Chasing The Fairy #17

By: Gus Victoria

Chasing dreams

Beautiful and unchaste,

Dangerous, seductive,

Calling in the dark,

Waking from a dream

To walk,

To seek and to know

The brilliant diamond

Hidden,

The joyful treasure

Lost,

That is yours to give,

Never mine to take,

They call you whore,

They call you slut,

They look down on you

And call no more,

You are mistress,

You are lover,

They are nothing,

Insecure sparks

To your star,

Forgotten

As you are immortalized,

In bed,

In ink,

In glorious memory.

Bottom of the Bottle

By: Gus Victoria

Is there truth there sir?

At the bottom of that glass,

Is there redemption found,

Or like the mythic Djinn,

Is inspiration trapped in a bottle?

Drink deep and profound

The mead of life,

Take up your quill,

Dipped in eternal ink

To burn drunken truth

On silent parchment.

Words crowd together

Guided by a maddened Muse,

The divine gift is yours,

The nectar of the poet sweet,

Does it uncover majestic sights

Hidden by a trapped mind

In other times?

Does it grant mystic travel

From this present tempest

To more calm climes?

Drunken truth

Is truth carried by means

Of your divine craft.

Read then poet,

Mightier than the priest,

Closer to the gods,

What truth is uncovered,

There always,

At the bottom of your bottle.

Chasing the Fairy #15

By: Gus Victoria

Memories not yet made

Fuel the lover’s flame

In the furnace of love,

That combustible crucible

That furnishes the blade

Upon which we all fall.

Lust is a hunger

Only ever delayed,

Never truly sated.

Conflict created

When two souls not fated

Play with temptation’s fire.

Burned in ectasy

To sinful ash.

Reborn in redemption.

Taking flight

To fall once more.

Whole again,

To break again

Upon the jagged crags

Of an unsheltered life.