^{P O E T R Y}
poetry lives in a quiet touch of hands
by taking thee to mists of the forgotten lands
like river currents curling through the woods
between the lines, the dormant ardour finds its roots
where echoes don’t repeat, but bring new songs
and every teardrop falls where it belongs
in depths so dark the night bows to its knees
the whispers shiver leaves on dying trees


^{K I S S E S}
loving boy kisses his bride
mother kisses kids goodnight
good old friend kisses the cheek
prostitute kisses the freak

believer kisses the old wall
little girl kisses the doll
pensioner kisses portrait
lonely soul kisses the pet

winner kisses the earned prize
greedy kisses rolling dice
obedient kisses the rings
sterilized kisses foundlings

sycophant kisses warm hands
fashion victim kisses brands
blinded lust kisses gold digger
deafened pride kisses the liquor

subordinate kisses the ass
refugee kisses the fence
broken-down kisses the feet
pedophile kisses the kid

whiplash kisses the slave's scar
nazi kisses flags of war
hostage kisses smoking gun
Grim Reaper kisses everyone
 
we were all kissed by our mothers
some of us were kissed by others
every kiss comes with a price
Judas kisses Jesus Christ


^{T H E   M O O N L I G H T   P A L E}
the silver cobweb of your hair
is spilled like mercury on marble
a sight too gracious to be humble
and thus sublime and frail and fair
the moonlight pale with ashen hues
your lustrous skin allures a kiss
but crimson lips are the abyss
that brings despair — I can't refuse
the wraithlike muse, my solemn bride
the veil-bound face, the gown is white
your mirror eyes reflect no light
and so serene on burial night

death suits you well, my love
... farewell


^{C H A N G E S}
the seasons turn, and so do mortal dreams
they shift as clouds adrift through restless skies
what once seemed truth, dissolves before thine eyes
and nothing holds the form it once redeems

all life is wrought of ever-changing streams
where hope gives birth to long-forgotten sighs
and joy, once tasted, like a shadow dies
while grief leaves naught but soundless schemes

the winter wanes, the snows give way to flowers
and spring resumes her soft, untroubled hours
yet still the law remains: all things must fade
for mirth shall not erase the tears of sorrow
and dread it is to think some nameless morrow
shall strike the night when change itself decayed


^{T H E   V E L V E T   S I D E   O F   P A R A D I S E}
she says Vanessa is her name
it is a lie, no doubt, and yet
I follow her behind the shroud
where we're about to play the game
under the silk, where skins collide
as candlelight draws silhouettes
no etiquette, oh, not tonight
her corset’s down... just like she is
the lady’s begging on her knees
for bite and kiss and choking grasp
our lustful eyes gleam in the dusk
I pull the threads, her hair, her lace
her body arches... what a grace
nocturnal animals at large
with inner cries and carnal charge
she begs for more, I can’t resist
my whip leaves scars upon her hips
she calls this night the best in fate
it is a lie… she will forget
my touch by morrow, yet tonight
two bodies wallow in delight
it ain't no love but prey and vice
the velvet side of paradise


^{T H E   P O E T R Y   O F   F E A R}
if you need an Ouija board to summon ghosts
then you are not a witch… a poseur at most
the dead don’t hide behind an object
they do not hide at all, as, far beyond the veil of life
they have no doubts, for they are whole
should spirits wish to speak
they’ll find their haunting voice
and you will have no other choice
but to revel or dread the words
they whisper in your ear
the melancholy of what was
the poetry of fear


^{W E   T R Y}
god made the world in seven days
since then, through all our countless ways
we've tried for centuries to end
what we cannot comprehend
how many times we've reached the brink
and failed to see us go extinct
humankind just will not die
oh, god knows... we try... we try