The Pantheon

 Keatsian Ode with a rhyme scheme of ABABCDECDE

Angel of the pit,

Sword of the people,

May hellish beings feed on their flesh on a throne as we sit.

Flesh of their lovers; their cup runneth full.

And on the flesh of their dead….

And may Lucifer’s light shine upon the wicked and make them feast upon blood of the living for all of eternity.

The firstborn of starlight never to hide behind the shadows forevermore….

May the souls of the blood that trickles down their cloaks run crimson red.

May the blood of the unborn be fed to Lilith’s sea.

May Satan rip apart the body, the blood and the flesh and leave to feed them unto Beelzebul and his whore.

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Dear….,

I am sleeping with you and sometimes in the night I still stay in the memory of your arms around my waist and the scent of your hair with my head on your shoulders but the memory of you will not fade and I believe I’ve finally found someone to love for the rest of my life until forever.

He loves me and I love him becasue he is beautiful and he is essentially a very good person. His causes are everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. He is my hero. And when I am loving himhe smells like honey and warm soothing tea. He is my medicine and you were my obsession. Thank you for teachng me about love and how many ways I can kiss you because I never got to kiss you before you left.

I love you.

Please stay.

Please stay.

promise me you’ll say I do.

More

They say insanity has a limit.

Little did I know that sanity lay within you just being here;

to feel myself sheltered from ocean storms that felt like a sinking heart within your arms.

I’ll be thinking about you.

And I will never ever forget the way you made me feel as you pulled me closer to your body and cried more.

Your Body

The warmth of your mouth

on mine and the touch of your

hands alone could set my soul

on fire with your body

atop mine as we’re touching.

Your Lips To Your Body….

The warmth of your lips as I pull your body close to mine.

Try, Try, Try

He tried to say I love you but he couldn’t because he was millions of miles away.

Something Of A Puzzle

His mind is like a puzzle, but he holds me ever so close.

A Certain Sadness

It takes a very certain sadness for him to cry.

It is mingled with his love for the world but he is stronger than that.

Darling I hope you get this,

But you’re stronger than you think and I’m so in love with you.

Keep doing what you’re doing because you make up my whole world because you’re you.

Sadness

He is very sad

to be away from me but

I believe he’s seen

everything except for me?

I want to be his relief.

You Do

He is so afraid

to say that he loves me to

death, but I’ll settle

for at least a simple I

do, with your hand holding mine.

Your World

I write to you.

You’re my hero and you have my heart but you were so sure you were the one.

But you only know my name

and I do not exist….

I cannot live within you and your world….

Existence

I wrote to you in the hope that you actually exist.

The Pillow

Whenever my head is on my pillow, I dream of you.

The Savage Beast

Although a masochist, a beast; he is savage in bed….

Too Cute

You are very cute when you are gentle and loving me.

Walking With Thee

But O to walk with the night.

To walk with thee under a full moon to write poetry is absolutely romantic.

O but to hear you say you’d love me again and now and until forever.

O the songs I’d write for you in poetic perspective when you’re undressing me with your eyes.

A Lament To Sanity

Hope at times you think of me during the day or at least maybe in the middle of the night….

At least say you’re thinking of me sometime.

I’ve always known that my reputation matters for what it’s worth. What others think of me doesn’t count. I know that if I’m going to move on, I’ll do it with class.

I’ve always looked for love in the wrong places but now I’m just trying not to break my own heart for the sake of my sanity….
And in the end, I’m just me.

My heart broke when you left. And now I’ll never be as happy as I was when you held me.
I dream you made love to me but what hurts is that I wake up alone.

Maybe in my dreams, I’ll be seeing you tonite.

But I know that sometimes is never enough and almost always is romantic because in the end it’s just you and me against the world.

O, I’ll be looking for you.

But someday I’ll go looking for you and I may never come back.

The problem is that I was too arrogant to know that I was falling in love with you and this may haunt you, but I was the one wishing it was you….

An Italian Love Song

An Italian Sonnet with an ABBA ABBA rhyme scheme.

The stars looked alike but I could’ve sworn to a God that there were only two this time and I knew that they looked like us.

I could have sworn that the universe was just a vast ocean of stars that were pearls in its expanse but my Gods, they listened to every sound of the thumping of a intertwined wild heartbeat.

And I know that you were every silly love song, every love poem and yet the saddest melody that any musician with their instruments could state.

Your skin like coffee and cream, I think that the way you look is like architecture; a basic work of art like the look of a certain statue and I know you were made for me and that the God that made you spent more time on you which is a curse and a blessing and darling this we can discuss.

And darling if you are listening, when I ask you to do these two things, please do not make a fuss.

Pour out your heart and let me listen to it beat.

Pour out your soul and let me hear the song of your fate.

Because baby this is a song that was only meant for us in this lifetime, thus.

Nothing

I should’ve died a long time ago but now I am nothing.

Lost In Love

You left me lost in love and alone but that won’t last now.

Why

You will soon be the reason why stars fall in the night sky.

The Nymph

You’re beautiful but oh so distant.

When I think of your body, I think of you swaying silently to the music.

Your soul intertwined into every sound of the beat and the rhythm.

I thought of you yesterday and today just as I thought of you back then.

You are to my touch, the trembling of trees as like leaves; you fall in love with me.

You remind me of the very version I wish to be of myself.

The very muse of my soul’s songs.

The very cause of my my poetry.

The power of my words at play whether they sound repetitive, vulgar, belligerent, insane or even more than psychotic.

You are the target; the object of my flesh’s desires.

I can’t seem to have you though the thought is probably just a dream.

Let distance make yourself fond enough for you to dream of me.

Read

I hope you read this,

I hope it gets to you now

once and never read

any more of my trashy

poems knowing I love you.

Blinded

I loved you so much.

I thought you said you loved me

But I was only

blinded by the truth that I

only wished on falling stars.

Pain

I did not know pain until you said I do not love you.