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I can be calm with you
feel the settling
of crashing emotions,
my internal tempest.
I wear your affection
draped like a favorite quilt,
quietly my heart sings
with the clear, amiable
tenor of your voice.
I am mesmerized by your
astral eyes,
cinnamon sugar stars
trimmed by velvet brown skies.
In your tender embrace
my breath is relinquished,
ceasing time
I lose my place.
I am intensly aware
of only your presence
soothing my impoverished soul.
Loreli
Fresh crimson runs down my chest.
Lacerations you made
using my own words
turning them towards me,
using them like weapons
sharp as serrated steel.
I can find no way to recover,
you keep slicing into me
over and over again
inverting my emotions,
assigning me
as my own worst enemy.
Gangland
Sharpened knives and pieces of wood
Weapons ready for the gangland fight
Fractured bones and open wounds
The war has begun with no end in sight
Baseball bats and pieces of brick
Weapons ready for the warfare fight
Busted faces and shattered skulls
The war is full of malice and spite
This is gangland warfare
A rampage through Hell
This is the badland nightmare
Where all the tainted dwell
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
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