Emerge

Carefully he wonders
Her fragrance abounds
Knowing her presence
Feeling her sounds
Reaching within
Emerging with passion
Gives love to his sweetness
In tenderly fashion
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

The Devil Within

It drives my thoughts
And moves my soul
Tells me things
I should not know
Takes the things
That bring me peace
Allows the beast
To be released
Alas this freedom
Living alone
Expose its face
Inner voice shown
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Misplaced Words

He stumbles as he reaches
For words to speak for him
Memory dim
Of what the past teaches
Darkly grim
Wishing to awaken
He can now rejoice
But quickly retaken
By his inner voice
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Thoughts...

To the shelters I prowl
Watching them toil
Pushing their needs
Planting their seeds
But to wonder aloud
As I set to recoil
I have to imagine
What are they thinking
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Personal Space

She was new to my world
A virtual stranger
She knew not the extent
Of her impending danger
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Lost Boy

As a wisp of warm air
He slips past the gate
His deepest secrets
Locked inside innate
To share with himself
His wondrous dreams
Where under a bridge
His life always beams
For there he will go
And bring forth his joy
The stranger is now
Long lost as a boy
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Brutal Stranger

This weapon for love
Strikes effective
Not selective
Brings her to a new
Objective
He fills her void
But travels softly
Reflective
Of past loves
In the range her
Memories once of
This brutal stranger
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Unfamiliar

In slumber it seems
I am living in dreams
The walls unfamiliar
The people obscene
But awaken to hope
Of the home that I know
A place of kindness and love
Where beauty can grow
But fate takes my arm
And pulls me to danger
The more it does harm
The more is the stranger
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

The Stranger Awaits

On the block he is marched
In the cover of night
To the holding quarters
Under the light
He feels the rage of his porters
Prepared for the fight
And the stranger who waits
To instill his fright
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Infinite Lock Down

Into the sun a man stares
Focused on the horizon
Waiting
He dreams of the places
To begin his arising
Futile chases
Cold faces
Another locked door
Freedom nevermore
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS