Incarnate

We've all heard the tales
of the wickedest souls
to ever revile this earth
but their evil pales
compared to the goals
of one who was destined from birth

to murder and maim
with true disregard
for anyone crossing his path
his devious aim
to leave people scarred
and bleeding from murderous wrath

he'll creepily stalk
the alleys at night
with menacing need to be mean
to victims that walk
unmindful of fright
and never again are seen

so if you are out
and strolling around
enjoying a life that's sedate
don't turn about
if you hear a sound
because by then it' s much too late.

Bulrush Boogie

The cattails swing
the cattails sway
who knew cats could dance that way

what smiles they bring
as they rescind
restraint and get down with the wind.

Hellion

Irene's sister Sandy
decided to stop by
and boy is she a dandy
you can see it in her eye
where indicants of darkness swarm
foreshadowing a wicked storm.

Poseurs

A greedy aspen tries to hoard
the last few amber gems
but rigid limbs aren't suited for the task
and with no flashy trinkets left to mask
its flaws, discomfort stems
all showiness, till properly restored

by gold that glistens from the sky
for any staking claims
in hopes that it will multiply their yield
so skeletons can once more be concealed
by ostentatious aims
that haunt the insecure until they die.

Counsel

We weather continuous blows
becoming more calloused each day
until our indifference shows
like scars that a pro would display
so all we can see are the foes
but not the welcoming way
the child within us knows--

and as the deadening grows
we forfeit our faithful resolve
and wallow in worsening woes
refusing to ever involve
ourselves, or remotely suppose
that love makes a person evolve,
but the child within us knows--

so don't let the dungeon doors close
and loosen that untainted heart
forsake your implacable pose
forgiveness is truly an art,
a stanza of the sweetest prose
that ever could impart
what the child within us knows.

Deficit

The banks that bilk
are swathed in silk
while common ilk
get spoiled milk
and all the barren land about
gives credit to the crippling drought

the deed of debt
confers regret
on those that bet
they dodged the net
for no one can escape the need
when everything is gouged by greed.

Crushed

Watching part of you die a slow death
is never that easy to do
you’ll keep insisting there’s plenty of breath
though respiration’s through

you’ll cringe as the organs disintegrate
progressively failing each day
regardless how often you venerate
the god on which you prey

it’s torture when finally facing the facts
and knowing your efforts are moot
a victim of those whose unscrupulous acts
are harder than any heeled boot.

Priming

Like flames cascading down each limb
a golden orange autumn whim
consumes the elm in torrid hues
the palette of a dying muse
that brushes winter off with scorn
for soon the leaves will be reborn.

Do

Lather is easy to coax
when passionate principle soaks
each atom of every last lock
the hand of sincerity strokes

despite detractors that mock
the strength you derive from your rock
which you're confident isn't a hoax
as long as your tresses stay stock.

Low Office

Is arrogance prerequisite
or fake what you need be
to prove that you are full of shit
and earn the White House key?

Congregation

They're back with a vengeance this year
those ebon carousers that ceaselessly caw
in fact that's all you can hear
but why did they reappear
I wonder what's the irresistible draw

and then the anchor clarifies:
a local lily ascends another rung
which must have prompted the reprise
of those that populate the skies
a canon to the saintly loudly sung.

Attraction

The pitiless sun has a rival star
whose influence matches its own it seems
for when I view it, even from afar
the blinding exquisiteness fairly gleams
so let the fusion of your smile and grace
bedazzle all that dare to bravely stare
and feel your winsome warmth upon their face
with gladness for the glamour of your glare.
Perchance your radiance will emanate
unhindered for a reasonable span
before the time for basking is defunct,
we lesser bodies tend to gravitate
around celestial beauty when we can
with hopes that we can somehow be conjunct.

Interior

The cold October rain
reminds me of your pain
and all that you endured while slowly dying
and if I claim to feel
resolved of that ordeal
one look into my eyes reveals I’m lying

refurbishing my cell
I contemplate your hell
as vibrant paint replaces dingy languor
and thankfully I see
your mended spirit free
that keepsake image safe upon its hanger.

God's Gift to Women

You're sure you have the ladies wowed
with all your lame old lies
so unaware how they're endowed
with hearts that compromise.

Marauder

Always on the prowl
for any beast or fowl
beware that chilling howl

that pierces your defense
alerting every sense
misgiving grows immense

it's lurking low and lean
(atrocious hunger keen)
impatient for a spleen

with jaws that splinter bone
and fangs innately prone
to butcher not atone--

so if you hear a growl
or see a lupine scowl
beware that chilling howl.