
...And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming... ...my draught of passion hath been deep; I reveled and I now would sleep... Edgar Allen Poe If I have marked a post with #scruffysatyr it is my original work.
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Pledge
Pledge
Pagan drums in the night
Secret ritual beyond sight
Naked bodies dancing, entwined
Clasping hands in sacred bind
Pledge of body and soul, and mind
Love forever, transcending time
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
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I don't know how to love, at least not anymore. I think perhaps being able to love and be loved is a skill that few have, and many more forget.
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
Kiss
It must have been that fateful kiss
On such a mournful night as this
That returned me, from the melancholy
An escape from a life of mortal folly
Eyes so deep and dark as coal
To steal from me, my heart and soul
My desperate longing to forever drown
Inside your arms, inside you on the ground
Passioned sighs and sweet caress
This all enduring tenderness
Can you remember, do you dare
Our lustful, loving moment there
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
Deeper Darkness
If you've never felt desperation
How can you know me now
The heartache and desolation
Feel like home somehow
When what's good is abandoned
And you've cried and ran away
You lack the strength to stand and
To face another day
When the pain is so welcome
And no more your foe
When that time has come
You will then truly know
Why I embrace my deeper darkness
And let my demons grow
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
Remember
Stolen from far-off distant sand
To bleed and die on stolen land
Ebony skin creased in pain
Forced to work for others gain
Remember and do not forget
The gruesome fate these people met
Fallen so low to struggle here
All so that we may appear
To cast the pale kings from their bloody throne
And guide their souls back to their home
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern
l once lived long ago
A distant fading memory
That you would never know
My life was dreams and passion
With nothing real to show
And now I lay forgotten
Unable to let go
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr