Dreams of War by Kevin Hess
I dreamt of War last night.
Dancing seductive and fearsome
pulling me in igniting
desire, hardening manhood.
Fevered lovers twisted amid
blood stained sheets it
was horrible, terrifying,
exquisite.
I awoke to Peace, my reluctant bride. Haggard in visage and clumsily dull in her dance. Damming up affection, manhood retreats passionless. Boring lovers all we can accomplish is mediocrity.
Often the very thing we desire is the very thing that can destroy us.
Good and Evil, who determines such a thing, God? Illumination or Ignorance, who then decided that God was the light, what if they were wrong? Purity or Obscenity, if God really cared why would Purity be so damn boring?
Sin, whatever that may be, invades our beings, birthing lust for our own downfall. Guilt demands we cry for salvation to a God we don't trust. A paradox tearing at the fabric of faith.
Often the very salvation we require is the very thing we loathe.
Very well. I shall lay with Peace offering up prayers, for strength and forgiveness. Day by day I shall survive conforming, existing, I think. But I still have my dreams, night by night, I can have her. Her ebon hair, emerald eyes, her glistening skin and in those dreams I shall live. I will dream of War.
I awoke to Peace, my reluctant bride. Haggard in visage and clumsily dull in her dance. Damming up affection, manhood retreats passionless. Boring lovers all we can accomplish is mediocrity.
Often the very thing we desire is the very thing that can destroy us.
Good and Evil, who determines such a thing, God? Illumination or Ignorance, who then decided that God was the light, what if they were wrong? Purity or Obscenity, if God really cared why would Purity be so damn boring?
Sin, whatever that may be, invades our beings, birthing lust for our own downfall. Guilt demands we cry for salvation to a God we don't trust. A paradox tearing at the fabric of faith.
Often the very salvation we require is the very thing we loathe.
Very well. I shall lay with Peace offering up prayers, for strength and forgiveness. Day by day I shall survive conforming, existing, I think. But I still have my dreams, night by night, I can have her. Her ebon hair, emerald eyes, her glistening skin and in those dreams I shall live. I will dream of War.
Ares- God of War and first born daughter of Oden in the Seeds of Oden Series. She is the main character for book 1 Blood Dance
What the Moon Knows
By Salvatore Buttaci
wolves howl
from wooded sanctuaries
in the winters of night
if only we could translate
their lupine bayings
at the moon
if only we could learn
what the moon already knows
and hides from us
if we should tremble behind locked doors
or ride the howling into sleep
from wooded sanctuaries
in the winters of night
if only we could translate
their lupine bayings
at the moon
if only we could learn
what the moon already knows
and hides from us
if we should tremble behind locked doors
or ride the howling into sleep
