Wednesday, August 19, 2009

All I ask of you

I ask only for a lover true:
Her dreams laid naked
with the passion of her youth.

I beg the world for a childless mother
or one who knows such unconditional love for another.

The Human Vampyre

In these, the quiet morning hours
everyone's said goodbye
not knowing that the demons lurk
right behind my eye.

Something catastrophic begins
to eat away at my soul
there are things that carry much evil
they are the oldest of the old.

And these demand a sacrifice
if I am to be full again
A sacrifice of purity
true love amongst a friend.

Greedy is my heart because
it needs another to eat
if my kind were carnivores
a gracious heart would be our meat.

And yet I'm never mean to
the apple of my eye
just silently draining her love force
and watching our souls die.

For I am never full, I die-
together in this bed we'll lie.

Monday, August 17, 2009

coming home to you

I.

I searched this town for love.
There was none to be found.
The pursuit was all that kept me here:
making me want to stick around.

Now once again I find myself
lost and so alone
something in my heart and soul
whispers silently: "It's time to go home."

II.

Each day, miles away,
I watch the calender pages fall
and the breathing trees sway-

and month and month
has gone since may,
but soon enough I'll see you

and this upside down world
will, once again, be a.o.k.

III.

So I follow the rivers
the roads and the streams-
across the mason-dixon
carrying new dreams

and all of my hope arrives
when I am finally be back
I'm at your side door
why don't you give it a crack.

A Destructive Pleasure

Some men live for the people around them,
Others strive to attain their goals.
Some lavish in destiny,
yet others just because they've been told.

I am none of these my friend
Like an RPG, I plan my turns
I exist to be the fiery chaos:
I love it when the world burns.

The lonely night song of the werewolf

Tonight the moon is full; I howl.
The grays and azures scowl.
I want to wake to sunshine, yet
I wake to see the owl.

The night is long and I can't sleep
and though there's no one, I still hear feet.
I know the spirit's outside my door-
so I laugh and curse and challenge for more.

The depth of night is in my sight
and yet the moon must shine so bright
so I begin feasting on the devil's moonlight
I've won this battle but I've lost the fight.

I beg tomorrow's sun to come
yet fear reproach from my loved ones
for I won't see tomorrow's light
I'll sleep the day and wake to night.

The tragedy is one and all
won't know I need the hungry side of the silver awl
and so in silence the full moon stings
and I now the wolf, begin to howl and sing.

Old evil one, up so high in the sky
retire soon or someone will surely die
and by my hand, I know it's true
There's a reason we werewolves always cry:
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Deals In Hell By Dylan Paul

Beyond the Wraiths
in the mouth of hell
the dragons look hungry
and there's souls to sell.

They have the gold
and I have the greed
I'd sell them my soul
for a good mug of mead.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

The Author's Dream

Atop the hills of Xanadu
My kingdom gave to you
the riches of a richer love
and all over a spectacular view.

I could reign down riches
like any mortal man
or I could give you love's delight
like only a lover can.

Not ever seen in reality
as reality is our prison
but only in our dreams
can we reach our true fruition.

A vision is my offering
and whatever I can to get it
my tongue tasted of the immortal spring
and now no mortal can wet it.

For now of my desire bears
the fruit of future dreams
life may not be the best for you
but dreams are always what they seem.

I feel your passions yearning
and I fear the wretched dark
without you there is fire
and the distant calling of a lark.

The lone, sad song of the whipperwill
and mourning doves crying alone,
if ever I should climb this hill
you might just have to throw me a bone.

The darkness now does come on fast
as liars in the dirt
but painted dolls beware me 'cause
I'm wearing love like a shirt.

I've yet to see the emerald isle
with you to face at the end
and forever and ever join me to be
my lover and my friend.

But dreams they do not carry
and I fear I'm bound to earth
for heaven is a step away
and hates my wretched birth.

So I would vye for its attention
and plead to give me you
but all I get are whispers
and the awful, wretched thruth.