S l o w l y ,
yet oozing danger,
a spider trail-blazes
the path to her
silver
mansion
The one I,
yawning and
weary-eyed,
visit on
sleepless
nights
I shout—
but there is no point
in getting bewildered—
I’m just
tripping
/ I n t h i s
i m a g i n a r y
i m p l o s i o n
o f m y
s l e e p l e s s
m i n d /
Slowly,
but
fearlessly
I approach
the light with
cautious
steps
I can’t sleep,
I shout—
yet my loving cuddle
keeps escaping
her kiss
of death
/ I d r e a m o f
a l i f e o f w o n d e r
b a r e l y
h i d d e n b e h i n d
h e r s l i m y
w a l l s /
Truth is
spiders
were never my
chosen companions
in day-dreaming
adventures
Still,
she seems
quirky
enough
to become
my nocturne
muse
As I,
yawning, and
weary-eyed,
follow the path
into her
S i l v e r M a n s i o n
By Secret Bree and Vintage Black
With a piercing
stare
and unquenchable
appetite—
I’m one
of the wild ones
captivating
and
fierce
Slowly
ever so vigilantly
you approach
trying to
embrace
me with
velvet
sounds
—Casting that
wicked
magic
of a
wild
cat
whisperer—
Yet I’m
not falling
prey
to your
taming
charms
Inevitably
you’ll fall
in lust
Everything else
turning
to dust
against
my
sensual verses
Sweaty,
playful-
breathing,
s l o w
Will you join me
when I start
to
lick
and
lay down
l o w
rocking my hips—
begging you
/in verse/
oh, please
come?
Foxy
feline
needing
fun
Sighing
feeling
outstretched
back
Wild one
ponders
when
to
a
t
t
a
c
k
I know
you enjoy
watching me
wild and free
but remember
from
my bedroom
there are
no
escapees
You better
be careful
I tease,
and
I bite
But do not fear—
it’s
ever
so slight
You won’t get hurt
I rock my hips—
so loud
you sigh—
you welcome me
with arms
open
wide
I’m one of the
wild ones
captivating
and
fierce
With wild
anticipation,
all sweaty,
untamed,
in thrusting tempo,
in pleasurable
pain
We tease
we lick
we sigh
it hurts
But just
ever so
slightly….
Wild play
Devil player
faded charm
mindless trickster
she dared fight,
One fair combat—
all she wanted
yet, the truth is,
he,
d
e
c
l
i
n
e
d
Biding adieu
to his wonders
such a let down
ice rock heart
She kept weaving
her wild verses
while she smoked,
she drank,
she laughed
Yet he fired
treason bullets
thinking he’d
just reaped
her heart
He believed
her wounds
were deadly—
lousy honour,
crumbling Bard!
Yet the stars,
my friends,
just wished
that night,
For old-time
cheats
to burn
to ash
And with fighting
all abandoned,
on forged devil
with a mask
She poured
unforgiving lava,
blazing verses,
flaming darts
Biding adieu
to his wonders
while
s h e
F i r e s,
L o v e s ,
a n d
W r i t e s
Silver songs
and sombre sounds
like silent stories—
stoned, profound
Writing, boldly,
of wild, wild dreams,
this page all soaked
with bright, red ink
My tears pouring
down that page,
just drowning words
with startled rage
While smoking,
writing,
dreaming,
stoned,
Those letters
blurring—
poems
I owned
My silver
song
so stoned
it fades
The story
inhabits
dark,
stark caves
Yet writing, boldly,
of wild, wild dreams,
that nearly burst
with bright red ink
And those
stoned letters
cast long
shades,
All dripping,
bloodied,
verse
cascades
While smoking,
writing,
dreaming,
stoned,
Those letters
blurring—
poems
I owned
My ire blazing
on that page
just burning words
with startled rage
And writing,
boldly,
of wild,
wild dreams,
This silver
song,
so
stoned—
It fades.
