I See Your Face

I See Your Face

When I look at porn, I see your face
all undressed in satin and lace
heaving to and fro apace
and then I feel like I have put you in place.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 05/14/13

Epiphany

Epiphany

Draw back the curtain and see humanities' flow of energy,
Draw back the curtain and see Gods' all encompassing divinity.
Draw back the curtain and feel the axons rearrange.
Draw back the curtain and see the face of God change.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04/28/13

Having Dinner with the Devil

Having Dinner with the Devil

Grief is the Devils domain,
a meal of potatoes ptomaine.
God does watch over those brought sad
by strewing memories good with the bad.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-24-13

A Puff of Smoke

A Puff of Smoke

My words evaporate into a twisting puff of smoke,
Their meaning vanishing with the pen's stroke.
Like some Illuminati hovering over a manuscript divine,
My words flow, like unknowing snakes, all a twine.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-13-13

Diabolus ex Machina

Diabolus ex Machina

Satan exists in the soul of a new machine,
Stainless steel, Artfully it does demean
our existence. Existential angst comes upon us
cloaked in silicon and mathematicus.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted n 04-13-13

Ode To Alanna

Ode To Alanna

I do not know whether it is an illusion
Or just a schizophrenic delusion,
But now a reality has set in
And I have no way to defend
Living a lie, living a lie.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-04-13

Codependance

Codependance

I tried my damnedest to make you love me,
But I could never ever begin to see
It was only the residue, the dust
of a twisted, codependent lust.
Desperately, I sang my mating song
And then one Spring day you were gone.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-02-13

The Compound

The Compound

The compound rises from the smokey dust
Of the collapsing old world’s rust,
And now the Lords of the Land
Are all visionaries and madmen.
And the highest coin of the realm
Is the survival of those
crazier than peach orchard boars.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 03-26-13

The General

The General

With a chest laden heavy with medals,
In his hand he crumpled a fistful of rose petals,
I suppose,
Everyone knows,
That it was completely Inevitable.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 03-19-13

Ode to Susie

Go in peace, Mom.

Ode to Susie.

There is a comet in the Western Sky;
you can see it as it flies by.
During this time of bread unleavened,
Susie wings her way to heaven.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 03-10-13

Virgin, I am not

Virgin, I am not

I am certainly no virgin,
have several times been merging,
Though I am not particularly glad,
I have never ever been a dad,
even though I keep on surging.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 12-27-12

Ode to Judy

Old girlfriends, bookends....

Ode to Judy 

I thought it had been the manner I had done
During night before at the dawning of the sun,
As she cried softly rocking on the edge of the bed.
As an old man, I know now she knew she with child instead.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 12-02-12