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A Hideous Spirit
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A very personal poem and my first for a long time.

A Hideous Spirit A smiling face that hid loathsome strategies still haunts the shadows, lurking with predatory instinct, ravenous in relentless pursuit of impossible dreaming. A heart once embraced by lustful passion destroyed by a Vampire�s thoughtless scheming. Hideous spirit, you took what was not yours to take. Your charm and transient grace would manifest fake. Fingers, dancing delicately over a heaving breast with voluptuous elegance you conned my heart into feeling safe. Yet you tore it from my chest, splintering sensual pleasure for a lifetime of pain because you thought it best. Now a cadaverous shell I lay, my heart at your feet on a canvas less painted in blood. Pages of a life ripped from a spine-broke-book, fly like leaves cracking on a withering wind blown in disarray across a dispassionate wasteland. Scattered to oblivion � a history lost to that look. � P. Williams 2004

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 20, 2005

This is very powerfully moving, Paul; and I can relate well to the feelings expressed. Thank you for sharing this poetic offering. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 17, 2005

Wow...this is deep and very emotive Paul!!

Hope you are Okay!!

Know the feeling well!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on December 20, 2004

Welcome to the club. Tough write, strong imagery.

A Hideous SpiritA smiling face that hid loathsome strategies still haunts the shadows, lurking with predatory instinct,ravenous in relentless pursuit of impossible dreaming. A heart once embraced by lustful passion destroyed by a Vampire�s thoughtless scheming.

Hideous spirit, you took what was not yours to take. Your charm and transient grace would manifest fake. Fingers, dancing delicately over a heaving breast

with voluptuous elegance you conned my heartinto feeling safe. Yet you tore it from my chest, splintering sensual pleasure for a lifetime of painbecause you thought it best.

Now a cadaverous shell I lay, my heart at your feet on a canvas less painted in blood.

Pages of a life ripped from a spine-broke-book, fly like leaves cracking on a withering wind

blown in disarray across a dispassionate wasteland. Scattered to oblivion � a history lost to that look.

� P. Williams 2004

A Hideous Spirit

A smiling face that hid loathsome strategies
still haunts the shadows, lurking with predatory instinct,
ravenous in relentless pursuit of impossible dreaming.
A heart once embraced by lustful passion
destroyed by a Vampire�s thoughtless scheming.

Hideous spirit, you took what was not yours to take.
Your charm and transient grace would manifest fake. Fingers, dancing delicately over a heaving breast

with voluptuous elegance you conned my heart
into feeling safe. Yet you tore it from my chest,
splintering sensual pleasure for a lifetime of pain
because you thought it best.

Now a cadaverous shell I lay,
my heart at your feet
on a canvas less painted in blood.

Pages of a life ripped from a spine-broke-book,
fly like leaves cracking on a withering wind

blown in disarray across a dispassionate wasteland.
Scattered to oblivion � a history lost to that look.