Technicolor 3

Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons
And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber
Saluted I am by a spectrum of strangely colored smoke
Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily?
The mist that is emitted from her orifice
Reminds me of happy, platinum things
May her lips bear more phenomenons

Cloud 33

When enveloped within her caress
One will have come to master the conception
That blackness isn’t as careless as she seems

Murmuring monotonous nocturnes
To inaugurate safety
And endorse loyalty

Now it is not entirely certain
Whether such knowledge
Is deemed fallacious or authoritative
Though does there exist a plausible reason
For such subjective musings?

Happenings

Along this strange venue I tread
Arcane a man of many
Concocted from what is deemed to be
The most unimaginable beliefs

Each direction guided by a thought
Happens to have a mind of its own
Conspiracies and schizophrenia harmonize

Like loved ones who’d never forsake I

One would gather that darkness
Is like an oblivious obscurity of validity
My brain has molded around that thought

The Ghostly Aura

Such discernment would never have dawned
nor would one ever think such artistry
Could be made to appear so sullen
Her cheeks glistening so brightly in my wake
Then my eyes descended upon her lips
Her velvety, smooth lips…
arouses an esoteric aura within
an aura undefined

Voluptous Gothic

In the absolute black of night
Was when she seized my eye
It appeared as if she had been glancing at a ceiling
That had been adorned by cobwebs for years
Living in the element of inquiry
Wondering if the light shall ever glimmer upon her frame
Her eyes as bleary as they are profound exhibited poems
Epic poems beyond that of humanity’s comprehension

Each tragedy that she had ever been dealt
Was present amongst each page
As within her skin they had turned

A Red Minute Trois

‘Twas a rather sodden evening
When the congregation had begun departing
Pending an austere twister
I know not if it was deliberately
though for some reason the bright red hue

That comprises your vehicle ensnared my eyes
it was in that moment when your lovely smile

Rose to prominence in the

Gradually diluting presence of the rain

Chuckles sprang forth in merriment

A Red Minute Deux

Invested was what seemed like infinity

There I was peering at such iconic symbolism

Indefinite filaments of unprecedented passion ascend

I battle to suppress said ardor though perpetually it heightens

Each time her face shall surface

in the sanctuary that comprises my reveries

Sacrificed I am to perish within her sexy, inviting aroma

That illustrates my voracious carnality

EQuiNOx

A distinguished symbol of the age

Happened before my eyes

The lustrous blend of colours

Births a new definition

Brandishing oaths in less words

Than expected to be composed

The unprecedented passion

Causes me to scream internally

Her eyes emulate a saga yet to be told

Although each chapter presents a new beginning

The Invitation

Fondled by the temptation of an autumn sunset

Erect stands a woman in the cradle of such potent winds

Quite dashingly contributing colour to the scene

Her silky, black dress enveloping her ever so tightly

Composing the shape of an inviting taboo

Whilst refraining all comely sounds of vernacular

How her lips whisper things of which previously I knew not

Sign o’ the times

Titanium Roses In Her Pocket

And later that evening she sauntered

along the halls of the cathedral

with callous egoism jingling in her pocket

whilst chuckling of undiscerning humor
I know not the definition of such folly
though strangely I must attest that I weltered in rapture

When she evanesced with no concern for a colloquy

Stabmesexy

‘Twas yet again the occasion had occurred
When we had acknowledged each other’s existence
Though we paused at the chance to address the issue
‘Twas in that moment of panic I had asked to speak to you
But you had other miscellaneous missions to frequent
No words were pronounced of your return
I coveted to enunciate of a keepsake I had composed
Yet you shunned away my generosity
How for a moment I yearn for your ear
You’d cease to be dazed by such fallacious theories

Letters To Lilith

Oh, duchess when you ascend your neck

To scrutinize the skyline

Were you aware that you could discover?

The very marvel that for years you so yearned?

Oh, duchess did you think it feasible

That you could matriculate the novelty ‘tis amour

Did you?

Open your eyes alluring one

Shan’t be a reason to averse your devoirs

though you must dismember all that bleeds

A Red Minute

Whilst a medley of us lied upon the flocculent canvas

An ever so comely sound had been shaped of the void

‘Twas the sharp sound of supremacy coming to pass

Though honored am I to speak

Upon the sweltering passion

‘Twas an invitation like none before

Scourging these bones of the dark

Of which they habitually drink

The quaking quite mollifyingly

Renders a sense of solidarity

To unfathomable tribulation

Sjöfn

And again surfaced that smirk
Glinting ever so alluringly in my wake
Kindling an effigy of suspense

Amidst the faces that evening
With the minutes I dissolved
As classic fairness advanced
Forsaken was I to saturate within carnality

Could such a reason exist
For such monumental idolatry?
Could such possibilities exist
For the sake of emasculating warriors?

Bradypodion pumilum

For each morning that spawns

I evade your virulent dialect

Each syllable born of your orifice

Is embellished by grisly tones

As helpless I am forsaken

To canker in ire

To awake is to honor the culture of the universe

Though your miserly revelry ceases to deliver amity

Whilst your exploits wither into oblivion

Orphan Manor

Whilst I sauntered the halls

Her face surfaced before the lantern

That beloved grin an abstract design

Though she was settled behind glass

Fashioning the imagery ‘tis window shopping

Presenting the proclamation that she’s without a price

I covet not for alienation to shape us

I hunger for a sense of harmony

For us to never have spaked of tragedy

shaking.black.freaks

Shan’t one discern
Between a reverie yet to conclude?
And unprecedented retribution?

Society may think it dexterous
To berate the triumph of others
And reprimand them
in exclusive and dire scrutiny

Though such a sycophant
Becomes aroused by
The fashioning of controversy
An indictment is questionable

The Violinist’s Vendetta

As the hail makes love to the streets
I query its vendetta with I
What had I done to be defamed
By such unforeseen chagrin

The sound ‘tis the climax of the horizon
Echoes that of a violinist scarred by sexual mortification
The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner

Could hook one quickly if not careful

Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair
And saturate in fine rock refrains
A pacifying compensation if I may say
A scripted version of hell

I, Square

Oh, how such calligraphy glints
In the waking sun ‘tis betrayal
Post-ejaculatory nocturne

Such crucifixion of misery
Performs as an aid to impending tragedy
And obliterates the art ‘tis suicide
so that infants be branded with

a mark of amour that is profound

In each and every star lies
a distinct honor undefined
In due time all shall awaken
Arousing armistice