What Now Rally on Lust

What now, rally obscure sexuality. Charge! Charge! Charge I say! Charge upon no frustrations reef upon the end of  the charged of the royal and the entry whole. Beautiful release, no vulgarity only in the minds of those oh so sadly feeble, so weakly angry, no sin of the flesh, only pleasure, it is aContinue reading “What Now Rally on Lust”

The Work of My Words

Ten deep breathes, and let the words do all the work, let this chaos be my own, let that flesh be  known to me. Let that idea sour in our skies and our speech. Let each and every  one. Our wishes and prayers are pointless, no one hears them except the well and the priest.Continue reading “The Work of My Words”

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10