“The HUNT”

Thirsty for blood
Hungry for flesh,
He lurks in the dark
Masked by shadow
Concealed by the night
Searching, Stalking.
With his prey in sight
He gets ready to strike.
Stays low to the ground
That she won’t be roused,
Creeps ever closer
Crouches, waits…

Being the experienced predator that he is
He knows how to play
How to exploit this game!

She looks up, around
Sensing the danger afoot
Though she knows
He closely lurks
She will not run.
Yes, her fear
And thought of pain are real and great,
But they are overcome.
The thrill, the chase
The excitement, the passion…
That is all that she feels,
That is all that matters,
That is all that she wants!

And so begins The Hunt!

Sensing the time is right
He pounces
Making his final strike,
Now she has no place to escape!

Theirs is a forbidden
Primal, deadly affair…
But then again,
That is exactly
What makes it worth all the care!

Into her soft, tender flesh
Fangs and claws sink,
Deeper and deeper.
In this, their bloody ritual
She is the offering
And in this frenzy he feasts
He ravages
Down to her very soul.
Mouth still watering
Hunger still unending,
He admires this full course
Laid out in front of him.
The aroma, texture,
The euphoria!

He feels no shame
No remorse
And why would he.
Mayhap his heart
To stone has been cast,
An achievement of a seasoned predator.
Whatever it is
Does not matter,
Not here, not now!

Still she does not flee
Even through all he subjects her to
She won’t even scream,
She stays.
She only succumbs
Offers her all!
Mayhap she just wants to feel
If only this one time.
Be lost with him
In the passion, the ecstasy
Here and now!

This is the way of the game
The rules of the hunt.

Hunter, Hunted
He, She…
Both, all!
There is only the game
Only the hunt!
Hunter, Hunted
Pawns, victims…

Hunter, Hunted
Thus continues THE HUNT!



This is actually an old piece, much like most of the ones I have/will be putting up of late…

Though in my dusting it off and polishing, it struck more than a few chords (have to admit) . . . When this piece was written it was from an outside (perhaps even innocent) perspective, but who/what I am now has been a predator in his own right! Guess karma has a way of predicting some introspection.

I believe if you have lived, loved, hurt… you will understand this piece for what I think it was meant to be, perhaps even better.

Yep… Im a broken being. Go figure!  #PagesTornFromMyDementedMind



Prodigal Son

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I collapse to all fours weary from the climb
But with my destination in sight
I summon up the might
Rise to my feet and step forth.
Upon reaching those Pearly Gates
I crashed down to regain my breath,
To contemplate and compose myself.
Smiling to myself and with a relieved sigh
I whisper, “Here we are…”

“Took you long enough!” was my reply.
To my surprise as I glance up,
The gates are open and there before me He stands.
He walks out to meet me and helps me up to my feet.
“Almost thought you wouldn’t make it”, He jests.
“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world! Besides it wouldn’t be as fun without me right”…
He indulges my joke and laughs.
We stood there for some time
Savouring this moment.
My smile drops faster than my ears,
I sit back down, without a word He reciprocates.

Before I go on in,
There are a few things I feel I have to say…
I look up to catch his gaze…

It is quite clear to me
That i was on the wrong track from the very word ‘Go’.
I was born to this road
Bound to be ever lost.
And yet You just wouldn’t let it be,
You set signs all along the path
Warning me of its treachery.
Signs meant to deliver me from its fate.
I didn’t deserve it, but still You went through all the trouble.
I usually just ignored those signs,
I just carried on. It’s my life after all right?
But at one time I heeded
And took the route pointed by these signs.
It was not an easy road,
But it resonated with a calm confidence
That inspired in me a surprising peace.
On this path I enjoyed Your presence
Bore witness to Your blessings and grace.

But even under Your light I was weak,
I let the shadows of my past catch up and trip me up.
I looked back with a questioning gaze,
And seeing the World pass me by I longed for it.
I yearned for its kind,
I craved its life,
That life of thrills, excitement and countless possibilities.

