Dancing With The Devil

It always happens at night
When the Devil comes out to fight
He thinks its such a sight
To see me whimper and cry

His battle is already won
Before its even begun
He's beaten me, its done
He's left me out here to dry

I stand to try and fight back
I pretend I'm without any lack
I've withstood his evil attack
Til he points out its just a big lie

Now my tongue starts to stutter
As my heart is all a'flutter
The engine of life starts to sputter
And I just let out a whimper and cry

Titles

To create art requires so much pain 
And a title hardly acts as a crutch or a cane 
As intended, it aids in walking 
But the title tries to do all the talking 
Clever ones to sum up the whole story 
And long ones to explain the details in glory 
When a simple one, plain and clear 
While always available and surely near 
Never sees the light of day 
And is swept aside with a simple “naye” 
It doesn’t take a genius to get the gist 
And pick the The Girl With The Pearl Earring off the list 
As one with the simplest name 
For it does its job without boasting or fame 
Being explicit is hard to find 
For all these options are robbing us blind 
The Last Supper and The Mona Lisa 
Are as clear as sandwich and pizza 
A last meal and the name of a woman 
Are words that in contest ultimately win 
No second thought is needed to give 
And no interpretation is allowed to live 
The only thing that I now fear 
Is how to name this poem here

Late Night

Though my eyes are tired

I lay here in wait

For a world so fine

Given on a silver plate

Sleep eludes me

And I can act no more

It seems odd I think

That to be is a chore

My energy sapped

And hair falling out

Are only the beginnings

Of a lifeless draught

But time marches on

And responsibilities I hold

Occupy my mind

And keep out the cold

So I lie here in wait

Til the morning rays

As I slowly count down

The number of my days

Fifty Fifty

Her skin, I constantly crave

My mind can't seem to forget

The soft ring of her nave

Or her hair soaking wet

It drives me insane

How much I obsess

It drives me to pain

For one simple caress

I've abandoned all Love

For this carnal desire

Just one more shove

And I'll end up in fire

If I never kissed her

I would have wished I had

If I just missed her

Might it, too, be this bad?

Sights to See

My life it seems is slowly waltzing by

And oddly enough I don't have a care

Dancing through my mind, not knowing to where

Chatting with the birds up there in the sky

Oh how I wish I could join them on high

Being here on earth I can hardly bear

So I lie on the grass and simply stare

At the wonders above who sail and fly

Yet such a wish is only for the dream
As wings will never sprout out of my hide
And I will be stuck on this cold earth
Wandering about til I find the seam
That bequeaths this ship with such a wide berth
That takes us off to the bright other side

Timey-Wimey Stuff

Dr. Who got it all wrong
For no matter how you sing the song
Time will go just as straight
Without allowing you to alter your fate
Science says it may be so
And they seem to be in the know
About the travel regarding time
That makes a loop out of a line
It may speed up or it may slow down
Depending if you wear a smile or frown
But in all the clocks with all the hands
And all the glass with all the sands
It seems to be my destiny
That time feels like an eternity

For as each hour slowly dies
I long to open that magic door
Drop into those mystic eyes
And hold onto you forever more