i walk silent and alone

I walk silent and alone
Naked
In this cold world
I know not what cobweb words to write
I know not what way to feel
I know not which direction to go
Nor do I I know from know which direction
He’s comes towards me
I don’t know which direction its coming towards me from
The shadow of the unknown
That is where I live

raze the black tiger

Sullen dark courtyard
Razed the black tiger
Fragrances only waft
In lonesome essence

She was an empress

Farcical philosophers
Gluttons to the masses
And the shrouded
retarded
muse of wisdom

Tormented Black Tiger…
Stripes gilded by milky moons caress
Until
She can
So
So
So softly sing
A memory of age

Age lost in its shining brilliance
With each memorized passage
Losing meaning
And harboring hope and fear
for the future to ignore


“Short attention span works even the best of us
when we believe that there are short cuts to reason…..”
erik bradford

the lie of the dream to the child

Taciturn themes
awaken gilded childs dreams
that weave webs
of prolonged self
walking sticks
guide our way
the blind child
led by day
the wild
an infamy of muses
dancing
dancing
dancing
so high is their spirit
a spirit full of the moon tides
and ancient rides
while the child
aware
yet
unconscious
again
runs into the wild
wide eyed
free
the soft, sulfur sonnets linger
the child
hearing a whisper
love
desperation
and loss
and the infinity of a pink cloud
when
then
the embrace is broken
a wolf is near
its silhouette on the horizon
a harbinger
bearing the gift
of an unkept promise

the light that takes us from womb to grave

Open the gates
To a heaven
Now lust
Choose the day
And choose the now
To embrace your
Soft whisper
Beleaguer none
And let quiet storms ride
Benevolent
Bequeathing all
Infinite madness
A benevolent mistress
So
Very
Often
Misunderstood…

Narcissus rising into nihilists
Giving a shining sun credit
For shining
And
Then
Comes
The
Silence


A miniature warrior
Clasps wet dreams
The embrace of the horizon
A cusp
Created
Flashes
Then is gone
An inevitable consequence of life
Quiet the lies are told
Insomniac slumber
And the dark eclipse
Of the light of day
The light that takes us
From womb to grave
Implicating the sun
In creating a world borne of death….

pederasts lament

Shatters my death silent
A child
Lost
Lost
Lost
in an agony
some queer wilderness
and then aware
the harbingers caw
makes me follow
and I have no other
sullen
young
pale
now touched
and changed

on a rainy day

on a rainy day.....today, 3/21/2011 11:30 a.m.

no sunshine
no full moons
silent tides
paint roadside blues

ain't got no time
no burnin' desire within
all from this rainy feeling
that elvis has left the building

yet, luckily
I still have words
that make little sense
a few twists on english's curves

that bend 'round through the rain
and bounce through my head
make the dead dance
in the hallways of my head

e. bradford

i woke up with a hard on

I woke up with a hard on.
A big, thick hard on.
I touched it for a while
Of course it made me smile
And I rolled her sleight young body over,
legs apart, pink lips calling like a siren

She woke and smiled over her shoulder
Her a bit younger, me, a bit older,
A nice cupid tattoo winking at me
Pleasure awaits for you inside of me
To this, her nape became my lover
Lavish, lush, luxurious escape of an unleashed lion

And deep as a new stare
Rough as a bucking mare
We slide, slick and lean
We fuck, we fuck, we love and wean
And drops of dew caress us over
The two, warm embrace in …