I left Your side and danced into the night
Never had I felt so alive,
Or so the illusion went.
I lavished the attention,
I became one with the masses.
If only my conscience had let me be!
Its screams haunted my dreams
As I lay awake in the dark,
The more alive I tried to feel,
The less peace it granted me.
I hide my torment, covered up my pain
And carried on.
But as went the days
So the mirror did confess,
This face I had put up
Slowly eroding away.
Now unable to hide my shame
My demons I had to face,
It was either me or them.
Soon my foolishness became apparent,
Waging war with the demon world
Was a task no man could undertake alone.
At my lowliest point
When all hope I’d given up,
You whispered to me to get up.

I didn’t want to
I was sick and tired of trying to fight
Trying to change and reclaim my pride
But with so much on the line
So much riding on me,
I knew I had to.
I had long since made a vow
That I would make You proud
Prove beyond all manner of doubt
That I would make it in this life.
But now I had let you down
Succumbed to the doubt and fallen flat down,
Yet still You whispered to me
That I should rise up from the ground.
I got up and started again the road
It’s a thousand times harder to start again,
But I had to!
I had to prove to myself and to You
That my life, my existence
Was not in vain.
I’ve been walking since that day
Trying my best to follow the prints
You left behind in time’s sands.
At times a step I still missed

Slipped and crashed down
But I always reminded myself of my vow…

So now here I am,
The weary Pilgrim
From the journey bruised, wounded and scarred
A slightly altered image of the being
You originally envisioned<
But Your being nonetheless!
A being that at last
Has found his way back Home.

His warm, loving hand
Wipes the stray tear
That creeps down my face,
And in the silence still
He gets up and walks me through the Gates.
As behind us they close
And by Paradise’s glow we are engulfed,
He whispers into my ear,

”I am Proud!”

A Moment Entre Nous


I look into those soft, piercing eyes
Searching for a door left ajar
I open my mouth
A lone, silent breath
Is all that emerges
All that I dare allow to escape
My chords lacking the resolve
To orchestrate the vocals
My tongue and lips the courage
To utter them,
These very words…
I choke!

My eyes drop
My spirit falling rain
It breaks on the ground.
She can already feel me pull away
Back into the shadows from whence I came.

As my body shifts
Preparing to slip away
She grabs my arm
And forces our mutual gaze.
In that instance, I swear
We drift away
Into a moment of eternity
That slipped from Time’s hands
In that temporal, transient, eternal frame.

She looks right through me
Gazing at the portrait
Painted on my very soul
Reading all
That through my lips alone
Could never be told.

We snap back to the present
Eyes still locked in a violent grip
She moves closer
And pulls me in.
Like the perfect scene
On life’s silver screen
My lips meet hers
And Oh God…
They are a perfect fit!

Every sense of our being
Drowns in a frenzied fit
Of ecstatic bliss
No concept of space time
Words or rhyme
Bears any relevance nor importance
I am hers
And she is mine…

That moment
It came, stayed a while
Then went away
But life would never be the same
From that spark have erupted
These flames of passion
That now furiously burn
Within our heart.

For so long had I imagined such a moment
So many forms had it taken on my mind’s stage
So many times had I pictured us face to face
And through these very lips
Be uttered the heart-borne words
That would forever make her mine.
So long, so many
Yet as it had been rehearsed
This moment never came to pass.
But while lost in that instant
As she searched my soul
And I gazed in awe at hers,
I came to understand
That no words voiced from these lips
Could ever truly describe
This love that between us resides
That this love
Has no need for fancy words
Nor any mortal sound,
That words and verse
Cannot craft its image.
I understand now
That this love
Is above and beyond
My human comprehension,
That I need not make sense of
Nor define it.
It just is!

And while still in that moment
Content we linger
Cradled in each other’s arms
Entangled in each other’s souls

I am hers
She is mine…!