Monday, February 26, 2007


You told me I was
always at my
best in the
dead of
that were
with musical
made us weep.

Oh how you tested me
with questions on
sincerity, until
with relief,
dawn broke,
and we slept off
the intensity of our
sexual reassurance.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Thoughts On Love, And Other Things

So he picks up his marker
To highlight the line
That all men are holy
All women divine

But the thoughts that he'd written
Where tainted with pain
He tried to ignore them
They followed again

So he chained up his longings
And no one could find
The power to read them
From deep in his mind

Now he's watched from the window
As birds disappear
Another wrong season
Another bad year

But through every long winter
He fashions his tools
To paint out of darkness
And write about fools

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

We All Should Be So Cursed

As weak as any man I call

to you night demon,

and beg for torment

that must only last forever.

But I have seen you with Samael,

and know you will never be faithful

to only one ideal.

You who carry no original sin

will eat out the sinner,

like a vampire,

lusting for the sons of light

from Babylon to Israel

and beyond.

Ah, but I have heard

you know his name,

and are forever cursed

to lay down you children

for your pride.

No wonder you rage

daughter of Hecate,

creation of Hera,

lover from Adam to Gilgamesh.

But I know you only as

lovely Lilith,

looking for a place to rest.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Right then, all you budding poets and writers.
If you would like to have a try at getting some of your work published follow my links section to,
and the rest will be explained. Go on you know you want to.