Judas Kiss
There is a sound
from somewhere deep within
as you remember
walking along the waters edge
cool breezes
caressing long paper thin strands
as you gazed into a golden sphere
warm within a cacoon of memories
that were only made to serve a dying love
You felt as if you were flying
yet you were falling into one final scream
wishing you could have
just one more beautiful dream
before dying
Lightning flashes upon the road ahead
illuminating a dark figure
with eyes of blackness and fleshless lips
laughing beneath gray stars
that once posessed the candescence of silver
Razor wounds flow freely
from the briny kisses
of a stranger's parasitic desire
as you drown in a river of chimerical release
The days and nights flow together
a lithium hazed vibration
of some hellish vagabond
from the other side of a shadowy galaxy
Fantasy figurines are held dearly
in your land of dreams
as you cut yourself open
so that someone else can suck you dry
gloating into another pair
of lifeless eyes
misery loves to keep its company
and several are always better than one
A silver chain dangles
from broken motionless fingers
glassy eyes stare unblinking
at the black clouds
that have obliterated
cerrulean praries of delight
casting shadows upon a burned out sun
and between the cracks
You had to have that fatal kiss
from a succulent lover
who left the door open
but never returned
Now the walls
have become shifting iron bars
that contain within them
some glimmer of hope
yet the open doorway
remains empty
1998
Walls Of Stone
Wise is the man whose ear
is in perfect tune
with the whispering breeze
though perhaps intelligent
in many ways
the man who lets those words
slip away unacknowledged
is still none the less
considered a fool
Time is fleeting
existence but a millisecond
within the free flowing space of eternity
that which is now vibrant
quickly grows old
and once more returns to dust
Walking slowly down many winding roads
the seeker searches for that mystical path
it has always been there
yet cannot be seen with eyes
which are veiled
by a shroud of ambiguity
Cloaked by a shield of armor
to hide supercilious fears
how many tears were shed in times past
yet the memories return to annihilate
those phantoms within
feeding upon old wounds
that lie open and festering
still to this day
An impregnable fortress
seems to protect
the bruised and tattered center of being
fortitude goes unrecognized
concealed by preconceived notions
of projected hostility
The outer circle
can never hope to truly glimpse
the full potential lying dormant
within those heavily guarded walls
surrounding a paragon of silence
resting upon his cold throne
of martyrdom
the lost soul weeps
1998
Poison
The young man
draws his warm fuzzy
security blanket near
as he lifts a phallic symbol
of chimerical solace
to the desert which his lips have become
He is a helpless man
consumed by the bitter anesthesia
sipped in continuous lethal doses
that temporarily hides old battle scars
which still ignite fires
of fresh pain
he is slipping farther away
Shadows of uncertainty
haunt eyes that fear gazing
into a reflection of emptiness
so he indulges the cancerous tumors
that slowly feed upon his mind
languoring in the rage
of his desolate stony exile
as the years pass quickly
like tiny grains of sand
falling through a clouded hourglass
those grains have become quicksand
He laughs hysterically
in a useless attempt
to conceal bitter tears
that fall upon
the weathered creased cheeks
of a man much older than his years
leaning upon his well worn crutch
his wrinkled spotted hand
reaches unsteadily
for that false euphoria once more
Sighing deeply as he stares intently
into a reflection that does not lie
fresh tears form in eyes
that are now clear of uncertainty
for he sees through the hazy facade
of numbing tranquility for a moment
and realizes that the old man
in the mirror is him
his life has slipped away
1998
Symbiosis
The silent dance
orchestrated by universal forces
builds bridges within
creating new levels of experience
bringing one closer to oneself
and closer to the light
There are no mistakes
every action taken
produces another aspect
of understanding
initiation
into the deeper mysteries of life
this is the ultimate gift
By the force
of our will and intent
we create our realities
to love
yet be able to release
creates freedom
manipulation and control
breeds mastery and slavery
taking a journey inward
to restore balance
and learning to have faith
that all will be provided
manifests the will of the universe
Have no regrets of the past
and no expectations of the future
past experiences
have only been lessons
that have brought you
to this exact point
appreciate everything you have learned
and everything you have become
Constantly dwelling upon the future
creates imbalance
causing anxiety and pain
enjoy here and now
honor the path
your higher self
has chosen for you
at this moment
and most importantly love yourself
If you do not love yourself
you cannot truly love another
or allow yourself to be truly loved
love yourself
this is the way to inner peace
this is the reward
of patience and faith
2001
Past Lives
Fleeting feelings
and distant memories
indelibly imprinted forever
upon history
frozen in time like
an old photograph
silhouttes of those
who came before us
dancing across the silver screen
of infinity
Agape and Eros
Agape
1.
In a state of half conciousness
I feel the weight of his arm
thrown carelessly over me
his hand softly caressing mine
he has touched all of me
without actually touching
at what time did I begin to realize
does he realize
Hungrily I gaze upon
the sleeping form of my muse
as I turn slowly toward him
never desiring the impact
the purity of this moment
to dissapear into some obscure place
retained only for slowly fading memories
2.
In my eyes he is perfection
slightly unshaven chin
lips curled into a restful half smile
a tousled lock falling gently
upon his cheek
The soft raspiness of his breath rises
surrounding me like a peaceful symphony
as I rest tranquily
within the warm circle of his arms
sloth to move for fear
of destroying this enchanted moment
His smile is a golden light
that shines into my eyes
brighter than any sun
yet there are storm clouds
gathering on the horizon
Fear rises within me
like some black malevolent beast
for I have seen a battle
raging just below the surface
of those beautiful fathomless eyes
Eros
1.
I close my eyes
resting gently within his sanctuary
behind the thin veil of my closed eyes
I still see him
reveling in his features
as if studying a compelling photograph
Feeling the heat
of his intense gaze upon my face
I slowly open my eyes
and for just a moment
I see the reflection of his desire
then the mirror once again
becomes cloudy
hiding that delicately sensual gaze
2
Something wild primal and dark
paces there like a hungry caged lion
as my hedonistic spirit
floats upon a fragrant sultry breeze
I once again close my eyes
to see our bodies entwined
silvery phantoms in the pale moonlight
frolicking playfully beneath
crashing waves and upon the cooling sands
The mists of desire cling to me
as my eyes open once more
to drink him slowly
as I would a fine wine
a warm flush extends
from innermost recesses
tiny currents of throbbing ecstacy
dance through my body
to the drumbeat of an erratic waltz
as I silently wait
still yearning
2005
Poetry by: E. S. Avery-Norum
