Hydrocodone APAP 7.5

Dear soft sweet marmalade
dripping down my airy head
your sheets are folded, ever made
to lay you in your bed

Soft eyes conspire
to pear like fire
through acid rain
and dull barbwire

You gleeful mourning morbid way
walk er'ly forward t'wards the day
and hem the guarment of the clay
that binds our dullest pain

Hear me, dear subtle sort
I will not play this ageless sport
to be the walker of the wims
that bends the flowers and their stems

If you reep the seeds you sow
  and sowing reeps the weat
the weat grows old and crumbles low
'came dust beneith your feet

Unconformist's Prayer

Distaste these gloried robes of mine
and fear simplistic will divine
would break this widowed soul with time
And leave with none, no truth nor rhyme

I cry to heaven's pearly gates
A curse for all the damned mens' fates
An illcontented bittered face
to simple rules that highly place

Poor lambs of sloughter, sheep of flock
Who walk in line, unconscious mock
And hide in groves of medows sweet
With hopes for peace they never meet

Disown these greaving childrens' plot
Who shun the thought of what is not
and seek between these lines of right
yet wrong with truth by thoughtful sight

Tell me up high, your thoughtful child
Has thoughts unbound, though meek and mild
And asks you why your sheep are here
instead of thoughtful ones who tear

And greave that will who so content
will always takes our thoughts' repent
And nevermore to nameless rest
but think and be and always test

Would we be blessed who think beyond
and be with The, the one's more fond

Wisps of Trust

Deep gaze of fire, hell’s intent
to make me twisted, torn and bent
this plague is heaven’s gaze undone
and lingered here, far from the sun
Oh Eden, home, from where I’m shun
I take all this. My travel’s run
as I may lay to life’s descent
with none but thoughts of hope’s repent

Heal those wounds who dreaded lay
and never there be those to say
those wicked thoughts and wicked deeds
were all that humans have for needs
growing, yet have left their seeds
and strangle life like weaving weeds
and leek from life each simple day
just left with yew of fear to stay

Take more the grain of life’s wheat grown
with all that love has left and shown
and graze in pastures dewed with trust
to make each moment’s next to lust
consume each thought and all it’s crust
To where these feeling’s blow in gust
to where we lay yet all alone
where wisps of trust are all that’s blown

Among Your Body

Puples speckled with vibrant life
Near saphires blown in native light
where thoughts grew old and lived through strife
in memories places imortal sight

As light peaks over freckles' ledge
a sense like passion's storm
an eccoed kiss takes silent pledge
to love drunk moistened form

In humble awe of silent smiles
cheeks spread for lips' emrace
with teeth of iv'ry stretched for miles
sight formed by God's own grace.

The chin and then a neck to soft
that never could one sit aloft
but be with the: intented mess!
and whipe away the excess

Truly sides of such a sight
would hide away far from the light
under groves of falling hair
to kiss it once, a sight so fair

Deep under hair as water falls
the shade that shakes as lust enthralls
a sight with which a goose may blush
back neck so soft may passions flush

No ocean, but a calming spring
upon a crown fit for this king
and flows like rain upon my face
from head to head, but vast as space

Naive thoughts of floating clouds
give no respect to hair so mild
the frangrance fills these earthly shrouds
and makes me like a child

and once or twice your sholders' peak
is where I might carress
which kisses once or twice I'll sneak
as yourning moans express

far down these curves: a back so smooth
fine hairs of downy set
a sea of pleasures set to sooth
no other sailors met

A gentle shock of pleasure sent
a wave of shudders nigh
around the sides and over bent
to hold and solftly sigh

A belly curved and warm like days
of summer times as I might gaze
into your eyes as saphires gleam
imortilized when I should dream

Your sacred breast are safely hid
amongst respect my thoughts forbid
but when they show their shaply curves
I see more than my eye deserves

Two softly shapes that draw my gaze
and throw my mind in such a maze
that no respectful word can show
extent of lust that they bestow

All to your hands: the comfort lay
and send my pains and fears away
to touch my face and hold it close
your touch: the drug: I overdose!

Each nail upon your shapely hands
will give me all that art demands
depict beloved image shows
what this world hides and never knows

down the slopes of waist and hips
to the wild legs roam
the hand of courage softly slips
to mingle in their home

They take the hands that frolic there
to where they feast and eat
and down again without dispair
to two small curling feet

And though all this adventure drives
the yourn to see as it arrives
amazement falls at every glance
As you stand still my heart will dance

Amongst your body: adore each inch
My sweet ambrosia. you forever quinch. 

Nathaniel Holodome

Nathaniel Holodome
Oh my friend I miss you so 
too long with out a home 
I ask you now to let me go. 

Do not haunt me 
do not scare 
do not taunt me 
please be fair 

Depressed the widowed wife you love 
But granted live without your shove 

I'll be frank 
I won't be long 
my heart sank 
to hear your song 

The song was loud 
it burned my ears 
inside this shroud 
with all my fears 

Upon your grave I softly lay 
the flowers of your world's decay 

don't take control 
when left again 
don't tell a soul 
about my sin 

T'was merely rage 
you know me not 
but in this age 
it was the shot 

Ring the words are spewing forth 
I'll flee this world and travel north 

My shot which kills 
all mortal men 
as glory spills 
again...again... 

The world knows not 
of my dark crime 
I'll grant the shot 
just one...more...time... 

And as you lie within your grave 
Know that you are e're my slave!