Blood Red Moon

The blood red moon
It calls to me;
As iron tides
In magnet sea.
This wrenching pull
In darkened night
Of lunar face;
It tortures me.

The blood red moon
It watches me;
Through shadowed glass
And naked trees.
What evil deeds
To so inspire
Deep within;
It frightens me.

The blood red moon
Lears in at me;
So seeing all
In restless peace.
I cannot hide
Though hard I try
And so it burns;
The heart of me.

Oh blood red moon
I welcome thee;
Come free this beast
Inside of me.
Desire formed
In soul within
Thy crimson hue;
It calls to me.

Reblog : Waves

Hello dear readers. It’s been a bit of a shit few days, but I’m feeling more positive today. I re-read this today, and I remembered how much I liked it. So I decided to reblog it while my muse works away in my sleeping mind. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.


And where the boats wait,
with their sails safely furled,
we sit on the dock
to discuss this mad world.

What bricks can life fling
at our dream slowly made,
to tear all asunder
plans carefully laid?

“Let’s steal a boat”
you state into the day,
“and sail across oceans
to lands far away”.

“But darling” I cry
with a smile on my lips,
“I do not have knowing
of sailing and ships”.

“Don’t worry, dear heart”
you reply with a laugh
“for the waves they will take us
as long as love lasts”.

We kiss as the seagulls
fly high overhead,
and waves stir up treasures
from the darkened sea bed.

We can’t steal a boat
to lands far away,
but perhaps we can dream
for just this one day.

And waves in the ocean
will roll in and depart,
but they won’t outlast
this love in my heart.

One More Night

Swimming pictures;
Focus in and focus out
On the winding walk home.
One more beer, one more beer,
No harm is done with one more beer.

Such distance;
It never took this long
To get to where my bed is.
One more step, one more step,
I’ll get back home with one more step.

Smiles recalled;
Laughter comes easy
When sweet alcohol flows.
One more joke, one more joke,
Make us all roar with one more joke.

Out again;
Into the evening
Where the bright neon plays.
One more night, one more night,
Let’s hit the town for one more night.

Reblog : España

Another reblog. I can’t remember why I wrote this, what inspired it etc. and even though it’s not my best work (“what is?” I hear you cry…) I kind of like this. Hope you do too. And I am working on another new original piece.

It dances,
this sunshine smothered language
of sweet, hot evenings,
tasting of cheap wine and
Any word,
a curse, a question,
a passionate exclamation,
sings with the dust of
El Toro.
The tumbling verbs,
the bubbling nouns,
the most mundane subject
excites like a fiery tango.
Stuck in this vanilla, cardigan
textured room,
the sound of this exquisite language
takes me to Spanish climes.


Not sure about this one… The images flowed for me, but I think it’s a bit confusing. Still, publication without editing isn’t a bad thing… Hope you like it.

Remains of the day
That were shattered and
Collected by hands of
The scarred and the

Crying at failure
And shouting for
Seeking the meaning in
Stories so

Blessed by a stranger
Who was wicked and
Discussing the future
And what would be

Asking forgiveness
From eyes judging and
The hope of redemption
Not easily

Days spent in leisure
With the dark and
Debasing the body
With pleasure and

The weekend begins
With the promise of
The hot gathered masses
To all scream your

Mirror Mirror : A Reading

It’s been a while since I posted one of these, but the wonderful Fibee5 has sent me another reading of one of my poems. Every time I have posted one of these, I never fail to get lots of great feedback on her reading, and the emotion she is able to put into my words. I hope you like this one. It’s of my poem Mirror Mirror.

Reblog : The Quiet Night

Dearest readers,
Consider this something to just keep this blog ticking over. I’ve been so busy with one thing and another, and my ever-frustrating muse has decided I need a break from her again. Because of this, I have not written anything original for a while. I hope you like this reblog – it’s a fairly recent one, but as I read through my old posts this one caught my eye. Stay tuned – something new will be up soon.

Much love,


You hush me with admonished
sigh, a whisper in the quiet night.
My passion cries, but sound doth
travel at hour late as this.

Why does the world in silence rest
and fail to drown out lovers gasps?
Not wishing to disturb the dark,
you silence me with a kiss.

As chest expels a wanton groan,
religious pleading is kept at bay.
But deity’s name deserves a shout
when body feels such bliss.

Susurration fills my ears
as climax drowns all rational thought.
But cry I must into quiet night,
when feeling love as pure as this.


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