Waltz with the Courtesan



 The neon lights flicker with an eerie foreboding glare

The palpitation in my breast warns me I shouldn’t be there

A dismal cavern of musty velvet bids me deep within

This is nothing but a nightmare there’s no use trying to pretend


I feel myself under scrutiny by these deceptive eyes

Each alabaster face with lips cracked of death from lustful lies

This sullied world I’ve entered has me chained against its flesh

So why do I feel they’re judging me? I beg my mind to rest


Deliquescing into stillness now, I see her floating there

A haunting look she casts my way has her stripping my conscious bare

Luscious locks swirling, twirling they are all servants to this enchanting queen

My thighs begin to ache as she leads me away into this fervent dream


Peach lips enunciate words of silk, her lingerie falls against floors no longer soiled

I will now be her king, her true love, to me she will always be ever so loyal

She tells me she is forever mine, forget them all, stay in this land of darkened greed

Of course my courtesan assures me everlasting love if ironically I pay a golden fee


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #25

Photo by jjlovely


I Have a Secret


Shh, I have a secret, that only you shall hear.

It’s been locked inside, kept chalky and old,

No one has heard it for it’s been simmering in the shadows,

This secret is just too much for any dear listener to behold.


But are you ready? Here it is! I have to tell somebody,

I’ll burst from its repression, if I keep it in much longer.

I nearly died long ago, I saw my life flash before my eyes,

Or maybe, simply, the truth is I don’t love this man, I love everything about her.


Men, women, everyone, does it matter who I yearn for?

Or is my secret that I cannot love, it doesn’t exist within?

Therefore when I killed someone, I secretly, happily relished it,

All because this abysmal dark chasm that replaces my heart, makes me void of all emotion.


Or maybe instead, as I stared beneath, I knew I could end it all,

Falling like a minuscule particle into the watery depths below.

Yet here I am still alive, how could I manage that?

Was this my secret that I told? Do you now know of my immortal soul?


Perhaps the secret is a hidden genius that I can’t wait to share,

Or the angst that comes with an approaching condemnation that will send us all away.

Here, I can’t stop stealing, taking everything that isn’t mine,

I’ve committed crime after crime and yet have never had to pay.


So many secrets, so many lies,

Which are the falsehoods and which is mine?

How can we all live burdened with our deepest darkest moments?

If we learn to live with who we are perhaps our secrets will vanish in time.


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: A Vastly Important Secret

The Queen of Unseeing Falsehood


Tom Bagshaw


One by one I’ll gouge them out, each and every eye.

Keep them shielded from the truth, encompassed with an elated crush.

If they cannot see me then, how will they divulge this lie?

Surrounded daily by my lovers, all my companions are here.

Dancing, laughing, keeping time,

They think me the queen, their Nefertiti, oh- they hold me so dear!

How magnificent, how stunning, I must remain to those who cannot see.

I can hide the ugly, the villainous thoughts, the way my eyes shift about,

Because all these friends blinded with avidity, have no idea what a danger I can be.

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #4