Dracolipop.compoetry baking

i hear the pound
pound, pounding of hammer
its sickening sound
ringing in my ear

zeus is going to war

swift and precise strikes
again and again
the argument between metals
seizing my brain

zeus is going to war

no relief for me
from this most demonic pain
i curse the olympian gods
but my cries all lie in vain

o leave me be
i am but mortal man
no more! no more!
halt thy striking hand

mercy! o mercy ye gods
stop thy dreadful clammer
great zeus! enough for today!
spare the anvil and hammer

but zeus must go to war

her face is hidden behind her hands
her body shakes with the sobs escaping her lips
she’s dressed in black, appropriate for the occasion
a long black gown with a red sash around the hips

she cries over the grave of her dead love
one more phenomenal magic is gone
she cries her eyes out till there’s no more tears
then she picks herself up cause life must move on

i woke up in a dream
by the sound of my own scream
the sleeping beasts stir to rise
and one of the gemini dies

the one in the mirror smiles at me
a smile of malice glee
i am no longer my own
only Death can bring my home

kill the poet, kill the rhyme
kill this slow passage of time
she who is me is no longer I
once again the dual heads of the gemini

at last the seeds are sown
and i am no longer my own
the birth of two souls in one
at last the other one is done

Luna smiles her cheshire grin
perched on her throne up high
none can compare with thee
queen and goddess of the sky

not the mountains not the seas
not the harsh and tyrant sun
nay for even thy brother Apollo
greatly pales in comparison

Luna smiles her cheshire grin
because she knows i love her
but does she love me in return?
she willl never answer

Life begins

Olivious innocence

Venom comes in

Ends

how pretty and sweet
art thou to mine eye
how lusciously red
like crimson dye

tempt me sweet thing
i imagine your pale flesh
hidden under red coating
surrender your secret stash

my lips touch your skin
the wound is made
the revelation of you
is a very grey shade

how disappointing
and dull-witted make
how maddeningly cruel
thy beauty is fake

for ‘neath the skin
lied a very ugly thing
a rotten heart
and sightless wormlings.

men of science and technology
proud utilizers of electricity
great leaders and thinkers
all non-believers

“t’is but a natural instinct to survive as a species,” they shout
“a biochemical induced reaction,” they shake their fists about
they theorized it, they reasoned it, they proofed it
my love is but survival of the fit

my Love, sweet Love, heart and beau
what shall become of you?
when Love becomes calculable
when Love becomes explainable

stripped down to numbers and chemicals
to controllable constants and variables
where now the miracle and magic?
it is naught but nuerons being fed electric

SCIENCE! Damn thee!
thou art no friend to me
genius, thinker, proffesor
pagan, non-believer, murderer!

biochemically reduced.