(Part ten of a ten-poem story-arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)
MOANING PHAROAHS
(Mammals, Pt. 2)
I'm alone again, but then, you know.
And in the end, I've learned
That nothing is worth the plunge.
Madness is a dead ringer for love,
The laughing tsar, a moaning pharoah,
The second death that's burned
Since Eve offered Adam lunch,
And all we are ever dreaming of.
The damage that is due--the damage done,
And the scars across my back,
The eyes that seek to spite me...
All the product of another will,
Another mind and its dominion.
Yet I longed for its attack,
The scapegoat that it lends me.
It's the sweetest drug, the bitter pill.
We are the children of God, some say.
Only a Father would know.
We're given to what heaven sent,
And the pain of feeling alone.
We're only mammals, anyway...
Controlled by the voice we know:
Nature's call, scent of decent,
The midnight cry, the pharoah moan.
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MOANING PHAROAHS
(Mammals, Pt. 2)
I'm alone again, but then, you know.
And in the end, I've learned
That nothing is worth the plunge.
Madness is a dead ringer for love,
The laughing tsar, a moaning pharoah,
The second death that's burned
Since Eve offered Adam lunch,
And all we are ever dreaming of.
The damage that is due--the damage done,
And the scars across my back,
The eyes that seek to spite me...
All the product of another will,
Another mind and its dominion.
Yet I longed for its attack,
The scapegoat that it lends me.
It's the sweetest drug, the bitter pill.
We are the children of God, some say.
Only a Father would know.
We're given to what heaven sent,
And the pain of feeling alone.
We're only mammals, anyway...
Controlled by the voice we know:
Nature's call, scent of decent,
The midnight cry, the pharoah moan.
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(Part nine of a ten-poem story-arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)
THE MORNING AFTER
Lovers, liars, funeral pyres...
The jigsaw pieces of a corpse dismembered...
The crystal, razored shards you step on:
Shattered faith, a heart of glass.
Our house is much the same, as I remember.
Raw, bloody feet stepped past a heart more tender.
Now only larger stones to be thrown
Shall I ever truly desire...
As I sweep the shattered past.
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THE MORNING AFTER
Lovers, liars, funeral pyres...
The jigsaw pieces of a corpse dismembered...
The crystal, razored shards you step on:
Shattered faith, a heart of glass.
Our house is much the same, as I remember.
Raw, bloody feet stepped past a heart more tender.
Now only larger stones to be thrown
Shall I ever truly desire...
As I sweep the shattered past.
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(Part eight of a ten-poem story-arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)
DRY DIVE
My fingers through your dark hair,
The wind soaring through mine...
The taste of smitten lips
Has become synonymous
With asphalt smitten harder.
Love is the harder line...
But the final line to cross
Is made of chalk and bliss.
Painted into a corner,
Then painted over like a stain
By a shade that would grace your nails--
Cute as Cupid, yet black as Baal.
Love is not your color...
And your walls are peeling again.
You sent a card, but God sends quail...
Love, I've found a better way to sail.
I worshipped a God above,
And a goddess far below.
I worshipped the ground you walked on...
Baby, now I'll kiss it head on.
May the ocean of our love
Prove far deeper than we know.
Your dress as scarlet as the dawn...
Love? Lust? Spite? Going...going...gone.
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DRY DIVE
My fingers through your dark hair,
The wind soaring through mine...
The taste of smitten lips
Has become synonymous
With asphalt smitten harder.
Love is the harder line...
But the final line to cross
Is made of chalk and bliss.
Painted into a corner,
Then painted over like a stain
By a shade that would grace your nails--
Cute as Cupid, yet black as Baal.
Love is not your color...
And your walls are peeling again.
You sent a card, but God sends quail...
Love, I've found a better way to sail.
I worshipped a God above,
And a goddess far below.
I worshipped the ground you walked on...
Baby, now I'll kiss it head on.
May the ocean of our love
Prove far deeper than we know.
Your dress as scarlet as the dawn...
Love? Lust? Spite? Going...going...gone.
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(Part seven of a ten-poem story-arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)
HORSEFLY KISSES
My Love, I feel, I want, I need...
My love I bleed--
Where Cupid's arrows missed,
The Devil shot on sight.
Oh God, it swarms, it bites...
It swarms in passion's midst.
It swarms in passion's mist.
It swarms amidst delight...
Oh God...it feeds--
It feeds on my delight.
My insides coil, they whirl, they shard...
My love, so hard--
Righteous weapons, unholy wars:
A war of nerves, of lust, of bliss...
Swelling shadows that thrive on this.
Beneath love's shadow, I adore.
Beneath your shadow, giving more...
Red roses you'll hold, you'll cherish,
And then discard--
Red roses for the flies to kiss.
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HORSEFLY KISSES
My Love, I feel, I want, I need...
My love I bleed--
Where Cupid's arrows missed,
The Devil shot on sight.
Oh God, it swarms, it bites...
It swarms in passion's midst.
It swarms in passion's mist.
It swarms amidst delight...
Oh God...it feeds--
It feeds on my delight.
