Our Weakness

Jealousy is an accelerant, the fuel to emotions,
the venom of lies, a cruel ammunition,
It plagues the mind and numbs your shame,
So vague it seems, till anger flames,
It justifies iniquity because it hurts the vicious too,
It soothes the heart from sorrow's grip, making the most malicious true,
It fills the void of what is lacked, replaces what is deemed as gone,
A sin that sways the way we act, erases sense when swords are drawn,
Although the tongue delivers words, albeit the mind controls a man,
It's jealousy that binds the soul in servitude he's better than.
 

Sex Portrait

We'd spend our days painting fantasies, and live our nights imitating art,
Each kiss is sketched with lustful strokes, enticing feels adorn the canvas,
Our fingers locked, our bodies glide, our moans are sung in perfect sync,
We'd think of more as passion peaks, so hooked on fixed salacity,
With every sigh, with every scream, seduction draws another dream,
Arousing yet another piece...that oil and paint cannot depict.

My Apology

There's nothing that I could have done differently,
To remedy his misery,
His solitude had screamed in vain,
His pain prevailed with nothing gained,
I gave him love, though heartache loomed,
And he was so consumed in doom,
The more I pressed, he pulled away,
He was possessed by disarray,
He found his peace in death's abyss,
Could not resist the Reaper's kiss,
I'm not to blame for someone's fate,
Love could not win against self-hate.

Te Deseo A Ti

Inside I am afflicted with indecision,
such hesitation I feel with every lustful temptation,
When you entice me with nothing more than a soft embrace,
you interlace my sanity with a lecherous grace,
And I face the pain of feeling such a longing thirst,
a binding curse that stimulates my conscience's worst,
I'm feeling wrong because my "wants" seem so perverse,
and yet my needs have gotten myself so immersed,
I'm needing you, I'm wanting what I shouldn't have,
I feel subdued by self-control I couldn't have,
I've been entrapped by clandestine allure of lust,
it's so unjust to desire what I should distrust....

So I Creep

So selfishly I fear solitary nights;
seeking more when passion has subsided me,
My heart "black", and yet so innocently dazed,
I sense love, but lust is such a stronger urge,
On the verge of hurt when I discovered "thirst",
Is it curse? Desire is a remedy, though....

Written in September 2008.

Amnesty

I wish the past was less hurtful than the singe of present adversities,
And you and I were more in love with what we have, than what we've lost,
Can we dismiss the hurt we've caused? The time has changed, and so should we,
The world evolves around our strife, and days will pass without concern,
What's done is done, what's lost is gone, but we have gained some lessons learned,
Our love is bound, constrained by time, so set it free to choose its fate.

Friends

Serenity

by Dena Martin

 

As I look
Beyond the ripples of my reflections
To examine my inner self;
The ripples begin to fade . . .
As the reflection lays beside me
Grasping my hand,
The inner warmth shields me
And the vision of my reflection appears
I see you. My Friend.