Infinity

Imagine infinity

Paint her red

String a strand of pearls around her neck

And watch her dance in the empty craters of the moon

Her timeless movement resurrects your buried dreams

Dreams you gave up on, for lack of time

Her swift figure reflects in your gaze;

Immobilizing and intoxicating.

She steps seductively into your subconscious,

Whispers promises, water to a parched tongue

And you drink.

Swallow.

Stare.

Until grey hair covers your eyes

And yellow fingernails curl under

The stench of your ignorance

Lifts the confused haze from your eyes

Your wristwatch clamps tightly

The finite, oppressive, imprisoning chain.

Your translucent skin beneath its ticking face

Shows waving wrinkles over a blue sea of veins

That disclose one thousand years have passed.

While you sat, nailed in awe.

In dumb wonder

The alluringly draped lady strips down

Until only your white pearls grace her bosom

Betraying in beautiful innocence

A moment,

She twirls and abandons

The old and ugly figure that frantically

Stares at the blank and boring face of time

Silent Siege

He lays siege and conquers a familiar land,

Vulnerable in its rosy pink color

The dark figure sends no messenger

Of considerate or fair warning

A dastardly entrance, made under night’s black veil

Gives the thief and his steed an advantage

His pursued opponent lay red in drowsy fluid,

Peacefully snoring songs of the stars

The masked intruder takes inventory

Of dormant and disposable affection

He drinks and drains with avid greed.

Diminishing such innocence to flaccid grief

His piercing sword disposes savory slumber

Leaving the beating orb

Pale and blue and wide eyed

Satisfied, he mounts scarcity’s horse

With a full stomach, he rides back into

An aching darkness

The echo of robbery plays to

A reverberating afflicted beat           

Comprising the chilling overture of dearth

Oral Persuasion

Under his nostrils in a gaping cave

Lives a ravenous monster, rickety

With passion and a fiery appetite

He is ready to steal.

His soft red coat

Unfastens to expose his white skeleton

Vulnerable and well maintained

He demands your adoration.

Practiced hands play his alluring tune

The melody claws your heart

Until, breast to breast,

His breath is on your lips.

The red beast exhales lust on your tongue

Your eyes succumb to warm passion

As your salivating soul submits,

He gently melts the snow covered ground.

A shiver disturbs his spell

Absence dark as night

By shallow light, the blood trail wounds.

Biting deeper, his betraying melody plays

A faint recurring tune

Your weary eyes squint away the dim

To unveil shadowy movement of the sly beast

Robbing another.

Organs Familiar

How peculiar is the correlation of the smelling organ to the heart;

Standing entrances to your soul

Whether turned up in arrogance

Digging into the business of others where belonging lacks     

These doors tickle emotion’s ivory

A terrible habit, unsound.

Mind betraying; instinct and desire raid

Set up camp and settle to replace truth.

A slight aroma

Stomach rumbles, salivation

Glutton’s gateway inhales.

The heart is stricken by a feeling long forgotten

            His warm touch delights familiar emotion

Clouding your better judgment

You are not really hungry.

These powerful soldiers hold the weapon of memory

Ammunition vast, innumerable, lively, compelling.

In an instant their direct aim has you face down

Head covered

Bowing under the weight of obedience

Focus on the smell of love.

Captured, your mind dies in desire

The Descent

They step over roots

Crunching confetti from autumn’s final hoorah

Smelling the blue of the brook

Green shade brings short sleeve relief

He steadied her clumsy step

A stolen moment tucked under careful stride

A yellowing leaf blurs in and out

The wrinkled log planted beneath her

Is an anchor strung to bliss balloons

Smoky conversation blinks behind the trickle

His hat disguises proximities chill

Their burdens melt beneath the white cascade

Negativity

Negative company corrupts the spirit. Infecting the soul, reluctance purges lighthearted qualities deemed desirable in good company. This destroying force, this disease, seeks to permeate the very fiber of your being, forcing each thought downward. Depressing words and scornful ideas crash a thundering cloud in the mind of their listener. The infection of complaint digs veraciously into vulnerable pores and seeps from external vibes into unprotected skin. Sitting with stagnant pus in the innermost layers of living flesh, sharp edged negativity roots deeply in the atoms of your character. Altering the opinions of its captive victim, the symptoms outwardly show. Turning peace to anxiety and love to selfish pursuit, the ferocious ailment swells. Without remission, its surging and militant bacteria siege and conquer their primary goal; your heart. The throbs of this powerful organ are bound with ropes of fierce thought and cords of slander, and ultimately grounded with iron nails of pessimism. Unable to reverberate truth, power of this machine weakens. Resounding with the conformed ideals of cynicism the heart propels floods of criticism outward with each blood pump. Negativity triumphantly conquers the internal flesh chambers. Now ruled by disheartened ideals once foreign to you, any sign of former optimism buries beneath red heaping sores of apathy. Spotted and subdued you sit indifferent to life’s beauty. So invasive a disease, it results in the demise of joy and the death of vivacious laughter. Murder of happiness in every sense and leaving you in want. The body lies stricken with hatred. Excessive internal bleeding makes you, the victim, suffer a miserable existence. Inevitably your dreadful condition causes pain for those in close proximity. Slanderous speech steals away a complimentary attitude. Pessimism robs surrounding souls of blissful experience, condemning all you encounter to a morbid frown. This disease destroys the happiness of that in which it dwells, going on to spread its venomous octopus arms in the direction of any joyful source.