Submissions by Mikepoet

Mixed in taste
is a touch of Peach Brandy
and kisses flavored
like cotton candy
with panoramic views
in luminescent hues
from atop a Ferris Wheel.

Calliopes made
the Monkeys dance
while Pipers played
and Poodles pranced
pleasured feelings grew
which upon I drew
this goodness I did feel

As I mourned my beloved Wife,
I included in my misery,
a scorn of Gods gift called life,
my immortal eyes watched eternity.

Now all I see is in Moonlight
and I hide when Day is born.
Visions of all is cast in shadows
color of Day is forever gone.

My dead nostrils smell only mildew,
mold and decay, an existence, stale.
I dream of Morning, days beginning
and skin once tan which now is pale.

When I lived and loved my better half,
an oath was made unto myself.
This love would endure eternally
through out time,...

A tribute to Dark Star

There I see a Dark Star
It gleams dulled yet bright.
It twinkles of dancing shadows
written in candlelight.

Sometimes it shines morbidity
a self-inflicting bloodied knife.
With manic inclined lucidity,
describing a poet's life.

Transient an-hedonistic thoughts
On currents of a transilient breeze.
As Demons are beckoning darkness
Thus inflicting mental disease.

I seek this Dark Star to bare as I share
my minds quest for its sanity.
For all that is dark is not evil
here...

There's a flock of dead sheep
still where they lay.
Easy to count em
I'll get sleepy that way.

I see ones a lying
Mirth's facially expressed
I think I envy him
he smiled right into death.

I see another could be his brother
cause they all look the same.
Though I've heard that some Sheppard's
can correctly call them by name.

Counting the Sheep would be easy,
it's these faces of death that's hard
to go to sleep counting dead sheep
with philosophies of a Bard.