*~BlOgGiN' wHiTe TrAsH~*

VoodooMan a’ comin’
Smokin’ on his cigar
Thinkin’ ’bout what be comin’
Someone gettin’ bad luck
Makin’ black marks in his book
All does come full circle
Who sends out the bad
One way or t’other get it back

Baron got his walkin’ stick
He strolls out late at night
Ol’ raven watchin’ from the fencepost
Bad fates a’ comin’
To them who only sate themselves
To them who hurt and deny the deed
To them who speak to wound a soul
Voodoo man a’ comin’
Swingin’ that fancy cane
Smilin’ cuz he knows.

Leave me to my Memories
Both Real and Imagined
Leave me in my Silence
With my wretched violent screaming
Leave me feeling nothing
Razors through my wrists
Leave me sleeping soundly
Bloodied feet pacing jagged cliffs
Under frozen Moonlight
Just as You Left Me.

There is that all too brief moment
Lasts a second, a minute
Less, more
That holds the door open
To the change of Fate
To act or not to act
To speak a word or make a motion
Catching a glimpse of the possible
Imprint a thought
Just make that motion whatever it is…
The gesture that could begin or end a relationship
Begin or end a series of events
Just one event
A movement, a look, a sound
Begin the creation of an eternity, a legend
Or simply a tale.

Hate the Light, Love only The Night;
Hide from Horrid Morning
Fear The Rising Sun.

I see only you
My alabaster angel
You who lights fire to my soul
And sets my heart to thundering

When my tired eyes
Close in the whisper of dawning sleep
It is your burnished voice I hear
Lulling me in its tumbling sounds
Is your ardent touch I inhale
Into my own breathing flesh
Drawing you into myself
Intensity of your eyes
Shifting in color and depth
Watching me while I sleep
Dreaming of you
Lying next to me

The moon ticks across the sky
Counting our moments and breaths
I let my hand touch so lightly
A curl of your moonlit hair

Kiss me again
And know no more
And know everything
And need no other
And need of them all
Your precious life
You have given for mine
And mine
I have given for yours

Walls breathe quietly

Watching silently

She’s sleeping

Dreaming illusions

That teeters on reality

But brush against fantasy

And tremble

Then are gone

So still the walls they breathe

As the Hourglass must retrieve

Its sands

As they trickle

Through her fingers

As she watches

But she’s sleeping

Dreaming nightmares

And dying in her soul

For she’s lost all control

Of her heart

Because it’s bleeding

Although the moon controls blood-tides receding

Her emotions become a poison

Pumping venom to her eyes

She sees the world in disguise

Looking for some simple answer

To why her heart lays in her hands

In shattered pieces still and cold

In time and times of old

We find ourselves in the Badlands

And the Hourglass has lost it’s sands

Once more the walls they breathe

Her chest a sigh does heave

Once more and still again

Searching for an end…

An end!

Something whispers

Hush now, wait

Badlands always send for those who fail

To beat the Hourglass

Draining fast

Hourglass, it speaks no more

And Badlands have at last

Closed the door.

Walk, Run, Trip, Fall…
Just
Get To Me
Talk, Yell, Sigh, Moan…
Just
Speak To Me
Kiss, Lick, Bite, Scratch…
Just
Touch Me
Writhe, Twist, Turn, Arch…
Just
Make Me Move
Inhale, Catch Your Breath, Exhale…
Just
Feel Me.

Maybe we have unfinished business, maybe its just because we’ve been there already so why beat around the bush now, maybe because the first time we wasted no time, all these years later maybe it still feels that’s what we need to do, want to do. Whose rules do we need to go by approaching it any other way? It obviously went where it went as quickly as it did almost on its own and neither of us rejected it or put the brakes on it.

Maybe for two decades something needed to be finished. Maybe its simply that who we were then is still part of who we are now; we are just picking up where we left off because that’s what we do, that’s who we are. Fuck the haters. Fuck the lovers. Maybe it’s just our time to go. Finish it. Start it. Fuck it.

Maybe it’s too complicated. Maybe we should open the hand holding that fist of sand and let it trickle, swirl, crash away.

Maybe it’s not complicated at all. And the eye of time will blink and we’ll be gone from existence anyway, swirling dust and nothing more, shadows bleeding out then away, then part of the consuming darkness, pulled into it, becoming absolute nothingness within absolute nothing. Maybe we want only to control our own absolution. Forcing movement, or maybe the touching of flesh will suspend it, letting us have that breath intertwined, time none the wiser, uninterrupted.

With that displaced intention, I place you as my sinful Idol made of flesh, beating heart and kindred soul. Your fingers interlock with mine; pulling me close to you so I can feel your heated skin, your breath against my neck, my cheek, warming my smile, cold from the outside.

The flesh is our altar, your taste my communion, the baptism our ecstatic crescendo, leaving us newly christened dripping in our consorted, steaming sweat and cum.

My eyes when closed
See your features in perfect clarity
My Guardian
Come to heal my Bleeding Soul
Chill of nights alone
Freeze the tears in my eyes
Trembling of my lips
From the kiss you send on the wind
I deter my sadness
With numbing bottles of fragrant wine
Sweet taste on my deadened tongue
Seeping through my pulsing veins
Clouding my jaded eyes
Reforming my dark world
Into swirling shapes and rippling colors
Lost of brilliance
Void of life
I sit in silence
My heart beats on
But my soul bleeds
When night is cloaking my world
I call for you to be near
My Guardian
Stop the bleeding of my soul
My Watcher
Speaking only with your eyes
Watching
Breathing
Nothing more
Your presence is my lullaby
I sleep for now
That I know you’re near
Essence of you
Bending close
Touching my face
My Guardian
Come to heal my Bleeding Soul

I write you letters
I write you spells
Still you insist
Into my mind you must delve
I hear the ticking
Hear it too
Is it the clock
Or my heart frozen blue

Sending fever written notes
Bleeding my soul on the parchment
The only way I can dare
To whisper these things to you
By candlelight
Spurred by suffocation of night
I sit
And I write

I touch you in my dreams
I hear the silence of your screams
Dare not let you look upon my face
Frigid stare upon alabaster skin
Your blood stains my chin
My icy lips

I resign myself to sending these letters
Forever writing as I sit at this old desk
Sending you pieces of me
My soul…What is left of it

Walking alone
The wet, steaming streets
Night People huddled under gas lamps
In doorways, watching cautiously
Flashing trash neon
Beckoning the despairing ones
Stench of smoke and whiskey
Clinging to my dampened clothes
I see them
Yes, they see me
But choose not to

I only see you
When my eyes close at daybreak
The essence of your flesh
Drips through my cold bones
…Lonely here without you
But I know when the night melts over me
I’ll sit at my desk
Pen in my hand
Touching you as the ink flows
As close as I’ll ever get
But for the embrace I give you as you sleep
Dreary,
This life
I as darkness, you as light
Ever parted by this world of light and shadows
I search and exist within

Writing still
Not wanting to stop
But my hunger grows
Beyond my window I hear life
Coursing veins and sweet scented blood
When sated I am
To you, be sure
I will come
Hidden in shadows
Touching you softly
Just a taste of your heart
Then gone

As you are fresh on my lips
My head swimming erotically
My heart thundering excitedly
I’ll sit back here and begin to write
Endless letters to you