Rise up from shattering
muse of future once denied,
for in the promises of hopeful climes
only strength of will shall claim demise
of vanquished dreams that halt the stride
of life
across abyss of suffering.

Reach out with sweeping
hand erasing past that yawns so wide,
for in the grime of relished crime
only blessed rise of cleansing time
defeats the constant pouring tide
of hate
across barreness of blaming.

.
me?...no
I don't wear pajamas
kid shit
if I wore anything
(but I don't)
prob'bly be
sump'm like
Brando's
"Hey Stella... Stella"
tore up tank
and maybe
some boxers
but that just means
more laundry
so I doubt they would be
any fresher than
the rest of me
by the way,
no colors, white only
on those boxers
otherwise they start lookin'
too much like
pajamas
and I do not like
pajamas

.
'sweet dreams', she purrs
I roll over and tremble
thoughts of losing her

.
even in unveiled sadness
her beauty incites tears
I cry twice

.
bearing now this
loneliness 10,000 days
an old man in love

Silky auburn hair floats like a wave
swirling round her body
in depths of dark waters.
Tendrils curling over soft belly and breasts
a seductive invitation to all who see her vision.

Green eyes capture moonbeams
piercing the dimness
with a haunting luminescent shimmer.
She beckons with the slightest of gestures,
curiosity compels them to seek more...

Her voice like that of a fallen angel,
spellbound by her presence and song
they dive deeply into a blinded kind of love.

I AM CRYING
TEARS ARE RUNNING DOWN MY FACE
BUT I AM NOT SAD
I AM HAPPY
SO HAPPY BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME

YOU ARE GENTLE TO ME
IN A WAY THAT I HAVE NEVER KNOWN
WHILE THE WHOLE WORLD IS SCREAMING
LISTEN TO ME
YOU WHISPER I’M LISTENING

YOU SAY CLOSE YOUR EYES
TAKE MY HAND
AND I GO TO PLACES
THAT ONLY EXIST IN DREAMS

WITH A SIMPLE TOUCH OF YOUR LIPS
I FEEL THE PASSION OF YOUR SOUL
MAKING LOVE TO MINE

WE ARE DANCERS IN A WORLD
THAT CAN ONLY BE SEEN
BY YOU AND ME

Was it a push or a fall?
You denied any violence ever happened at all.
I watched you slowly crawling up the stairs
then waited as you lie there
too afraid and stunned for my teardrops to fall
I listened to him rage and kept my back against the wall.

Most nights I lay there in the dark
hearing every cry you would make
I felt your fear and closed my eyes
torn between relief and guilt
hoping to shut out your pleas for mercy’s sake
for that night I was spared.

Silence

You have no friends for company
So you entertain your transparent ghosts
Together you walk hand in hand
With your translucent hosts

They feed you words of violence
Used to break the perfect silence

You stare at the walls in misery
So you listen to your invisible demons
Together you talk face to face
With your crystalline fiends

Their lies you happily spread
Open their mouths to be spoon-fed

Lightning flashed a thousand times
Early morning light
On isle of broken windows
So far out of sight

Out of sight of neverland
Morning, pouring rain
Spate of wind comes hurtling
Blowing cobwebs from my brain

From my brain come all these words
All these words and more
It hears the door close softly
Perfumed departing whore

On the isle of broken windows
Watch out where you step
From here has come from ever since
Where we have never slept

Freeform (my comfort Zone)

I am what damns your soul,
the negation of your hopes,
the madness making skeletons
of children
while watchers suck
cooked meat from bones;

I am despairing mother
crying for her babies
in the cold,
their father jailed
for stealing what would
fill his children's
empty bellies,

I sit
with an emptiness
that fills me up -
a longing so deep
the well
has dried up.

I cry
with a sadness
that says: 'Don't go"
a melancholy
so dark
it destroys the soul.

I come
from a place
called "never enough"
There's hunger at the table
There's thirst in the cup
a need so great
no feast can fill up.

BjR 29 November, '10