Wild Within Me

I once took pleasure in the flesh,
Debased God given form,
Not caring what or who I used,
Railed hard against the norm.
Kith and kin despaired aloud,
Showing me their pity,
But I’d respond with knowing grin,
Blame the wild within me.

Through night and shadows I did play,
In dens of lust and sin,
Not often did I see the dawn,
To watch the day begin.
I craved the all enclosing dark,
To let my pleasures free,
Not wanting and not needing to,
Tame the wild within me.

In ev’ry life there comes a change,
A time to close some doors,
No longer running with the dark,
Decadent never more.
So though it comes at such a cost,
With dreams of what might be,
The time has come to to turn away,
Bury the wild within me.



I can’t say for sure where this came from, but it may help to know I was thinking of Hunter S. Thompson and his book “Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas” when this came to me…

A carnival of frolicking freaks
A party of perversion,
The night that rings with ecstasy
And speaks to all subversion.
The devilled masks that hide the grins
The cloaks that hide the grasping,
All shown in light from candles red
That flutter with their gasping.
A scent of musk and sweet perfume
A taste of sweat on skin,
To touch and feel with covered eyes
And drink the milk of sin.
The music of a countless moan
The sounds of pleasures pleading,
Such symphony to speak of lust
And fantasies of pleasing.
A night that’s rich with hot desire
A time for taking pleasure,
To hell with all may come at dawn
Let greed and want take measure.
Oh take me to this wicked den
Where bodies are the masters,
And leave me be in decadence
To stay there ever after.


Dear readers…
A little bit of a strange one this. It fell out of me in dribs and drabs over the past couple of days, and I’m not really sure where it came from. Still, another little piece for you all to enjoy / criticise. And as always, thank you so much for reading my work.


Turn thine eyes and shine no more
‘pon this wretched face;
Thy grace and charity so shared
No more by me deserved.

Close thine ears to whispered words
Shared from mouth of mine;
No more should thou art suffer so
Such sorrow unreserved.

Take thy self away from me
So deny me love;
Thy sweet response and countenance
Too painful to observe.

Hold thy self in cold remove
Warm my heart no more;
Thy blessed face angelic so
No longer should be borne.

Hide thy self from yearning gaze
Spilled so from my eyes;
Forbearance now to be my word
And ever should I mourn.

This plea I give in recompense
For sins so visited;
No longer should my life be touched
By heart as pure as yours.

Reblog : Devil Clothed In Mortal Sin

A reblog this evening. Once more, I’m working on a couple of pieces, but this is here to tide me over. Hope those of you that have not read this before, enjoy it.

Devil clothed in mortal skin,
whispering words
of sweet tasting sin.

Hidden from view, in plain sight
walking among us
by day and by night.

Eyes that burn with crimson hue,
speak of the lies
that seem oh so true.

Encouraging evil, remaining apart
feeding the darkness
in tar blackened heart.

A single word in willing ear,
can change sweet slumber
to dreams filled with fear.

As each day passes, influence grows,
growing in power
while nobody knows.

Watch for this evil, be ever aware,
for though he may dwindle,
he’ll always be there.

Shaping the world and all that’s within,
this devil clothed,
in mortal skin.

Red Wine

Pour for me another,
a glass of velvet red,
and tell to me the tale
of how your heart fell dead.

Pour for me another,
a glass of sumptuous wine,
and tell to me the tale
of loves revealing crime.

Pour for me another,
a glass of ruby sin,
and tell to me the tale
of where lovers trust begins.

Pour for me another,
a glass of deviled juice,
and tell to me the tale
of how hearts uncover truth.

Pour for me another,
a glass of timeless taste,
and tell to me the tale
of how souls get lost in haste.

Pour for me another,
a glass of vino sweet,
and maybe this, our own true tale
will make our life complete.