My insides coil, they whirl, they shard...
My love, so hard--
Righteous weapons, unholy wars:
A war of nerves, of lust, of bliss...
Swelling shadows that thrive on this.
Beneath love's shadow, I adore.
Beneath your shadow, giving more...
Red roses you'll hold, you'll cherish,
And then discard--
Red roses for the flies to kiss.
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(Part six of a ten-poem story arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)
IDOLATRY
I looked and then I lusted,
As an elder object of worship
Was gone from sight (and thus, from mind).
As steel faith within rusted,
I would steal faith and more that night.
It was idolatry...
Once-sailing love, now a sinking ship--
As a veil within me swiftly ripped.
My new goddess before me
Began to dance, to sway, to strip...
The day love was accosted--
That day the demons swore to me,
"God is love, and love is for all!"
I wept because I'd lost it.
The wild had more to do than call.
Idolatry? Adultery?
It's all the same, honestly...
I betrayed one angel freely
On a silken, rumpled altar
Before the God who sent her to me.
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IDOLATRY
I looked and then I lusted,
As an elder object of worship
Was gone from sight (and thus, from mind).
As steel faith within rusted,
I would steal faith and more that night.
It was idolatry...
Once-sailing love, now a sinking ship--
As a veil within me swiftly ripped.
My new goddess before me
Began to dance, to sway, to strip...
The day love was accosted--
That day the demons swore to me,
"God is love, and love is for all!"
I wept because I'd lost it.
The wild had more to do than call.
Idolatry? Adultery?
It's all the same, honestly...
I betrayed one angel freely
On a silken, rumpled altar
Before the God who sent her to me.
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(Part five of a ten poem story-arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)
RAINBOW OVER SODOM
The fear of Hell is second only
To the fear of regret and debt--
To the fear of fear itself...
Love is the second death.
You, my love, my lust, my reverie
Could inflict it with a kiss...yet,
Kiss it away in beauty, stealth.
Love, the gamble; self, the gambit...
A crevice, a crescendo, and careswept cascades.
I don't want to be a friend; I want to be afraid.
Desire is much like drowning;
Your gaze, much like the stinging rain.
Your curves? The hills on the downward spiral.
I feel like falling down again.
A cry inside resounding,
That something else within me reigns...
(And if it doesn't love you, then I will.)
As the fear of consequence wanes,
Your smile waxes blissful, if not well-worn--
A rainbow over Sodom after the storm.
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RAINBOW OVER SODOM
The fear of Hell is second only
To the fear of regret and debt--
To the fear of fear itself...
Love is the second death.
You, my love, my lust, my reverie
Could inflict it with a kiss...yet,
Kiss it away in beauty, stealth.
Love, the gamble; self, the gambit...
A crevice, a crescendo, and careswept cascades.
I don't want to be a friend; I want to be afraid.
Desire is much like drowning;
Your gaze, much like the stinging rain.
Your curves? The hills on the downward spiral.
I feel like falling down again.
A cry inside resounding,
That something else within me reigns...
(And if it doesn't love you, then I will.)
As the fear of consequence wanes,
Your smile waxes blissful, if not well-worn--
A rainbow over Sodom after the storm.
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(Part four of a ten poem story-arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)
UNCLEAN THINGS
(I felt it as I slept...
And soon I saw it in my dreams.
And in those dreams, I wept
When I saw that gaping cleft
Left in my soul by thee...)
Ghosts of concsience rattle the bedboards;
The others shake the windows and doors.
And just how much more can I take?
We'll call it love, but it's like rape--
Like a succubus, a disease...
Subdeity of hopes and dreams,
Or a poltergeist of passion's roar.
Love, and unclean thing inside me...
I'm possessed by that which I adore.
I feel fevered, yet I am cold...
Because she sold more than her soul.
Love can't be bought--understand--
But you rent it if you can.
It's like possession from the grave
(Slave to a burning bush God made
Hot like the angel's flaming coal).
I thought I pulled the strings some way...
Instead, a puppet you behold.
(I must stand up, reject
That influence that's crept into me...
I must step back, deflect,
The instant I detect
That my decisions don't involve me...)
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UNCLEAN THINGS
(I felt it as I slept...
And soon I saw it in my dreams.
And in those dreams, I wept
When I saw that gaping cleft
Left in my soul by thee...)
Ghosts of concsience rattle the bedboards;
The others shake the windows and doors.
And just how much more can I take?
We'll call it love, but it's like rape--
Like a succubus, a disease...
Subdeity of hopes and dreams,
Or a poltergeist of passion's roar.
Love, and unclean thing inside me...
I'm possessed by that which I adore.
I feel fevered, yet I am cold...
Because she sold more than her soul.
Love can't be bought--understand--
But you rent it if you can.
It's like possession from the grave
(Slave to a burning bush God made
Hot like the angel's flaming coal).
I thought I pulled the strings some way...
Instead, a puppet you behold.
(I must stand up, reject
That influence that's crept into me...
I must step back, deflect,
The instant I detect
That my decisions don't involve me...)
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