Dine on a moonlit rendezvous

The madness of the moonlight
Lie in silent ambush
In the depths of the night.
Felt insanity's forceful push.
Thy tangerine silken dress
Pressed on thy alibaster skin,
Luring my muzzled heart to confess
My mind's ever slipping reason.
How I longed to partake thy fruit;
To indulge in thy wine.
I a victim of my inner dispute.
Should I nibble or dine?
My covert inner Hyde
Fighting to remain inconspicuous
Whilst raging inside.
Its intentions ambiguous.
Thou wast a beauteous morsel
That drank from the moon.
Thou wast a luring damsel
whom I hoped to feast soon.
My beast innerly restless
Hungering to turn thy dress crimson.
My wolf promising to be relentless.
To dine thee with passion.
© Jerry Langdon 2017

Mad Existence

 

The night at its stillest

Lie at deep rest

In darkness at its dreariest.

Something in the halls stirred

More sensed than heard.

To my feet I took

Prowling a would be crook

Intending to steal a look.

The feeling impossible to fight

That something was all but right.

Naught crossed eye nor touched an ear.

"Oh dear," I laughed "What did I fear?"

Clearly, naught as I pierced the drear.

Though I was not alone

I felt it in every bone.

Something wicked dwelled the shadows.

Felt the noose dangle on the gallows,

Swaying in ghostly winds through the hallows.

Pulling ever so tight

In the dark of night.

Every step on nails driving deep,

Hunting down some invisible creep

That had compromised my keep.

Fear; my will bled

All sound but pounding heart dead.

Made my way to where my love still lie.

Candlelight but a subtle sigh

Whispering a death cry.

A shadow darker than sin

Tore my beloved from her skin.

That grin etched in my head.

As it left her there dead.

Remember how the darkness bled.

Still I hark the silence

That drove me to this mad existence.

© Jerry Langdon 2017

Comatose Nightmare

The shadows which fall
O'er land and vale,
Circle twere they derelict walls.
Echoes in the silence hail
Mountains rise,
Terrors rain,
Blackened skies.
Omen of pain.
Algorithmic rhymelessness;
Can't make head nor tails.
The clock ticks timeless,
Upon these distraught trails.
Raven encaged,
Wings spread,
Tongue enraged,
Speech dead.
Oh what slithering beast
That dareth to feast
'pon unspoken words in wait?
It lieth luring bait
'fore unleashing from lung.
Venom which lames the tongue.
Silenced in dismal dream.
Heart dancing death's flamenco.
Mind deafend by muted scream.
The darkness won't let go.
Locked away w'out key.
Prisoner in my mind's maze
Darkness and madness plaguing me.
I fade to this etheral haze.
Drown in Morpheus' ichor.
Swim in the deep end of nevermore.
Sink in my heart's wordless song.
Uncertain what is wrong.
Am I dead and dreaming, or dreaming I'm dead?
Naught can answer my distraught head.
© Jerry Langdon 2017

Hiraeth! My dear

The state of my heart
In ineffable when we are apart.
I perish on the inexpressible
Sehnsucht that makes me cripple.
The saudade pains that weight.
Served misery on life's plate.
  Hiraeth! My dear
 Is death near?
 Hiraeth! My dear
 I shall not fear.
Stones that pave my path
Jagged and bleed of aftermath.
Homeless without my heart's desire.
Lost to the Black Sun's fire.
From the face of earth; clipped.
Lost and from life; stripped.
 Hiraeth! My dear
 Is Death near?
Sehnsucht is loneliness undefinable.
Mourn; saudade pain undeniable.
Hiraeth is my ineffable feelings.
Wordless heart in search of healings.
That can only mend with you,
No other will ever do.
 Hiraeth! My dear
 I need you here.
© Jerry Langdon 2017

The Steps to Paradise

We find under our tiring feet
The end of this endless fleet
Of stoney steps to serenity.
But a blink in the eye of eternity
Yet a journey that has taken a year.
We now leave yesterday hitherhere.
Hoping of promised health
Dreaming of tomorrow's wealth.
Just a few more strides to stride
'Til we reach the otherside.
'Hind the yonder climax
We can breathe and relax.
Before climbing the stairway
To a sunlit day.
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Starve

I don't deserve
To hold your hand
I don't deserve...
To demand
........Just here to serve

I serve my heart
On a pretty plate
I serve to start
The fire of love; too late
........And I starve
Starve to be
With you forever
Starve for thee
Partaking; never
.......Please feed me
Feed me air
Kissed with your word
Feed me anywhere
That is part of your world
.......Don't let me hunger
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Necro Birth

'Tis such a dismal day
Naught could be more trist.
Sepulcher stone swallowed in gray.
Twilight lay 'pon midday's wrist.
Somber droplets escape my eyes.
Alps polter in the vaults.
Haunts taunting what therein lies.
Nightmares long bitter truths, naught exalts.

I bestride my personal Golgotha.
Bound to thy cross; thy landmark.
Immerged in noir gothica.
Sinking, drowning in the dark.
Seeking hold where life slips away.
Memories anchor to sordid stone.
Clawing deep into the cold cold gray.
Reminding me I'm alone, so alone.

No sorrows accompany me in abundance.
Plagues and pains fill my heart.
Strength vanishing under their encumbrance.
This shell naught more than a pushcart.
Shoved and shovelled full of mourn.
I cripple under their weight.
Burdened with memories of forelorn.
Resting 'hind this cemetery gate.

Stretched out my pleas for return.
Prayed for what is gone
Now the world shall burn
That we may see a new dawn.
The thieves will pay.
Taken all from me.
Now let them pray.
Let them see.

What it means to exist in misery.
As my light rises once more.
returned to me from eternity.
From infinity's claws restored.
Taste my endless pain.
Feed, feed 'pon my wrath.
May blood poor like rain.
Bleed, bleed it's a blood bath.

Rise my Darling, from thy grave.
Return, my Love, reborn to me.
Accept the sacrifice I gave.
Cleanse me of my misery.
Fill my life as once before.
Walk with me til the last.
Enlighten my heart once more.
Thy death be of the past.
© Jerry Langdon 2016