A Prayer For Lovers

Thoughts pure and of love
And the acts of love are gifts from God,
And though coarse in apparition they may seem;
Blissful and in Heaven
Surrounded by etheral love they do dwell
And hither from they come.
Think not to be cast to Hell but raised up
To sit with Cherubim and Seraphim in Heaven,
For the true love we doth share
Is a gift from the Almighty.
The greatest of all
To love and be loved
With all thoughts and act
That it doth encompass.
To you all my love blest.

The Walk Home

By full moons light we walk
To each other; tales of love we talk
Crunching snow on snow covered paths,
As the night meanders by silently.

Cheese and pickle picnic in the cold
Warmed by a scolding hot old flask
Of metallic tasting tea. The first
Hour of the day and to others
We must be a sight to see.

Not one care in the world I have
Right now walking by your side;
The moon casts shadows dark
Through the branches of a naked tree,
You tell me that if you upped and died
Right here, that you would die happy.

You always say how sad you feel
And that parting is such a shame;
I pull you close and reassure, but
Inside I can't help but feel the same.
What good is being sad
And dwelling on the past,
Getting upset about what's gone before
And worrying that it wont last.

These times before we met
You should definitely not think about,
Because one thing I know for sure
And I know without a doubt, is that
I love you like no other Bonny
That has ever been before, Bonny.
It is you and only you Bonny
That I cannot live without.

Sweet To a Sweet Tooth

How can this love be real,
Never before have I felt
The way she makes me feel;
Walking on air, floating away,
Her touch, her kiss, her smell.
Each time I see her my lust doth grow,
In my body my heart begins to swell.
She is everything and all I see;
No blinkers, hallucinations, or sorcery.
I see clear and by God's word true
My soulmate, perfection, everything:
Why the fish swim and the doves coo;
Why lions roar and the songbirds sing.
She is the only one
That I could be with,
No other person could even come close;
The one and only reason I live,
My partner that Love's love chose.
Until my dying day she will be the only one,
Into infinity: even after my body
And the Earth hath gone.
She is a woman - the only woman
The only person I think of sexually;
From 'til the end of time, I pledge
She is the only woman
I will be with intimately;
My wife, my life, my felicity.
Everything I want and the reason
For everything I want to be.
I love everything about her
And the way she makes the world seem.
She is really real
But as perfect as a perfect dream.
She is everything I live for
And what makes me me;
God only knows how much
I love you caKe & Tea

Summer TV Glow Sun Tans

Three buttons and four arrows,
Technologies advanced but still
Can't compete, Boyhood memories
Played out in 64Bit, One chance:
Many lives but just one chance
To be the hero, play it again
New strategies, tactics, some fizzy
and chocolate, we can do this
I don't want to see game over,
The sad faces filling screens
Presenting a dejected character;
Game over - continue the choice
Is yours, For the glory, the win,
Names on leaderboards and highscores,
Best friends battling side-by-side
Saving each other; sacraficing lives,
Onwards to a highscore, The furthest
You have ever been, Up pops a man with
Racing form in hand, game over as he says
'Go outside to play you have been on this all day'
It is over and we are defeated but still alive
Tomorrow to complete the game
On my Sega Mega Drive.

Cake & Tea

Like the night sky kisses
The cliff faces in the sea,
Days filled with music
Song, jazz to make everything
Seem right and a landscape,
Pristine, panoramic, perfect;
Scorched earth and graffiti:
Attractions and sights of beauty.
An island paradise, adrift in a sea
Of desolate wasteland islands,
Filled with deserts, destined to be
Deserted by deserters, In search
Of an island, and just desserts
on an island paradise like thee.

Letter From A Masochist

I don't care for you or care for them,
I never really did:
I am selfish and do not like to be around
People with problems;
Other people's problems,
They have a nasty tendency
Of becoming your own.
I would apologise to you,
If you were here in person
But you are not so I wont, I would say,
Sorry for faking worry and angst
When presented with you and
Your problems and woes.
Sorry but I was pretending
So I could blend in,
With this crowd and
So I could make friends
To help keep me out of trouble;
Plus: I wanted to sleep with your friends.
Do not misread me.
I am not a bad person and would not
Like to see you in a bad way;
What I would like
Is for you and everyone
To leave me alone,
Stop trying to hold on to something
That was so clearly defined
In the beginning, we didn't speak
And I wish it had stayed that way,
I had often laughed when you cried
But, please, take some comfort,
Because I had also at others.
If you keep bothering me
And bide your time, I am sure
You will see me hurting and upset;
Then you too can delight
In such sadistic pleasures,
So much so that you can taste
Tears and blood on your tongue.
Don't bide, take,
Poke at me with sticks, through bars,
As I cower fetally; kick me
Into my own shit and piss
Laughing, in harmonies
With my cries of, complete,
Pain and humiliation;
Spit in my eyes
And slap me, hold my head while
You pour piss in my face.
Enjoy it! I would enjoy
Your suffering, and would go
Even further. I would cut
And burn you, and I would never tell,
Just like if it happened
To me, just do it! Enjoy it
Because I hate you.

The Purgatory Of Day

Too late to summon myself to blissful sleep,
Too early to be expelled from the night and awake.
I sit uneasy in the waiting room of life
The void between day and night;
Betwixt paradise and perdition.
In this purgatory I repent, and
Pray to rulers sat in heaven and in pandemonium
For the night to consume me, or
The day to come save me.

Time slows and the candlelight flickers
As icy breath from umbrageous paths close in,
Pied Pipers music spills from my looking glass
To mask the thundering run as the hounds move forth.
Drowned out by the deafening silence of fear
I cower and fawn praying into the black
For the Sun and his atoning light to appear.

No rejoice heard as the darkness does not abate nor slake,
Vociferous cries of pain beg entry
As Belial pulls me towards Lethe
To be nevermore in nothingness.
As I sink into oblivion a saving hand pulls me free:
Colopatiron guides me toward sunrise,
First beam of mornings sweet light
lighting safe passage to thee.