When the bitter December air blows and the girl
screams on the street corner, a Christmas list of dreams and demands
in her unrelenting grip, a bit homesick, though she is young,
wishing her poppa hadn't drifted so far
from who he was when she was born.
When at school the boy had day dreamed of staying home
and keeping the door closed--
now amidst his mother's disillusioned cries to be understood
and the solace of the radio in his room,
he imagines himself singing "Blue Christmas" like Elvis
and impressing all the kids at school.
When the young woman pulls a tray of chocolate chip cookies
from the oven and turns on the television,
wishing there was someone there to share them
and so she opens the window and smells the night,
the snow approaching with the wind from beyond the moonlight.
And the young man strikes the guitar strings with fingers
cold to the bone, a tragic tale sung in every note
but his heart beats warmly and echoes up the street
along the cool walls of every home
in search of something kind
underneath the December sky.
Is it wrong
to anticipate enthrallment?
To precipitate involvement
with a figure such as she?
Made of dreams
cradled by a man who's deplored
while his subconscious is explored
with maddened longevity.
Call it not
as you would such crimes committed -
their grisliness kept omitted
for the sake of family.
See it true:
loneliness subdued by beauty,
the duty of the mind to feed
a starved heart with fantasies
to save it.
Chased by strangers
Chased by friends
no where else to run
Far off shelter
Far off trees
no where else to run
no where else to run
Lock the doors
Lock the windows
no where else to run
no where else to run
no where el...
am I nothing but broken bones? is this beating heart nothing but a burden to myself & everyone I meet..?
as I walk through this valley alone..
the shadows become something i've well known.
your eyes, they magnetize.. the fear in my soul is screaming out "lies!"
where should I try to hide..?
the clouds hang above, as the river i'm crossing over continues to flow..
if I were to fall, would anyone ever know? slipping away from it all, even myself..
glancing at these hands, I wonder what would be different if I was somebody else..
this forest goes farther than the birds & the trees..
this grass grows taller than below our knees..
my fate is an open wound.. bleeding.. bruised.. cut & used..
where am I going..? what am I to do..?
too many questions within me.. are we all our own worst enemy..?
on the top of this hill, the sunrise & fall reminds me of Gods undying love..
every memory that follows behind is purpose-less..
how could you think you know me better than I know myself?
every word you spew is worthless..
dreams are like looking through stained glass..
all different shapes, colors, hues..
why would you want to watch them shatter.. how could it not matter!?
one thing to remember.. don't give your love away, for the sake of saving someone else...
path after path, turn upon turn.. we struggle, maybe learn..
I stare into space & wait.. for something, i'll never know exactly what...
ashes have become of these fantasies..
careful not to let the blood of the past stain what is of my today..
dancing around the casualties.. murder my misery.
shed a tear for everything that used to be & let it all blow far over me.
if only we could all perfectly mend these wounds..
fragilties of life, scars of death..
the last time you close your eyes... that very last breath..
black night sky with stars so electric..
fragrant & soothing, my boat keeps moving..
row, row, drift away..
feet in the dirt but i'm being pulled astray..
the current so strong & winds full force.
the ocean is taking it's course..
beneath the misty swamp, stirs disarray..
where Satan's children go to play..
one by one, two by two.. sinking to the bottom.
he's a theif, can't you tell..?
reeking of that evil smell..
naive indeed as you let him feed..
you act as if life has turned you to this bad seed..
fool, you did it to yourself...
why blame someone else?
& finally I jump in the river to drown..
reaching out for my savior, not because i'm in danger..
I need to be taken from this earth.. I smile because i'm hurt...
when my feet hit the river floor, i'll close my eyes, & open the doors..
a light shone through, my hope for God was true...
I embrace... soon free... this body was never me.
after a breakdown of
a fraction of a seconds,
Memories come and go;
Later it leaves at heart
like bleed of a blood fall
from the lonely sky.
the guards have stepped beyond the door
for just this moment the bars are forgotten
wall of glass between us shattered by reality
as hands reach into jeans to feel my thickness there
waiting hungry life..
eyes dance as passsion grows within..
time is short and months of hunger explode..
grabbing fiercely at thin layers of fabroic betwen hunger and its release..
rip tear split share
deep kiss.. lingereing taste..
moistness slides around warm fingers..
teeth gently speak in the staccato verbs of pleasure and pain..
nails speak the secret message of longing
as they scream thru flesh
i had once spoke of my hunger for you
from behind the glass
fingers outstretched as they glided down it across your face..
words did no justice to the
rapture now washing over you
slam against wall as thrust deeply..
each chapter of my thick sex read slowly to the waiting ears of ur pussy
listen to my stories of hunger as each thrust reverberates against the wall..
shaking your form. breasts heaving as they crush against me…
twist slam. floor creeps up fast
as mouth clamps down around sex..
drink deep the taste of freedom..
sustenance for the long months between our next meeting..
tongue fucked deep..
choke me baby let me feel my world spin with your thighs around my neck..
hands drive into my scalp..
giving more of your pleasure to my hungers..
blood drawn on shoulders.
pain flicks tongue deeper into your flesh..
dance with the rhythm of last supper..
soon back to the warzone as reality creeps up through the steps of time to steal me away again..
each drive deeper into your center..
remember me as this cock fills you up..
sweet freedom of your sex..
sweet taste of your pleasure..
i release my all to you that iit may do u more good in the prison of the world than me in a place forever outside of it..
slam down as thrust finds release..
lifesblood flowing across your skin..
hurried rush of clothes
wrapped again in prison outfit..
i stare at the invisible number of your shirt..
you stare at my visible one..
stare deep and remember me baby
the man lived his life, in the end, became a sad story..
wishing for her...
his morning glory.
loneliness was his plague..
walking along the concrete, his shadow amplified his defeat..
a pill for each sorrow..
doesn't care to wake for anything tomorrow..
will he ever be able to see her smile again..?
the guitar was his outlet..
& precious was his long hair, a golden crown..
like an angel to all around..
but the demons took his hand...
promised a better land, as they dragged him down...
robbed him of all his color...
he gripped tightly to what was left..
but grace slipped through his finger tips...
pages, chapters, paper & writing..
short lived escape route..
books were some of his closest friends..
little did he know, how I worried about him..
wish I could of done better..
though I was just a child, it all feels the same to me..
like I watched his growing disease of depression make progression...
the darkness overwhelmed him, & choked him in his sleep...
I knew it was the day..
& after that, I myself haven't longed to awake in the morning...
every night I doze off, tossing & turning..
I feel like i'll wake up to someone dead..
Falling whispers float like butterflies across cherished skin,
Curtains raise and fall in smooth, fluid motion.
In that moment I know you're still breathing my name,
Across oceans draped in stars,
Sky pours crescent sunsets into the Earth's horizon.
A shudder misplaced as the breeze,
Unknown spider fingerprints delicately sweeping across my naked skin,
Through the candlelit window a ghost nurses me to sleep,
A parallel distortion of one who feels dead inside.
A victim timid and shy,
Unaware of the sharpness of his fangs.
Laying naked upon the bed sheets,
Giving his body to the ghosts and the stars,
Turning butterfly wings into black rose petals,
Climbing inside perfection.
Two trees on a lonely hill
Stand and belong together,
Near-at-hand, somewhere in Brazil,
Despite the time and weather
The one tree loves a night,
The moon and the starry sky
It sleeps under the sunlight
When the birds sing and cry.
The other enjoys a day
Waking up with a sunrise
And always wants to play
When a good mood arises
Two trees on the lonely hill
Have never talked to each other
Though they’re together still
And won't be split by the earth mother