HellThere is a point of no return Where souls downtrodden meet, That linger, loiter, rot and burn:Hell
Misery's lot is what they earn When stepping in eternal heat, A gift unable to return.
Teeth gnash and bloods churn, Grinding bones and mashing meat Fill the air while they burn.
And all the while they tend to yearn For a place of warmth that's sweet, A place they can't e'er return.
Death at their side, they can't discern How long it's been, for days repeat-- All sense of time that's fuel to burn.
And through it all it's what
"Predator"Between suit and tie lies endless guile, In his sleeves lie spades and aces. “Have a drink,” says he, “Stay awhile.”"Predator"
Sharpened wit hides intent that’s vile, Solid defense in these types of places, The breeding grounds of endless guile.
His game adapts, it’s versatile, When he spies prey wrapped in laces, “Have a drink,” says he, “Stay awhile.”
And he gains their trust with just a smile, Innocents that he coerces That fall victim to his endless guile.
He’s learned the moves, he’s become
"For the Birds"I'm wild, girl, quick and loose. I get by like the best of them, Slick as grass through a goose."For the Birds"
My sharp wit I put to use When my trust opaque I lend. The ring around my neck, now loose,
The world's rules, a fashioned noose, Effect us all, foe and friend, That lead us on, as if a goose.
Crowds drone, oblivious, obtuse (Which seems to be the current trend), Their bolts unfastened, broken, loose.
Outside the box I make my roost, That way of life I hope to bend. I'll become a different goose.
For this reason, I strike a t
Dessert for OneOverhead, the midnight jazz Swoons young lovers as their Evenings just begin, the soft Tones and wails of trumpet, Keys and snare.The dimmed Lights, like waning embers Hide secret plans between man And woman, the maze-like execution Of lines and answers, gives and takes. The tiny ring of fork and knife, Glass and whistle, permeates the Suave cadence of hushed whispers, Tailored suits, pressed pants firm, Trimmed and hemmed dresses Flowing at length. Perfume battles the aroma of French, Italian, Spanish, the Orient, Each nation's best upon a pDessert for One
