Temptation Lust! My Fallen Angel Poem by Leaking Pen

Is this I wonder my best work?
From the soul of a lonely clerk
I hear buzzing bees all around
But honey nowhere to be found.

Am I a poet? God knows if I am,
My eyes and ears glued on-line
Truth be told, I invent the latest scam,
And I steal lexicons for my rhyme.

Stuck to my cunning ways,
Dissonant tones are my soul's id
And uncertainties my serving trays,
No limerick can set me free.

To who should I compare my life?
Whose yardstick should I apply?
I see no end to my evolving strife
Always blinding my mind's eye.

Mistrust drives my gushing stream,
I struggle, flip, bounce for precious air
No on can hear stealth lungs scream,
Into the eyes of death I dare, I stare!

I gamble every second with my soul,
Flipping it like coins changing hands
I get drunk with no regards to its fall,
Lust a must foundation for my stands.

Who says cunning is not a duty?
A desperate mind begs to differ.
I find perversion the only beauty,
The essence of my blood is Lucifer.

From the breath of God
He conceived the fallen angel.
I borrow his striking rod
And have instead Cain kill Abel!

A mother loves its child
No matter what, unconditionally
Chaos is child of the wild
Randomness reigns life totally!

To malice my spirit belongs,
A blinding fog settles my heart
Darkness celebrates my song,
Hell's domain frames my art.

Time flushes my anger out
And guilt piles up high on my deck.
Too late for an alternative route
God refuses to oversee my trek.

The serpent's intention my mind explores,
And God's forbidden and hidden topics
I purposely unlock God's darkest doors
By neutralizing my soul's antibiotics.

No relief, this poem paints my life
I do acknowledge my daily strife.
Like stubborn dandruff in my hair
Medicine or miracle forbids its care.

Last stanza turns me into dust,
Its essence my lifeless soul.
I captured my death from lust,
Fallen angel's mole was my role!


October 13 2012-
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Revised Oct 25th 2014