Poetic Tour of Eight Capital Sins

Gluttony

Sugar 

Caloric bliss 

Washed down in syrup 

Another chunk 

Another liquid fizz 

Nothing satisfies 

Lingering need for more 

Then crash 

repeat

Pride

The world versus me 

They haven’t got a chance! 

Teflon hero immune 

To cause and others 

Solitary divine 

Right by self-interest

Vainglory

Center attention resides 

Places build up within others 

Written on banner  

Held hands high 

Charging foward 

Little Big Horn awaits

Sadness

If you only know 

Sharing isn’t caring 

Leavening the field 

Dragging you down here 

Blame and hate 

Chains keeping you down

Anger

Enthrallingly distributed 

Across all views 

Problems involving everything 

Excited drawing blood 

Hoping pain caused 

Damage little concern 

Visceral intentions

Control absolutely

Avarice

One more million

One more collection 

Things horridly glorious 

Poor only want nothing

All that shines

All that glitters 

Mine

Acedia

Attention span withers 

Dreams awash vision 

Mind dances fancy thoughts 

Incredible drowse embraces 

My work drifts away 

Soul joins the shadows

Fornication

Flesh dripping taste 

Candys last linger clings 

Forbidden flavor always best 

Touch builds memory 

Desire creating scene 

Fulfilment hopeless 

Repetition guaranteed

A long time ago there were eight capital sins, corrupted souls got lazy and combined aspects of a few. Besides 7 sounds better as deadly sins

Going Home

Waking up in a former bedroom 

Knowing the outline of rooms 

Sounds of doors and floors 

Time changes the world 

perceptions alter the details 

But home is home 

The place you can always visit 

The place dreams started 

It’s trailhead lead many places 

My feet return to a beginning 

My mind clears layers of memories

Some threads still take me back

Grown Cold

Razors edge 

That’s your love 

Handling with care 

Useless as words 

Feeling should be glue 

Not shrapnel or fodder 

There are no openings 

Just hardened glass inside 

Someday never comes to you 

Not as fast as you turn on others 

You can’t take the warmth 

You only chill the world to you.  

Your last moment will pass alone

Far away from those like me

After the fire

After the fire only ash remains 

Curled grey fingerprints that hint 

Solid things of matter gone 

Fragile soul made of burnt dust 

Dissolving by touch or breeze 

Heat long escaped beyond  

Embers that glowed red lond dead 

Shatter debris in blacks and browns 

Long past reach of the inferno 

In the cool air smoke scents lightly

Smell alone gives afterlife

The fuel spent 

The glory snuffed out 

After the fire, only ash remains

Moth Catches Flame

Fires dance in your eyes

My inner candle begins melting 

Promises of possibilities flutter about 

Whispers of thoughts 

Things I long for versus need 

Enticing moves stir images 

“What ever your desire” falls to ears 

No lips move, no sound travels 

But still my ears are full 

Gentle hands sweep through my dreams 

Reality never holds trust of fantasy 

Within the dreams I wander paths 

Where no footsteps are needed

Interface is between two faces 

Elegance replaces beauty 

The moth grabs the flame

 Wheel to Turn

I wheel around 

My mock surprise, really horror 

I remember being caught 

Pinned under your wheels 

I pray for justice 

But you still breath 

Destiny ignores my pleas 

Someday fate will find you 

Just waiting for the cog to turn 

Gristmill to talk to your soul 


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Your Angel Commentary Po.em

Your angel is my demon 

How do you know my angel is fallen one?

If you could fly, how do you fall?

Singed wings – like Icarus 

Attempting forbidden 

Pleasure and pain of burnt fingers 

Only pleasant memories and scars 
Demons dance with angels.
Another commentary po.em from  Lorraine and myself.  Her words are italicIzed.  More of her words are located at http://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com and http://25wordsmoreorless.wordpress.com

Mist of Dreams

Mist of my dreams swirl

Spinning like a kaleidoscope 

Am I looking back

Like the stats in telescope

Or forward in Crystal ball

Happy blue skies pave paths

Tall trees throw twisted shadows 

Nothing is as it seems 

Everything is exactly as it appears 

Lines of sight tug gently 

Filaments of thoughts resist 

Delightful mess spills across fantasy 

Which parts will I miss?

Which parts to cling to? 

Time slides through hidden hourglass

Slowly I realize what never was

Has always been waiting with what was

Imaginary World

I weave a tapestry

Sounds of glee 

Priceless trinkets 

Precious memories 

They cover many walls 

Imaginary battles won 

Maidens and Dragons dance 

Treasures of what’s once important 

Dreams cling like spider webs 

Each waiting for a meal 

Glories within the mind 

Times when I acted in thought 

They gaze down upon me  

Hundreds of scenes 

They were once so real 

The world of fantasy

pulls stronger than reality 

Imaginary place that I built 

Hope’s garden of Eden 

Eternally shining


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Time Shadows

Time left me still 

Details have subtly faded 

The cold light of then, now shines

Like rid yourself of ghosts 

What if it’s you there’s no belief in

Memories are gilded cages 

Feelings cling Like cobwebs 

Their sticky threads still have teeth 

To purge the light is the only cure 

Creating shadows that obscure sundials 

Time uses distance against me 

I’m robbed of judgement 

Memories fill feelings into missing parts

Was the you, you back then? 

Or has me changed whom I was too?