of my eyes

for it knows love
whereas
the eyes
knows only lust

i am smitten
by your beauty

driven
by the desire
to be near you
to hold you
in essence
to know you

to drink of your wine
and loose myself
in it's,
indulgence

No man knows
The time nor the hour  
Yet he fears the space in between - where
Life borders on the fringe of obscurity
The living
Knowing only what the dead interprets
And history changes as seasons

Wars fought hailing religions banner
Countries forged in
Violent manner
Proceeds
Upon vanity fair  

And if heaven is but an illusion
And God the idea insane
Could it possibly turn back camorra's tide?
For peace upon the land to reign

While despotism
A memory best
Forgotten
Festers bane upon the plains

Death grows tired of collecting
Unlike debt  
That knocks unsolicited
The earth will continue to turn blissfully
And life
Continues to flourish

What imprint will posterity find
Of yours and mine left behind?

Will peace reign or
Violence shine?

Or will man himself
Be
Left
In
Decline?

That day
You took
My breath away,
I died in your embrace.

The quite

Beckons a peaceful bliss

As he sits upon his perch
In rumination

His mind can't fathom

What his heart
Already knows so

He sits and wait patiently

Drunken off tears of libation

Staring into the distance

Hoping that one day
Perhaps

His love
Resurface

Telephone ringing
It only adds to the rhythm of
Our bodies pumping riding rushing
To answer-
Hello?
Here he comes

hearts
as cold as sleet
beating frigidly
within a desolated cavity

a wasteland of remembrance
teetering on madness
echoes thoughts of insanity

where words
vitriolic at best
cuts deep
beneath the soul

a place
where beauty once lived
lay ugly and abandoned...

and as winter creeps
through cracks long forgotten
love

lies trampled in the madness

In a world
As black
As the magic
Meandering the soft curves
Of your cultivated thighs

Lost in the immortal beauty
Of your lies

I am drawn into this illusion of life
You have created

I am your sucker at the end of my stick

I can find no escape from
This
desolate place

The cracks within your facade
Envelopes me my grave
Forever trapped dissipating love
Escapes me

There is no allure of grand grandeur
Of reciprocating hearts
Beating as one

Only this
cold
dark
dank
place

Where I find myself
An eternal prisoner

A slave
Of my own
Existence