Lucifer’s Lullaby

Lucifer's Lullaby

Hush my dear and don’t say a word;

I’ve read all your thoughts, the taboo and absurd.

You’re a play thing of lust, a slave to addiction;

And I know all you seek is a fix laced with fiction.

 

Deny if you will, but your eyes tell it all;

When obsession takes over it’s me that you’ll call.

And I will deliver, this thing that you need;

Without judgment or guilt will I give unto thee.

 

And your gift will come sealed with a smile and a kiss;

In exchange for an item you won’t even miss.

After all what’s a soul when compared to the feel;

Of the pleasure you’ll get as a part of our deal.

 

So bring on the cure to your forbidden ache;

Let sin be the path of which you shall take.

The fruit you desire is yours if you wish;

All I need is your signature in return for such bliss.

Trust

Trust

Hold me gently, and yet, not so gently that I become bored;

Make me feel safe, though do not deny me on occasion, danger;

Allow me my freedom, but do not become blind;

Engage me in real love and still fulfill my fantasies;

Look upon me with halo, yet accept me with faults;

I am woman, I am love, I am complicated…Trust.

Permit me to carry you, though do not forget how to stand;

Count on me as your protector, but do not need protecting;

Allow me my freedom, but do not become disinterested;

Love me for what I can become, and still, love me for me;

Look upon me as your hero, yet accept my inadequacies;

I am man, I am strength, I am complicated…Trust.

The Morning After

The Morning After

Where is thy “Romeo” who lay next to me last night,

Who promised me romance, the stars, and the sky?

Who looked into my eyes as Adam did to Eve,

And whispered into my ear the words “I Love Thee”.

“Together forever” he said, or something like that,

So why has he left like a shameless stray cat?

Did he get what he wanted, was I simply a prize,

To be won and discarded into a closet full of lies?

This is not the first time, but it will be the last,

That I’m used for my body, then thrown away like trash.

I give up on love, on men, and on life,

I take to my final bath, my grief and my knife.

Is it the best solution, no, I’m sure that it’s not,

But I’m done being the woman that love hath forgot.

Lamiai

Lamiai

Now she lay me down to sleep and never shall I wake;

My soul lay forfeit to her as my naked body aches.

Pleasure will be mine for now but hers til end of time;

So shall this evil temptress strike under the blood moon sky.

Take from me that which she wants and turn my flesh to ash;

Let our lust burn as flames from hell for she shall be my last.

The Girl Next Door

Girl Next Door

I will not look at the “girl next door”…Unless I mean to do it for a lifetime

The “smart girl” you can look at all you want;

She might look at you…but she’ll be more interested in a book

The “super-model” you can look at and she’ll like it;

However, she’ll never really take much notice of you…just the mirror you stand next to

The “bad girl” you can look at and she’ll pretend she doesn’t care;

Or she might pretend she does…either way, she will only be pretending

The “shy girl” wants you to look at her;

She doesn’t know why…and she’ll never know why she looks back at you

The “girl next door” you can look at;

She’ll look back at you in the same way…if your heart is true, she’ll keep looking back for a lifetime

So if I look at the “girl next door”…I shall do so for love and nothing else.

Betrayed

Betrayed

She is innocent with love

She lives and breathes for him

There is nothing she wouldn’t do for him…

He is her world and she loves him  He is arrogant, yet charming

  He thinks nothing of what he can give her,

   only of what she can give him…

She is desperate for his love  She is his play thing and he is her King

She cries, but he does not comfort

She trusts and he takes advantage

Her heart is broken and he steps on the pieces…

He becomes bored with her silly dreams

  Her feelings are of no importance to him

  She is an object that has lost its luster

  His thoughts turn to his next conquest…

 “That son of a bitch!”

“That stupid girl.”

If he had only listened.

If she had only opened her eyes.

The deaf lay dead.  The blind become numb.

Beware

Beware

Good evening my lover, isn’t it time you unwind;

Take off that suit of yours, and have a glass of wine.

As you can see with your naked eye, I have dressed for the occasion;

All your dreams may come true tonight, with just the right amount of persuasion.

Allow me to remove that tie of yours, and other items of unwanted restriction;

Let us bathe in the heat of our bodies, and do things that others believe are only fiction.

Oh’, and one more little thing my love, is it sleep you feel the need to give into?

Alone with your neck and your pride well erect, goodnight and farewell my sweet fool.

Unbroken

Unbroken

She was a strong and beautiful woman,

Full of life, vigor, and confidence.

Yet the cruel hearts of men had tried many times to knock her down;

Men who saw her only as an object, as a thing they had to possess.

Never had a man truly taken the time to understand her,

Rarely did she have the opportunity to be true to herself.

As a young girl she knew adversity before she knew love,

As a woman she experienced hardship more often than happiness.

God had planned for her to be an angel and a goddess,

A woman who held the heavens in her eyes and pure love in her heart.

Now she spends too many of her days in a cold, dark tunnel,

Numb to the world and to the sunlight which tries to show her the way out.

She is determined to survive and so she shall, but at what cost?

She denies her feelings, suppresses her needs, and refuses to trust.

Those who are in need of it will receive her protection and her love,

But at the end of the day she finds that she has none left for herself.

She has been broken many times upon the jagged rocks of despair and betrayal,

Yet she will not languish in peril or cry upon the shoulders of shallow men.

Instead she will rise from these rocks as a Phoenix would rise from its ashes,

And she will continue to have faith even when hope has abandoned her.

Vows of Atlas

I began writing this poem in 2005 and completed it in 2006.  It is the single most important piece to me personally for it was the inspiration for the wedding vows I wrote when I married my wife, Sadeana, in 2009.

Vows of Atlas

I, Atlas, Son of God and man of Earth, ask thee Olympia, Daughter of God and woman of Earth, to be my best friend, my greatest lover, and my eternal soul mate.

As a testament of my love, I do pledge these solemn promises:

To love this woman as she desires to be loved, by day, by night, awake, asleep.

To stand behind this woman when it is her time to shine; to stand beside this woman when she needs support; to carry this woman upon my shoulders when she is void of strength.

To honor this woman with honesty, loyalty, and respect with every word I speak, every action I take, and every thought I produce both in and out of her presence.

To place this woman’s happiness, health, and well-being before my own, and to here fore dedicate my life to serving her needs and protecting her.

To build a life together with this woman; a life that is meant not to replace the individual lives we have lived and will continue to acknowledge, but rather to compliment and enhance them.

To pursue spiritual understanding of this woman; to respect her beliefs and gain insight into her soul.

To look upon no other woman with lust or entertain by thought or by action a notion of physical intimacy with another woman.

It is with these sworn promises that I request the hand of Olympia to be my wife today, tomorrow, and each day thereafter that I am blessed to be breathing and loved by her.