I-V (2006)

That which one desires but can never achieve;
simple preoccupations of a base mind:

The lifelong obsessions of a fallible creature.

Always reminded of the glaring absences
whilst ineptitude always remains a harsh reality.






Come hither little one
Let me wallow in your innocence
And intoxicate my weak soul
With your sweet nectar.

The inadequacies of age
Deny mutual affection,
Whilst the trappings of youth
Bar such pleasures.

Your purity delights me,
Such blissful ignorance of youth
Enthralls my depraved mind.
Your snow-white skin excites me.

Yet I fear that my lust for you
Will remain unfulfilled for eternity...
Or at least a few years.

Unrequited love and unfulfilled lust
Blight the depraved innocence of
A fallible soul and mind:

A pure childhood and
An unfulfilled adolescence pass by
Unrecognised and unappreciated.






It is only my inexperience
With actions which forces
Me to draw on my ability with words.

The absence of history and
Confidence create the fumbling
Murkiness that is the
Confusion of the heart.

Miserere mei deus:
Have pity on I who knows not what he does.
Look kindly upon me, for innocence
Should not be frowned upon as ignorance.





Foolish little girl, throwing your
Innocence at a churl.
It is hard to believe that you
Could ever be so foolish or
So wasteful. A shameful squand'ring of God's
Innocence.

The waves of happiness which
Flow over you now will be
Rolled over by pain and anguish.

Those unwanted bloodstained sheets leave a
Spiteful reminder of your foolishness.
Those red tears that you shed in that
Joyous agony will leave
Angry blotches upon your soul
For eternity as your childish
Ecstasies will become sorrowful regret.

Your reflection in the mirror has
Become faded; youthful joy is
Replaced by a wisening sorrow.
Your eyes have sunken into a weary
Blackness, your complexion no longer
Ruddy but jaded. Your smile long-lost.






You pathetic little man:
a rough-edged specimen,
a hollow shell of flesh that
has always had that yearning
void that will ne'er be complete.

You idle around and conduct yourself
boorishly: amorality and a
churlish manner render
your vileness complete.

There is no spirit within you;
this malaise which afflicts you
so terribly is rapidly spreading:
the symptoms are all too famililar
and the disease more contagious
than ever before.

You only smile and laugh lest you
throw yourself into despair and decay.