Sweet Capture

Lips slightly parted as soft moonlight dances,

Her eyes gently close as life waits and looks on,

This breathless beauty her spine gently arches

A kiss softly silences, innocence gone.

A wolf bays with pleasure, untamed is his passion

Hot breath panting wildly, a nightingale sings,

Far off in the distance, her sanity wavers,

As groans drown the sadness, such pleasures can bring.

Ecstasy heightens the moment is coming,

When wolf and sweet angel unite, become one.

In violent surrender the angel stops breathing,

Aroused by her madness, death sings her last song.

R.M Roberts ©2010

Patience Lost

Wake me, when the coffee’s hot,

When darkness has devoured the light,

From  silent slumbers gently bring.

The day that changes everything.

 

Leave repetition at the door,

Walk with me through insanity,

Wherein I’ll play my childish games,

Forget about humanity.

 

Wake me when the world is done,

With hatred and depravity,

When unheard whispers deafen all,

Slaying all hypocrisy.

 

 

R.M Roberts ©2010

Wednesday’s Child

From dusk ’till dawn, in shadows lurk,

Temptations desperate to be born,

In streets of  sin, dark twisted times,

The wretched prowl, live worthless lives.

 

They buy and sell, no price too low,

Degraded with permissions set.

No want too high, no need too small,

Their souls to buy, to use, destroy.

 

On knees he falls, his head bows low,

 His thoughts are sent to who knows where.

A gasp, a groan, his pleasure gone,

A  faceless child, society’s son.

 

 

R.M Roberts ©2010

Matriarch

I crossed the street today,

I saw you come my way,

I had nothing to say,

Not today.

 

You saw me standing there,

Holding her hand,

She had no idea,

Of the games you played,

That you play.

  

Why do you haunt me when I

Let you go, such a long, long time ago,

  

Why do you taunt me with the

Memories of a love I’ll never know.

 

Time is not on your side,

Why do you try to hide ,

From the hurt inside.

Your foolish pride.

 

(Instrumental)

  

How does it feel to know, that

 You let me go such a long, long, time ago,

How does it feel to see the change in her,

The way things could have been.

  

But you don’t see..

You never see…

 

I crossed the street today,

I saw you come my way,

I had nothing to say..

No not today….

 

 

R.M Roberts ©2009