Fighting with My Soul
Trying to control,
The strange actions of my soul. Giving me no voice, Of what my life is to be. From it I would like to flee. Bickering always, Upon my conscience it preys. No matter the time, It starves me from what I need. Roadblocks so I can’t proceed. Applying restraint, Pushing me to be a saint. It’s impossible! For against sin I am weak, Besides it’s not what I seek. The joys of living, Is that which I wish to cling. To quench my huge thirst. Label me self-indulgent. For pleasure must I repent?
Never to Return
Waiting impatiently for her to come
She’s given promise to return my soul
In life I shall never again be numb
Without it my life is an empty hole
She had an intangible she could give
A wanton pleasure that I could behold
Only to find for me it’s addictive
There is much truth in what I had been told
Once given there will be no turning back
After passing through the turnstile of lust
Soon to discover there’s something you lack
The sense of being has now turned to dust
Obvious now she will never return
And I who for eternity will burn
The Soul and Desire
Within a dangerous inferno burns
For the touch of her flesh my body yearns
Such a desire I cannot satiate
At every sight of her I conflagrate
To have her soft flowing lips of red wine
Pouring her glowing passion into mine
Her emerald eyes speak of her desires
From a hunger through her eyes she perspires
Shall we get ready for the fire of hell
For a mere moment in her bed to dwell
To be in a momentary rapture
Yet to be denied is evil torture
If flesh greater than the eternal soul
Prior to the point when death takes its toll
Can the soul be burdened with acts of flesh
By rules considers it to be excess
Vampyr II, Edvard Munch (woodcut) (1895) Vampire
Why do I commit to which will destroy,
The meaning of my actual being.
As I’m not meant to be a spider’s mate.
This is not what I thought to me my fate.
As I caressed you with my arms of love,
You sunk your hungry teeth into my neck,
Accepting my boiling blood as your gift,
Sending my weak mortal body adrift.
Traveled to a euphoric wonderland,
So high, way beyond the deep purple sky.
The storm I felt comes from my erectile,
Soon started a haunting downward spiral.
Trying so earnestly my best to breathe,
Then I felt my sorry soul take its leave.
Franciszek Zmurko, Lady Sleeping (c. 1900) Lady Sleeping, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Soon your nev’r ending nightmare shall expire.
A method will come to put out the fire.
From this struggle you will quickly retire.
Need never again to express your ire.
This new found freedom shall come at a cost.
You must recover the soul that is lost.
Thinking no need it was easily tossed.
For change to be the soul you will accost.
The object be to find internal peace,
Then the feeling of freedom will increase,
Mental anger and hate you shall release,
The rigid fences that bound you will cease.
Should you desire the soul not ever found,
The nightmares you harbor will be profound.