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I cry out to Lord Byron nightly,
And he comes to me in the realm between fantasy and reality.
He speaks of darkness and sings of my ethereal pain.
You, unlike those that came before or after,
Are the only one who can understand.
Fear of the gripping reality that lies ahead,
The wretching sound of impending fall out...
Cannot compare to you coming to me at dusk.
You rape me seductively with your words,
Using me as your vessel of communication.
With each stroke of your feathered quill,
My inhibitions fall away...drunk from the scent of ink-soaked parchment.
An addictive ritual has become my most fatal attraction.
A spiritual gift, perfectly erred...
Wrapped tightly in your embrace.
And on the eve of our last encounter,
Left me writhing in the midnight hour.
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She walks the streets of the French Quarter each night at three am.
They named her Melinda, in this, Her Immortal Life.
Melinda knows that you, like so many others before,
will happily fall victim under her crimson eyes.
As the witching hour nears, she is frenzied with the thought of
bloodletting.
Melinda, my vampire twin, waits by the gate of a New Orleans cemetery.
The busy streets starting to empty, the last notes of a Tom Waits song
fades to black.
An unsuspecting young man decides to take a shortcut to his hotel...
Melinda, crouched, head tilted to the night sky, fangs bared.....
turns him with the swift motion of thunder impending wind.
Another now walks among us.
Melinda did not choose immortality, but has embraced it.
And so, my bloodletting twin still roams the streets of the French Quarter.....
beautiful and thirsty.
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Thirty white little pills,
Wrapped in a big orange bottle.
Thirty white little pills...
There won't be as many tomorrow.
Twenty white little pills,
Wrapped in a big orange bottle.
Twenty white little pills...
There won't be twenty tomorrow.
Ten white little pills,
Wrapped in an almost empty bottle.
Ten white little pills...
What will she do tomorrow?
One white little pill.
All alone in that big orange bottle.
One white little pill...
How will she wake up tomorrow?
No more little pills.
Just a big empty bottle.
No more little pills.
She needs some money to borrow.
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Twice upon a town named Eerie,
The children stalk the Woods o' Dreary
Pale and white as zombies they roam,
With teeth like pearls, from their mouths they foam.
Watching and waiting they find their prey,
On the outskirts of Eerie...fresh blood on their way.
How darling they look, at first glance they seem
No different than most, 'cept for a twinkle and gleam.
Down the cobblestone path they skip and they sing....
"We're the children of Eerie! Tis death we shall bring!"
Closer and closer, the travelers they come,
Unaware of their fate or what they'll become.
Now the children of Eerie that stalk Woods o' Dreary
Have the cavalier theory that their victims are weary!
As the lamposts grow dim
The outcome is slim
That the travelers will pass
By this haunted wet grass.
So they creep and they crawl
Then let out their squall!
No more travelers you'll see
Near the Woods o' Dreary.
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Seduction personified with one turn of
her ivory skin,
Eyes of wanted coal watch you with
calculated temptation.
Attempting to look away, I hold your
gaze.
Without words, your mine...as others
were before...helpless...the woman
that will haunt you.
When you lie next to your love, it is her
that you imagine.
You relent, but no matter...she was
never yours for the taking.
Gypsy angel with earthbound powers.
She's in your dreams, at every turn,
with every glance.
She haunts you...chains you down with
baded breath and raised brow.
She tempts you...never allowing you to
give in.
Gypsy angel, fallen from above,
Her tethered wings reach around you.
She haunts you, comes to you,
beckons...never nearing close
enough to touch.
Gypsy angel, she riddles your mind,
consumes your thoughts.
She haunts you, plagues you, leaves
you guilt-ridden without cause.
In time she will not be forgotten...
but knows you are now forsaken.
Your Gypsy angel,
She haunts you,
There will never be another,
Your Gypsy angel....
Now seeking My next victim,
Smiles as she vanishes at dusk.....
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The sun had risen atop a flawless sky,
The morning we heard Our Lady cry.
She stood as always proud and tall,
As she watched her beloved towers fall.
Our eagle hovered as time stood still,
The morning God tested our will.
Frightened friends fled through the mire,
As they stared above at our twins on fire.
Families watched from miles away,
Praying their loved ones would be okay.
As the last wall dropped and smoke filled the air,
We all watched in horror as they tried to.repair....
our city on high, our country now low...
the recovery will be painful and slow.
Almost a year past...so many were lost
The war will be won, whatever the cost.
As Our Lady still stands, our eagle still soars,
And our beautiful city reopens her doors.
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Through age and youth, you are mine.
Through beauty and deterioration, I love you.
In reality and my sweetest dream, you are there.
At the poorest time and in the greatest of wealth.....
You stand by my side,
As you are my strength.
In the weakest of health, through the birth of our unborn, you
will feel my pain...my joy...my ecstasy.
That I know this, is enough.
That you know this now, but are afraid, is what makes you a man.
Because you have always loved me...just as I am,
Is what makes us forever.
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Under blackened sky and quiet space, you approached...
my logic slipping away.
As boundaries crashed, lines were crossed, my hands inches away from
the curves of your body.
I felt your lips quiver, as your voice became softer....lowering to a lull.
and at that moment, I ached for you.
As time ticked away, you comforted me with sweet breath and electric carress.
Too soon the stars fell sleepy and my reasoning returned,
our yearning for each other tucked away in Pandora's Box.
I waited to realize how wrong it was to want you...
The longer I waited, the more you consumed me.
My dreams are of green eyes under forbidden circumstance...
trembling hands with disregard for authority.
You've become a chapter in my life, ended even before it began.
And as I close my eyes.....I smile to myself......forbidden.
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Some poets write Odes of Love,
While others sing of the white winged dove.
Roads not taken......sonnets of night;
We put pen to paper to shed some light,
On subjects such as loss and greed....
The words that flow fulfill our need.
For thoughts that run most all the time...
A poet's hand creates the rhyme.
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