Life Pretty Pleasures

Life Pretty Pleasures

In all the world,

Where love so young,
Truth speaks in lover’s tongue,

These pretty pleasures shall be my guide
To be with thee and thy valley inside.

It’s time,

My drive from field to the fold
On raging rivers till hard rock cold.

While the flowers fade,

From these wanton fields.
To wayward country reckoning yields;

My tongue in honey,

The nectar flow,
In fancy spring,

It’s time I holds.
My dance,

My member,

My all so ready posies.
Oh how I do love those beds of roses!

Oh my country,

To come,

Oh so splendor,
To be home,

I return, soon to enter.
Youth may last,

My love still breed?
Our joy,


Our secret deeds,

My mind,

My body,

My soul.
To be alive,

To live,

To be so bold.

Black Widow Martyr

Black Widow Martyr
The webs of a spider
Like gossamer phantoms went
Deep down inside her.
None could see what changes were
Her beauty all vision bent
The webs of a spider
She spoke; her voice was a purr
The tempted to death were sent
Deep down inside her.
Every miss looks after her sir
So lovely; despite her nature she longs to repent
Deep down inside her.
Just like that, gone like a blur.
Her freedom from murder is death; she knew
What that meant
The webs of a spider
Deep down inside her.

The Life I Dream Of

The Life I Dream Of

In a perfect world the life I live would dissipate.
In a perfect world evil would not exist.

Life in a perfect world is not the life I dream of.
The life I dream of is not perfect.

In this life there still is pain.
In this life there still is evil.

In this life love exists.
In this life good always wins and love never fails.

The life I dream of, the perfect life,
And the life I live are very different.

The life I dream of and the perfect world exist only in our hearts.
The reality of life is pain, though love exists,

It tends fades and evil often prevails.

Eternal Sorrow

Eternal Sorrow
Grieving with sorrow,
Conflicting pain.
Watching your heart
Float away with the rain.
Obstacles ancient
Coming your way,
Making your sunshine
Into a cold winter’s day.
Mourning and crying
Until the break of dawn.
Waking to nothing
But a sad, dark song.

My Secret Love

My Secret Love

Today our souls met.

Our hearts became one.

We fell so deeply in love.

That we couldn’t stop the feelings.

What started as a simple kiss,

Grew to a passion.

That leaves us wanting more.

Every word we speak

Confers our feelings.

Every touch

Consoles the needs.

Every time we meet

Makes it harder to part.

Leaving an empty space yearning.

You have become an intricate part of my life.

A piece I never want to be without.

What will become of US?

Once we both realize the reality of our feelings.

I will always love you.

Where Am I?

Where Am I?

Where am I?

Am I living a lie?

Oh no, no !

I am fine,

Just a little behind.

Can you push me up,

Dear lord?

I do not want to commit any fraud.

Destiny seems too bleak

And I am getting old and weak

Am I just a number in this world?

Or would my future fortune bring me gold?

I hope I’ve fulfilled your work

For I would not like to be heaven’s joke

Bless all of your creations here on earth

And let them know the reason why we took birth.

Speak Not to My Ashes

Speak Not to My Ashes

Dragons flame has burnt me

Down to my last breathe,

My Final threads of life flowing

Through what little there is

Left of this decaying form

That I once could have happily

Called a body;

Now it’s nothing more than a rotted shell and ghost!

All because every microt of dignity

And sacred bliss in Oblivion was

Torn from my spirit

And I destroyed everything

I used to hold so dear


Even now as Death sings her melancholy

Songs to me

I definitely pretend not

To hear

And as my last request

I do not


But beg,…

“Speak not to my ashes…”