As I lay here drunk on your memory, a waiting when we meet again. i dream of lifes most wonderful gift, love. Like a sovereign awaiting his noble consort. i seat up above her. Ah, but such a title I await to give you. For courting my lover’s favors are not easily received. The king…
No finer wood then a chair at Walmart. No fine silks or precious cloths rest upon its shoulders. No golden eagles or lion’s heads embroider its legs and, yet it has ambition, authority, divine creativity in its veins And commands the realm of imagination. It is the throne to endless dreams. A chair fit for…
The would-be king rides forever pursuing, but never anteing a lover’s hearts promise kiss. Waiting for thee to celebrate in verse the songs for a timeless wish. Lust not for sins true desires. There is still time to discover an everlasting soulmate. Anointed and enthroned is a would-be kings love steadfast to thee until desire…
The would be king rides with sword unsheathe and rose in hand the king with no crown rides to castle Tinogco. Though his journey long that would be king rides with hast, no crown no clothe of gold no throne waits. Through sleepy streets he rides that king with no crown and noble grace, without…
I am Alexander the Great. Caesar, I Am. I am Him. The man who walks with a big stick. The final word that frees the Axe. The face of the sun. I am an image of might when afraid. The eagle is my emblem. Two-face, three face, for I shape my forum to your taste.…
To be in thee warm embrace a flower grows. Out, out it goes Turning and twirling to reach the sun, Unharmed by lover’s rays. Though your journey long Immortal our love has grown. To shine a light upon your gild face. To guide you in empty space My eternal love I await.
The black raven has become or some how has always been my spirit animal. I woke up one morning to find a black bird oddly standing alone just outside my dorm room window. Ravens are everywhere in my town, but come to think of it ravens are everywhere you go. Yet, this black bird was…
Mein cliff is what my heart longs to keep locked away. I stood at the edge of a roof top in new york city, My weight, my soul, my existence creates, a hole so deep, I cry to never feel the bottom. Mein kafp is all that remains to keep me wanting. For a life…
The king of hearts hates me. He grants me no honors, no lands that I may pass down to my future heirs. No commands that I may protect that which is his. Will my legacy be that of some noble whore. To be set aside when lust is all but done. The love and grace…
The Devil in Somalia 