Thursday, April 27, 2006

Dancing with the devil

I have dined with the pale one,
I've taken tea with him as well.
I've felt the warm trickle
as my arm leads me to my hell.
The twilight helps remove my fun,
it's all left to me by the night.
The path before me doth fold away;
will he nibble or will he bite?

Red skin flashes,
yellow fires ablaze.

I find myself in a single shard.

Dazed and lost I gaze at me,
wishing for the warm sun of day.
If only I'd never offered my hand
and danced with the devil.

Monday, April 17, 2006


Blue aura eminating from evil spirit cushion;
the truth disolves into the meaning of words.
Sitting alone in a wicker basket, soon to be lost,
never to have eyes look upon it once more.
Oh to be the gift that is lost in translation.