Night's Allure

I look upon the shroud of darkness
I feel more at peace right here
Power comes from anonymity
in sunlight, there's only fear.

Buck up!

Sometimes the worst of it is in your mind
so seek friends carefully
and try to unwind.

The tension that you have is a choice of your own
and though you feel it strongly
You reap what you've sown.

So adventure atop your chariot or stew on your throne
It's up to you to be a hero
or to die alone.

The Seraphym to the Angel of Death

Tell me what you see
when you look upon humanity-
the faces, the races, the nakedness or decency?

There was a time in the eons
when I recognized their beauty
yet forever's a long time to stand by this duty.

To watch the jealous horde
who have every freedom, his love!
yet scorn their ephemeral nature compared to those above.

I have seen them squander freedom
and it makes the women hags
the men who beat their chests and expel their hot windbags.

I tell you little Samael
do not regret your job
when they cry that their time is up
have no mercy like their snobs.

We are here to perform flawlessly
not to question why
and never to regret
that they all have to die.

Being Honest

Life wanes with eager poetry
Of sentient silence and debauchery
The troubled and their grandeur- guests
To life that we realists foresee.

The angels weep for innocence
While lamentations beget lasciviousness
and devils simply tell the truth
Sultry, sweating joy of youth.

And I between the waking world and sleep
Honesty is all that I entreat
To those I call my inner circle
Woe is dull lest you've beaten its hurdle.

The Lord of the Fairies

I walk amongst the flowers
I swing amongst the trees
The evergreens await me
When there are no more bees.

In frosted flower cupcake land
I live amongst the shrooms
Till blossoms bloom again and
Leaves make hammock spoons.

For I am a wild summer child
That you will never see
Lest you swing amongst the rose buds
And dance with sylphs and fairies.

For I am king of the mushroom ring!
Lord of Sylphs and Fairies.

The Creationist

I see the valleys over the living
I see the hills over the valleys
beyond the hills I see the mountains
I see them fall short of galloping clouds.

I see outer space each night above clouds
and stars in our galaxy, our universe but now-
I feel the presence of god in it all
because beyond the universe,
There's something, that started the flow.

My son

A tiny hand caressed my cheek-
His razor blade nails cutting into my stubble.
His squalor alarmed the morning with shrieks like bending steel girders-
The screaming of glass being crunched and pulverized with great blades.

With a sigh and my dreams being rippled like a Buick into a stagnant pond-
I pet his head,
"Good morning, son..."