I strived to collect
the shattered
pieces of your
broken
mirror
The one
you bought
to catch a glimpse
of your ailing
soul
I’d slowly arrange
those
crystal pieces
into a living
puzzle
My hands
got scarred,
my heart, all aching—
fearing
one high toll
My mind
all floundered,
just picking pieces
off the cold
ceramics
My feet all naked,
as I kept walking
on that
unswept
floor
*
You yearned
to collect the
shattered pieces
of your broken
mirror
The one
You bought
to catch a glimpse
of your unmasked
whole
Yet your aid,
guarded,
while it was wanted,
you just kept all
secret,
For hell,
lightened,
may have
one day granted
your long-wished
parole
Forever silenced,
while it was wanted,
it remained a secret,
a living puzzle
a shattered mirror—
a sight
so
bold
*
I’d try to arrange
those
crystal pieces
into a living
puzzle
The one that
would once
brighten such
a dim-lit
gaol
Yet my aid,
guarded,
while it was needed,
you just kept all
secret,
Those empty promises
words void
of meaning—
a death
foretold
Yes—it was wanted,
those shattered
pieces,
a living
puzzle,
Which you kept
guarded,
forever silenced,
an ailing
soul
Rare words,
Wildly
Running
Through those
Full lips—
Untimed
The ones you
Didn’t dare
Open
When trying
To speak
Your riveting
Lies
Rivers
of sound
Reverberating
Through
Silence,
Flying arabesques
Of the mind—
In your dreams,
So far away
In that gloomy horizon
Silent
Words—
Wildly pouring
through
Tearful
Sights
Soft mounds,
Rare waters—
Some eerie
Arabesque
Light
The one you
Wouldn’t dare
Shed—
While plotting
Your riveting
Lies
Silent words
Soothing waters—
And ghostly
Dreams of
Might
W i t h h o p e,
they paint
their lucid
dreams
o f
y o n d e r
f e e
l i
n g
f l u i d ,
S p r e a d i n g
a r m s in
d r u n k e n
c o l o u r e d
s n o w
Unspoken fantasy—
melting into
a madman’s
f l o r i d
l a n d
s c a p e
Their heart,
f r o z e n , aged —
yet still moving to
the beat of this
f r e e
f l o w
*
W i t h h o p e,
they paint
their lucid
dreams
o f
y o n d e r
Naughtily stirring
the s o o t h i n g
c a l m n e s s
of s u c h
w o e
As, from afar,
they look
at this
f r e s h l y
p a i n t e d
l a n d
s c a p e ,
f e e
l i
n g
f l u i d ,
Their minds
a l i g h t
w i t h
d r u n k e n
c o l o u r e d
g l o w
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black
I am so tired
so very, very tired
of not feeling comfortable within myself
I am so weary
so very, very weary
of putting my heart back on the shelf
Tired
tired tired
Weary
weary weary
Comfortable with nothing
and weary with so little
my shelf life (patience) expired
and my honest thoughts
are cracked and
b r i t t l e
Feelings in disguise,
yet naked to my eyes
tired of dried tears
words stumbling
in my mouth
I’m comfortable
with nothing
I keep wearing
this sad face,
walking through my life
feeling barely
awake
I am so tired
so very, very tired
of not feeling comfortable within myself
I am so weary
so very, very weary
of putting my heart back on the shelf
Tired
tired tired
Weary
weary weary
I open my eyes
stifle a yawn
allow my heart to take some chances
Some friendly hugs
Some cheeky words
Some flirty engaging glances
Still
so tired,
and so weary
I am
Yet I know,
with a smile
a verse
a stream of thought,
a nice coffee
under the sun
I’ll awaken from dreams
and all I have lost
and slowly
but surely discover
my heart's still beating—
s o s t r o n g
*Third piece I write with the lovely Secret Thoughts within- always great fun collaborating with her
Where is her tiny
Black dress?
The one
She wanted to
Wear that
E v e n i n g
A dress of
Fancy,
Bitter,
Sweet and
Dark-tinged
V e r s e
Prose-dyed,
Vague-styled,
But, still,
Written with
Her,
I n u n i s o n
Neither
Of them
Wanting
To die
A verse-less
D e a t h
For this,
They together
Caress,
An achingly
D a r k , — B o l d
B l a c k
— D y e dD r e s s — V e r s e
Fragments of deep verse
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d
In this rough and
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer
of slow
w o r d sWake up,
W o r d S t o r m e r
Have you ever
dreamed of
such a late,
And furious,
Timeless,
Fateful,
Somber,
Fearsome,
Word
S t o r m ?
Wake up,
W o r d S t o r m e r
Sedimented stanzas
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d
Far removed
from Self,
Far removed
From Other,
Far removed
from
Poets—
Far removed—
SmotheredIn this rough,
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer
Of slow
w o r d sWake up,
P o e m S t o r m e r
