The May Featured Poet is

Sam Luck

Please feel free to email Sam at: sammyluck@me.com

A PHANTOM'S WALTZ

Here I am dancing with the phantom once again
To a tune playing from an old Edison phonograph
I am lost in a trance staring at her icy blue eyes
Impossible to realize how much time floats by
Feels like only seconds but it might have been days
I am drunk off her elegance; my heart is ablaze
She presses her lips to my cheek as I begin to melt
She whispers in my ear all there is to know about love
Offers me a drink from her flask as she removes her glove
The substance smells like whiskey but tastes like heaven
An intoxicating nectar that can only come from up above
Liquid from the gods to touch these mortal lips
I float up to paradise with my hands around her hips

EMERALD GLOW

Awaken to a new day, simply wanting the sun to go away
Brain hurting from last night; eyes hurting from sunlight
I open the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand with me
Quickly drink half a pint and slowly I roll out of bed
After all these years it's mind blowing I'm not dead

I flip the light switch not realizing they shut off the power
One of many unpaid bills I don't want to think about this hour
As I head to the shower, from above I hear singing
Then my head started spinning and my ears started ringing
Finally fell to the ground; couldn't move or hear any sound

Could only see a bright emerald light surrounding everywhere
I felt calm and relaxed, then a sensation raising all my hair
The feeling of goose bumps creating that sensitive chill
This can't be a dream; the feeling's too real of this thrill
Suddenly I can get up surrounded by that green emerald glow

I hear children's happy voices whispering something low
Then I hear the sound of trumpets as they play a royal tune
I feel refreshed and energized like I haven't felt in years
I can't see past the emerald light but I know I'm not alone in this room
Now I hear a whole crowd of people with their excited cheers….

A woman is calling my name and I imagine your face.

DOOM

Walk into the midst of strange
The reverse side of reality
Eyes opened to see another range
Unearthly breaking of confidentiality

Dark secrets are confessed
A knowledge that is a curse
Contradictory of being blessed
Sanity driven off in a hearse

Allow corruption to manifest
Bear witness to all that is perverse
Allow immortality to infest
From ancient scribes who are diverse

We are a living contradiction
The creator's greatest flaw
We are freed by crucifixion
But never given law

No one to judge the judges
A whole other demon is reborn
Lies, greed and countless grudges
Swimming shoulder deep in mental scorn

A king, a senate, a court, a false idol
A ring of fallacy, flaring the homicidal
We are jesters in a palace
Most too humble to be bold

Still buried deep in malice
In constant fear of what might unfold
An archfiend forever lurking
In our shadows it shall stalk prey

Rogue spirits they are smirking
For them its fun and play
Existence lies in the balance
As our verdict looms
Bottling up our valiance
Apocalypse resumes

Samuel Edison is 29 years old and writes under the name Samuel Luck. Living in Brooklyn, New York, Sam has been writing poetry and short fiction since his teenage years.