The Ghost of Pissed-off Past

Oh! How you must amaze yourself,
How you must laud your praise,
How you must love yourself,
For no one else does these days.

Oh, but bridges you have burnt,
And how they all have fallen down.
Ashes to ashes, so on, so forth,
Let hell split open it's fiery mound.

Just a word of sage advice,
For the dick of the year,
Keep my name off your lips,
Or you'll find that none you wear.

Speak another word out loud,
Let me hear my name involved.
I'll cut your heart out with a spoon,
And televise your deathly pall.

Dip your tootsies in an acid bath,
Burn off your fingertips,
Sandblast all your exposed skin,
And scrape off your lips.

Do not try my patience sir,
A kind woman I am not.
I'll wear your skin like a fur coat,
And bathe you in water boiling hot.

Yes I'm angry, Yes I'm mad,
You laughably lauded ass.
Do not test my kindness, sir,
For I'm the ghost of pissed-off past.

Fun with the Thesaurus

I have been lauded a recalcitrant sap.
Defiant, unwilling to be a dog in the lap.
I am headstrong and willful, contrary to fault,
The unpolished gem in a glittering vault.
I am resisting, unruly, wayward, with sass.
A discordant, hostile, rebellious young lass.
Opposing, radical, withstanding control,
Obstinate, intractable, not docile, behold!
Don't look to me for amenable speech,
Conform to society! I buck what they teach.
Harmonious concordance is a boring refrain,
Complaisant accomodation, oh what a pain!
Obedience is over-rated, or so I've been told.
I'll behave once you threaten tossing me out in the cold.
So I like to argue, what's wrong with that?
Surely everyone loves the Devil's Advocate?
I take an opposing stance at each verbal duel,
Don't you just love a combatative fool?
I am seditious, pigheaded, to name just two more,
But enough of my virtues and vices galore.
I fear I must end this, for I ran out of lines,
And I thank the Thesaurus for help with this rhyme!

Sacrifice

Lay me like a sacrifice,
To darkest Gods on darkest nights,
Upon your altar, black and cold,
If only you could be so bold.

Lay the knife upon my skin,
My screams to pay for every sin,
My heart to break for every pain,
My blood to wash it all away.

Lay a kiss upon my brow,
The Gods own my body now,
But lay ye at my feet and weep,
And my life's blood away does seep.

And whence the end does surely come,
Clean the blade, when it is done,
And bring me flowers to my grave,
Roses for this modern slave.

Lay me like a sacrifice,
To darkest Gods on darkest nights,
Take me to the darkest place,
And wrap my body in death's embrace.

The Siren

Say your words, and say them fast,
Pour out your soul, on vellum cast.
Like Odysseus bound to mizzen-mast,
Sail through time, for past is past.
Sing along with Siren's call,
Stay your course, lest you should fall.
Like star from heaven cast the pall,
And continue on for one and all.
Pity not the drudge nor maid,
For things undone are yet unmade,
So ride into yon cavalcade,
Beyond the grave, come ghost or shade.
The words, oh so soft and sweet,
Are bitter honeycomb to eat.
That my rhyme should call to feet,
An army of the dark elite.
And no task should thus intrude,
No man shall find he can elude,
The song of Siren's fortitude,
And on that song forever brood.

Payment

To what do I owe this pleasure,
In every passage, every measure,
In every stolen moment we
Capture the essence of the free.

To whom do I pay the toll?
The fee in which I must enroll,
That I might spend another dime,
And in return gain yet more time.

To which must I settle tab,
For that which I most gladly have,
Where might I pay reciept,
Cosign the form of destiny?

How can I make recompense,
What can I give as equal gift?
What is more precious than that to thee,
The love we share most equally.

Facetious

I own your soul, I control your mind,
Given to me in half a rhyme.
Hear my poems, and you succumb
To the rhyming riff of cheek in tongue.

Melodious strains strain ears so pure,
As he sings a melody off key, for sure,
And says he loves and loves what he says,
He plays, he pushes, he knows what's best.

Best for who? Well him of course,
Silly girl, pretend what's worse.
Let him think he's in control,
Then wipe the snot off his nose.

Snot nosed brat, yes that's him,
Lovely ditty to sing to them,
Play the music on your lute,
Oh Endymion, she knows, forsooth.

Hide, sweet shepherd boy,
Playing to be a Goddess' toy,
A sex object from afar,
Who kisses fire, sweetness part.

Court ye, your maiden moon,
Pretend to cuddle, have her swoon,
And fall from the sky in dead of noon,
This Goddess pure who loves only you.

Sweet melody, a waltz perchance,
Whilst stars and fortune gather to dance,
And the Fates get drunk by the big punch bowl,
And play with the lives of the garden gnomes.

Alas, Alack, poor youthful maid,
Who, in a moment, is unsafe,
And in the next is all too proud,
This maid, this crone, this witch aloud.

I own your soul, I control your mind,
Given to me in half a rhyme.
Hear my poems, and you succumb
To the rhyming riff of cheek in tongue.

So, here it is, plain and simple,
You wanted beauty, and you got a pimple.

Ode to the Cookie

Oh temptress, thou art soft and sweet,
Divinity is in your kiss.
If only in my dreams we meet,
Then all my life has been a bliss.
Why must I contain my joy?
Why can I not shout your name?
Why must you be so coy?
And why must I feel such shame?
How blind these other fools must be,
How in faith they are the rookie,
If not my love affair can see,
My love be only a chocolate cookie.