Words,Sex, Sunrises,
Call me what you will,
sensualist, romantic, aesthetic,
I bare no shame.
I burn with a fever
and hear the air sizzle, crack, pop,
I have a creative flame in me,
Constantly seeking release.
Perhaps, I am a fool
for dreaming an impossible dream.
But I lust after every word,
I want to write.
One day, a match was struck in me,
which has failed to dim,
instead it grows brighter still,
burning in me,
until I allow it release,
before it consumes me.
I cannot help it,
every scent of perfumed air,
given birth by some flower or tree,
a drunk's odor of alcohol mixed with sweat,
it all bring words whispering to my ears,
like some monk's chant,
entrancing me,
helplessly in ecstasy over
the reflection of my mind.
A shadow, cascading out of the light
into the night,
where there falls a blossom from a tree.
-Polly Camber, 5/03/98
THE MAGUS
I the fragile fetus
Travailed of hate and ebon gore
Crystalline skin allowing cells
Soulview of the fallacies of life
Blinding was my youth
Slamming me into walls of black gods
Who scratch my eyes
Then caress the bloody tears
In my mind ancient languages linger
Devestating my dreams with rituals of death's passion
If I were stronger my mind, my body, my soul
I could kiss the godesses ethereal lips
So I climb mountains of human corpes
Filling my senses with the stench of their greif
I dwelve into poppyland
sleeping in filmy fields
Confident in my strength
To leave opiate arms
I swim in numbing fire streams
I dream the regal dragon dreams
I've prayed on knees emersed in flame
I've sought the prize for which I came
I breathe in ancient wisened breath
Now I sleep in arms of death
Submitted by:
Fetishjoy
LOST
Lost....once again
Under a blanket of gossamer
Turning black and ugly
Soiling my skin
Distributing my Dreams
Please...
Let me find
Purity
To cleanse my soul
Make my soul sing
The songs of the angels
Dark and beautiful
Floating in warm arms of silk and bat wings
Whisking me off to never never land
Where love is pure and true
Forever...
Submitted by:
Fetishjoy
HELD LONELINESS
I held loneliness yesterday.
It was cold like on a winter day.
It was like a dead person who wasn't really dead.
It's arms werre stiff.
It had no feelings.
It couldn't tell me any differant from any other feeling it felt.
It only helped me feel worse and more low.
It becomes like a drug.
I try to escape, but it's hold is so tight.
I start to feel and realize it'll never let go.
That's when it gets warm and I fall asleep into the ares of loneliness forever!
written & submitted by:
Bayou Black Rose - 06/24/99
Innocence and It
It sat waiting for its next fix
Innocence walks by and it lifts its head
'Im lonley I need this innocence'
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Innocence was walking and talking
and had a strange tinge to its skin
It jumped and fed he felt reasured
it was no longer alone
as the sticky blood dripped to the floor
INNOCENCE WAS NO MORE
As Innocence awoke it felt its own fangs,
in its mouth and thought finally
it came back to be with Innocence
They embraced and Innocence felt strangly alive,
'Immortality was no longer lonley' thought it
'Mortallity was no longer'thought innocence
And at last they were together and stunk of humanity,
INNOCENCE AND IT
written and submitted by:
midnight(dru)
27 January 00
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Blood & Kisses...
"TheBlackRose"