Bygone Innocence

The eyes of a child in their sparkling glory

Say a million verses in a lazy story

Of dreams afresh and experiences anew

Of smiles galore and tears just a few

If only could I hold that moment right there

In its sanctity and its purity while its fair

Can I save it before its gone and stained

Can the innocence of that heart be chained?

Don’t I today see in him what I once was?

When i loved and lived and laughed just because

When the world wouldn’t always stand in guard

When emotion and passion wasn’t this hard

In time, So proper and prim do we become

With a heart too small and an ego too plum

Too careful to love and too cautious to play

Puckered feelings, in abeyance, lay

The key to the lock of the tinge is buried

The race to the safety of passivity is hurried

Until we can only be undone by a Twister

That will ‘bang’ our hearts than ‘knock’ to register

Hunt

100 days in coffin and reborn
the vampire sought new blood
but in the vicinity was nothing new
the same old creatures of the wood

the thirst burned her throat
yet the calm disguise ,a practiced skill
in her poise was a gradual thunder
that prepared her for the imminent kill

wandering she caught a glimpse
Of a creature in a new light
And sensed the blood in his veins,
Rushing hot, to her delight

On her heels, she went close
Only to be maddened by his youth
By the sheer dance in his shadows
And his silhouette so uncouth

A ruthless creature of night
He sensed her secret presence
And moved enough to let the winds
Inflame her more with his fragrance

Breathing heavily she licked her lips
As she neared her delicious prey
And in a swift move he thrust her back
To a tree from where she couldn't get away

Gasping for breath she fought for release
But he held her tight until she’d relent
And then they stared in each other’s eyes
While drawing in each other’s scent

And that one moment of contact
Ran tremors deep down her belly
But her thirst got the best of her
And she aimed for his throat of jelly

Heather

A shot in the dark that left him bleeding

An error in judgment that had left him seething

Poor Kim, why did he ever sip in after dark

In the name of incense, ecstasy he was breathing

He had had his lessons but he’d still forget

Honesty wouldn’t always honesty beget

Yet again his heart brushed a potent thorn

Daring and bold while he’d still often get

Hardened twice over by the vagaries of weather

In secret, He’ll search in forests for his Heather

And many a flowers he would see and smell

But none would be pretty as his dream’s feather

So He put up a veneer that the worlds demand

He  flits , feels and plays but all too bland

For the intensity of his love is stormy & fatal

Perpetuity if not eternity is his wish & command

A Date with the Devil

The devil again seduced her to a date,

asked to set free with him,what she'd abate

set ablaze by the madness in his eyes

she accepted ,but,that was no new surprise

this wasn't the first,but one of the many

again he would deliver her spirit,like no any

drinking from his thoughts,she sipped mystic wine

as he talked of "forbidden, impossible & divine"

He said The fences of her imagination

are the bounds to her powerful creation

mediocrity's vicious pattern and routine,

had enough killed stimulation umpteen

he walked her through her dreams and beyond

and said "your belief is your spell and your wand"

wings of vision are everyday spliced dry,

because fear of unknown wont let them fly

what prevents a rebellion in her was just

for safety, shelter & comfort,her lust

"if only you could put sometimes your angels to sleep 

would I come more often,to nudge you deep

on face,emotions you might fear and hate

but in secret,you do romance the inappropriate

and we'll talk of gods, religions and blood too well

Goodbye for now, but wait for my letters from hell"

and as I opened my lashes to enter the land above

Reincarnated as,with my demons,i was in love

Valkyrie

As the Viking ship buoyed up across calm seas

An albatross ,huge and white, hovered along the dock

On the vigil , a Shieldmaiden, young and fierce

Searched for hidden dangers,  round the clock

Through years she had been the strongest on board

With strength unmatched and secrets untold

then once she sipped in a whiskey but not too much

for she had a ship to guard and a reputation to hold

Alas, hung-over, she slept and dreamt of land

and by dawn the ship was lost into uncharted waters

Ringing loud alarms she sounded war cries

To steer her ship back ,into safe borders

Fearing destruction by cyclone or a pirate ship

which reminded her of fateful past & gory imagery

but a bigger question that still remained afloat

was: “will her soul, again, be saved by Valkyrie?”

discovery ,not invention

Let me look at the sky and let me watch it glow

Let me dwell on a feeling and let me feel it grow

Once what was a chaos , is becoming  slow

In my ignorance, let me seek till I know

Of myself and of others the myths that I hold

Through subtle hints would god let it unfold

All I have to do is to wait until I’m told

In simple surrender will I gradually become bold

In the flowers, it is, shall I find my peace

in their melody ,whenever they’re touched by a breeze

in their quiet do they hide the secret of my release

"life is a beautiful flow not meant to freeze"

a hundred spiritual quotes i may read at will

wont ever solve a puzzle that’s clear and still

the cure lies inside, not in a person or a pill

a discovery of self, not invention,meant to fulfill

Kingdom of my mind

One day I’ll let my heart choose free

And give in when the devils conquer me

Escape from the sanity that shackles me

For, in this freedom lies my remedy

That day would bring a light of its own

In the kingdom of my mind I would sit alone

When no more virtues I would have to hone

Wouldn’t care if the gods will have me disowned

I see the world and I laugh out hard

Chasing mundane things in life’s broken shard

While forcing me to play their every card

And burning me when I had felled my guard

Calmed by a storm and poised by a blaster

I resign into silence before rendering a disaster

How I wish that a realization should have come faster

Emotion’s a good servant, but a bad master