glancing deep,
into the nothing,
where
butterflies dream
of winter snows,
and
panthers roam
on silken roads,
i see
every single little thing…
i see
absolutely nothing at all.
In this perfect
unending
captured moment,
i am free of love
& fear
and the happy circumstance
that lies in between.
in short, my friend,
I am
here.
so,
when silver laced words crash
and tumble
across your chest,
awakening the golden dragons
within.
will you?
can you?
ignore the call?
Nothing needs
you,
and ditto you,
withall.
Category: TheBaron
calling
i hear you,
up there,
alone,
& magnificent.
are you happy,
up there,
never able to receive,
naught but a prayer
breathed lustfully,
through these adoring lips?
I hear you
calling
to me.
do you need me
as I once needed you?
I hear you
calling.
don’t worry,
I am here
and yes,
I need you too.
majesty
veiled in the grandeur of
the Here
and the
Now,
She approaches.
masked and subdued,
yet resplendent in her ascension.
then we waltz,
again through memories
of what is yet to be ,
moving to the rapid pulse
of Destiny.
such love
knows no equal.
such intimacies
know no bounds.
we go round
and round and
round,
weaving truth from dreams,
ripping fear from
the uninitiated,
answering unspoken pleas.
grappling ecstatic
with abandoned frenzy
we cleave unto
the other as two.
and part
as one.
and Night rises,
gasping in disbelief
at this primal dance
of shadow and blood.
and we whisper gently
into that great void:
my darling,
do worry, for
we have only just begun.
tools of the trade
lust for truth.
– check
fear
– flowing freely, when not kept in check.
hope
-tucked away in my back pocket
poetry
-coursing through these veins
rhythm
-rocking firmly in these hips
love
-always
time to play
found
searing, and
sawing
this nostalgic mist,
(where fairies
and demons
grapple in wild congress
to conceive dreams once thought inconceivable),
a golden truth
peirces through,
lighting this golden path
to ruin and glory.
midnight diddling
falling up
and away
from fear
and feigned intimacies,
the future slams
hard,
and Hope
whooshes free, leaving you calm,
and ready,
to swallow the void.
to feed the hunger.
to dive deeply
into your infinite wonder.
Future Tense
plans beget
plans, and
once unravelled,
beget more and more…
what joys await
this destined fate?
what challenges will I meet
and surpass
in a single a heartbeat?
what may come
may never arrive
for fate is something for me to contrive.
so come what will
and come what may,
I’ve not yet had my fill,
I am ready to play.
Lunar Bartering
sear me with your mad visions
of the chaos within,
and i will paint you such a world:
basked in grace
and wickedness.
slay me with your passionate wonder,
and I will drizzle soft magic upon your dreams.
come to me
my terrestrial lover
and taste a bliss celestial.
and I did.
the end.
sparking the soulstice
languid decadence awaits,
filling
hot humid days which
slip
softly
into sultry nights, and
we lose
ourselves to a yearning
and desire.
sweating,
and whetting our
divine fire.
sweet lover,
let us sin again,
and again, and
again.
let’s set flame to this summer
for,
there shall be no other.
muse abuse
drowning in a torrent of calm,
i find peace in the chaos of creation
and,
life springs
anew.
what devilish game
you play with
me,
sapping my will
and
claiming destiny?
my very soul
sacrificed to your whim,
and yet
you
want what i have not
to give.
but it is yours.
