Tango with the devil

Shall I dance with the devil, he has me on strings like japetto, so I let go, a twirl, a dance, a strange trance, we swing hand by hand, endless romance, devilish grin while I fall deeper within, charming smile, liquid cocaine for lips, hemp for scent, meth for eyes, just look as he glides, and me, as he slides, his hands against mine, hell fire and brimstone never felt so inviting, so enlightening, It rains, I don't even see the lightning, we walk the long road and forgotten, traveled by the forbidden, so help me, I am the forsaken, so shall I dance, entering this trance, the moon turns red, the sun has bled, the night is the day while the day cries, my soul rides the eternal dance, I am slowly drifting from purgatory, I see regrets, I see demise, I see sickness, am I part of this category, springs of blood waterfalls, so gory, the path is short and easy, I looked into his eyes, I fell for his charm, he snatched my soul from within, I guess I fell for sin


Inspired by: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/willow/dance_with_the_devil_italian_octave_modern#comment-63414

Imaginary lovaa

Tell me your secrets, don't depart, open your soul and show me a piece of your heart, show the breeze, kisses are what I need, show me how to feel, whisper in my ear while I dream, and when I wake, show me those brown eyes, let down your pride, flash me your smile, stay for a while, why are you leaving, I sense grieving, don't walk out, don't leave now, oh sweet memories don't leave me, not ever, you and me, If i have to, I'll trap you, so you and me, can be, can go, somewhere, no one knows, if only I, I, I can let you lose from my imagination, then we can always be in our paradise vacation, but I will never roll the dice, never take that chance, 1 second of this day dream, 1 minute of this imaginary dance, the trance stops, life begins, it is only you, my one and only dream.

Inspired by: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/filipinaballerina/mahal_kita#comment-63410

Words vs Ink?

so I try to retract, say what? I didn't say that, get back words, get back thoughts, stammer, pounding my head like a hammer, ooops, golly gosh, is that me, do I sound so posh, not spice but that is my only silly vice, think twice, but with the ink I think once, I talk in baby steps but write in bounces, so how many times have I stumbled and fumbled, only to feel sorry for myself, so I kiss the unsavory heel, so raise your tongues if you know how this feels, blow me a kiss, send me a wish, pray for my words match my verbs and I don't sound like a turd, cos I am a frog when I talk so I wince and sigh, but a prince when I write with fierce pride, am I just a puppet with a pen? and the real voice are my thoughts guiding me, so when I stutter please hide me, bury me deep within my pages, let me sit with my sages, If only I can show them my pages, maybe they won't think so lowly, but I know I am holy, I wish they can see the whole of me.

Inspired by:http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/kathywrites/when_i_write_0#comment-63409