InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

Sadism

Your hands
ripping
out
my heart

Your wicked smile
as you eat it

Darkness
Dark
Dark

Relentless
passion
upon
my
face

Your 
words
an
Evil
echo against
pale tattooed skin

Crimson
i let

For You

The Baptism////////

Dripping sticky down the 
small of my back
the nectar of my skin beads
i am seven shades of 
crimson
my eyes at half mast
i am under You
my Savior

Your thrusts are deliberate
and my eager hips reckless
the candlelight flickering
against mirrors
glinting
cascading off the promise 
You placed against
my throat
Your stigmata

my body whispers 
screams
entices Yours
my lips speaking in a tongue 
only my God 
can interpret

Love and contempt 
and
freedom 
and violence 
and beauty all
take refuge here

my hands clutch the
kitchen counter top,
Your arm sweeping the coffee pot,
jars of flour, 
sugar
and
lust onto the tile floor

beneath You i am decadent
Your breath a hot sweet 
coax against my shoulder
my nape
my soul

"My precious whore"
You assure me
vibrating and trilling
into places of exodus
my hearing won't reach
"mine, mine, mine MINE!"

Your voice
ripping the orgasm from
between my 
silky thighs into Your
fist

sobbing.
choking.
gasping and begging for 
breath
as You spin me around and 
cradle me
my cunt tight and holding 
Your wrist hostage
while i pulse and twitch and 
write new Psalms

"Come back to Me" is lulling me
guiding me through 
Your heartbeats
from some far away church

Cloister bells ring 
out the dawn of a 
new day under my King

You return to Your pulpit...

i am Baptized

in service

In these moments
of dark

i come to You
my God
my Eternity

You breathe life into
my soul

No more emptiness
Your hands
an urgent push against
my flesh

my heart
Bound... in tune
in harmony with
the sound of Your voice

This boy
so hungry for Your
heart

i want to eat it
make it's taste known
to the world

i see You..

a Savior of all things
of creation
All things above this
hell You have let 
me be a part of

i fucking crave You

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production

 
Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
your
un-
rehearsed
script

Act II

Tension in my calves shoot flame

 
A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

 beneath the dripping lights

"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth

Act III

I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boi.. Ripped and shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."

The Finale

The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins

 
Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled

 
You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar

 
I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."

Waiting

I only write about butterflies

if we are pulling off their wings

Damaged and freckled

and

dust covered fingers that

aren't so delicate anymore

Humming slowly about Jack & Diane

my heart in

wingless beatless flight

Congealed in another time

between your filthy

loveless palms

I wait

Sick

Make me sick
I want you to hole up inside

this sicksweet disease and

rest your tender cheek right here,
against my chest

There is no ailment as

beautiful as you,
the thread of silk that webs my soul and attracts

nothing but a dream

Wide hurtful smiles

And

Eyes so sparkling I look mad

but fuck it makes me free
and isn't that what love is?

My arms stay as empty as the promises

that pile to just steady my feet and run crashing into you

Underneath i know

It's really o.k to love you the way I do

when you have deserved it and begged for it
without asking outloud

Intention is just that

and

no bandages or healing

beyond what you already give me are necessary

Fuck. yeah. <3

My Own

Too Many Moons

Have swept the sky clean since

I last heard your thunder
and I

ache for it like the world aches
for tender annihilation

of it's gifts

To feel your disease
plunging glass into these

cracked eyes

 
My open sky mouth

faulty with the taste
of destiny, curable tears

When I say your absence

is mummifying me
I am perfect

in those bandages that wrap
these words into transplants
that stitches can't

begin to maintain

What a heart i have!

Tocking and ticking
through blast after blast

the gleaming
of the barrel almost weeping

 
wedged tenderly to my chest

Its been to many moons

Since I vowed this abstract sunrise

the fear
it so fiercely deserves

There is no place like home

and without you behind the trigger
there is just no place

Reborne

I mourned the death of your words
for months

days

hours and minutes, and fuck

 where the fuck are you?

Am i dead too?

i must be

no air

I was...

The bloodstained curtains

from our
transplant had closed

The edges of my soul wrapped in a

bandage of daydreams, notepads,
envelopes and napkins

i expected nothing and got
just
that

My nightstand your coffin
my heart yours still

Did you hear me at the cemetary?
Singing happy birthday in a low eerie

key that kept cracking
and breaking the clouds

I kept lifting the lid painful as it was
I willed the words to shift and bend

to re-create just one more
time

I cursed your epitaph

not cause you left me wondering
just cause you fucking left

The clock so fucking dusty

that I lost track of time

and now im late

Shaken, taken,the piece of me

that is you a filthy

gift who's dirt i adored

The bones polished and deliberate

unlike you
and,

so not me

Your resurrection comes close

as the needle that sweetened my skin
with it's ink

and your art and memories of the way

you let me just fucking
love you

It's pouring now
my stay of execution

offering me everything and nothing
i rip you from your tomb

and cry for us

losing all quills and feathers

of my crumbling words

i cross out the misused verbs

of an obituary that plagued

and tried to destroy me

My hand moves
with angst and purpose

i fearlessly write:


i rejoiced the birth of your words.......

Faeded

I see this picture of you

at least I thought it was you
but it's not

 
I touch the printout I made and get

nothing

 
Dark, dark covered with illusion

black smeared
charcoal

 
I slide my finger over your arm,
reach surface 

 

Do you still feel like yourself?

 
Like the bloom of an orchid

 
in purples and blues
your hues captivating 

 
Did the sun set on your garden of truth's and reveries

and mock you
as the rush of night stole my words?

I compare them to Winter

though I am thawing out, the cold
is encompassing

stark

The dew has shifted but the flower of the sun is a warrior
and She fights

for the heat of the garden

we grew

You say "bare with me" with such an

idealistic heave
and the picture gets light

transparent in the drops

of my tears splash

oh, it is you
breathtaking and

abstract, my gift

my prince

Soldiers

From a
black rain we
surface

War torn tattooed wings
drawing you
tenderly beneath
the intimacy of purple hearted
sighs

Apologies
whispered in hot battered breath

Swollen
heart beats
above silent
mouths that darken corners of 
this
intricate love

I shake my feathers and hold
you so
fucking
close

Neverminding the napalm taste
of your
wounded kiss