Caught in a Dream

I looked into her evil eyes: you fraud

What loud noise yonder do I hear? Music?

Not so, it is wicked beat of applaud

Mockery of my own career, how sick

Erupting screams filled the ears of the dreamer

All spoke the same ingratitude:  I lied

Every rant now reduced to sole screamer
Their wails of aloof dread preceded and died

At no time did I ever foretell futures

I am a fake, a fraud; admit only dreams

The spectators aware of my failure

Unknown tarots fill my reverie streams

My fate in life, the next as well, is false

Filled with the bliss confused steps of a waltz

Marie Angie

Let the erratic night judge me if it may

As the witch that provoked necromancer

I have proclaimed powers; I show, you pay

Eating your heart out, oh avid cancer

Angel of death, seeking my one revenge

I stumble in the life I seek, hazards…

Introspection surges: the crash, I cringe

I saw that night the rush of skin blizzards

Lying in the hospital bed, mourning

She came across to me saying softly

Gently wiping wet tears speaking warning

“You must use this in your favor, Marie.”

I lie to my clients every now and then

I am unable to gaze the truth in men 

Bury Your Secret

Bury your own secret in the wet ground
She runs and the wind blows like fire
Hides through the night while there awaits her hound
Tonight widow made her husband expire

Red hair ignited with fury spoke he
Of unfinished habits, unwritten life
Covered in red, death to John M. Dupree
Thousand bolts of lightning in one lone strife

Bury your own secret yonder, Ginger
Work for tips that pay the rent and forget
Hear your father’s foul breath at night whisper
Behind in the black ground, never regret

In a life full deep of incompetence
Ginger tended to live in arrogance

My One

He is to me the love bountiful tender

His face covered in acute black stubble

Busker who joins my night is my lover

Brings with him a touch so loving, feeble

It is clear he was destined for the greatness

Sleek August wind rush, fated wonder

Bundles for sweet Latin prodigiousness

Ruined bonds that create avid thunder

Nude whispers like the sun shines at midnight

Strange person who sings with chords of alloy

Grass falls toward the sky moonless sunlight

Chanted touch, he is a magic Yule toy

Controversial man of thoughts lost in skill

Love so deep it fulfills my greatest thrills