The Fate of the Tramp


Blue as fire
Thanks garnered no pleasure
The Dance left all spent
Unable to sustain the steady
girth and mirth
Inching closer to the flame
indulgence eroded the soul
Until reputation proceeded any
real voice
Solace met loneliness, finally
as and while memories
continued into the expiration date
once the eyes fully closed
And respects were paid

Mona Lisa’s Got Nothing On Her


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Skin reflecting sin
Where do I begin?
Even her hair’s so fair
With glasses on
She becomes a song
The epitome of wildfire flair

She makes a background smile
Never ever moving all the while
Making a flash soft as fur
As Winter becomes Spring
The past becomes a thing
Because Mona Lisa’s got nothing on her

Mesmerizing forever
A creation all too clever
Statuesque causing commotion
From where did this soul come
When she’s been right there, under our thumb?
Giving rise to self-promotion

The heavens make it clear
Her beauty brings a tear
Whereas envy can’t concur
The past found its muse
Repeating it just to confuse
Because Mona Lisa’s got nothing on her

The Purified Holder


Your label need only say
One word
One that I know is my sustenance
Like thirsting for a piece
that would welcome or not my
animal nature
Like a top is to a bottom
The mission will be accomplished
The way I squeeze your supple skin
provokes a melody not even Beethoven
could arouse
I see your end
And I quiver
I need much more
Much more
Until I’m done
Until I’m done with you
Only one position is possible to empty you
The only way I can accept all of You
The only way to feel accomplished
Though, a vacuum down your middle
could work as well
Apart there is intention
Reconnected 
the time has come and gone
For now
Sometimes, it only takes once
And like a gentle bully
a place is located for you to rest
One that houses or has bedded others like You
Then, I will remove You
Either as trash or to receive my security deposit
in return
We are insatiable

Love Interpretation


If I am what

You think I am,

Then, let me be

And, if I am not what

You know I am,

Help me pretend

Just for the sake of it

This type of exercise

Will keep us fit

Let us dress up           

We will show up

Casting all doubt aside

Of those who know

Becoming mere marvels

to those who want to join

When you say, “Ah”

Don’t forget to open your mind

Before they do

I am the melody

Looking for the music

Our lyrical love dialogue

Will be what counts

Can’t have one without the other

When two are supposed to form one