Through the flesh and bones

You push your way through

A mighty effort

To release your aggression


The clock strikes now

Now is the time

Push and shove

Don't miss this chance


Bones will be broken

But none will be yours

Bend 'n' snap

Make them suffer ["sufferrrrrr"] [MAKE-THEM-SUFFERRRRRR]


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My Work

Cobalt storms; not azure skies,
predict changing seasons.
Vague ambiance of lies,
waltz with fated reasons.
So tug upon the corners,
try to veil the smile.
Gather all ye mourners,
weep for her awhile.

He knows that she flows,
rivers channel deep.
But ocean's floor below,
caress his troubled sleep.
Golden pair;wounded dreams,
silently entreat.
Moments slide between the screams,
stranded in the heat.

She can't draw inside the lines,
of howling winds deranged.
And up ahead; ominous signs,
the highway looks so strange.
But he can hold her brave will;
in his hands so tenderly,
not even strong enough to still,
his mind she cannot free.

He is the lust to breathe and fly;
his wings stay unused,
within her voice; an angel's sigh,
but the melody, confused.
When questions birth insanity;
saline begs for more.
But he can only hear and see,
the vision behind the door.

And he will toss; and he will turn,
until his eyes are bright.
But in the loss of orgasmic burn,
the other sighs in the night.
He cannot wait; the world is open,
quiet, he leaves the bed.
Heart is faith; pulse is broken,
but his soul must be fed.

With trembling hands;he gasps to feel,
her curves and body light.
Silken strands and he must kneel;
to deliver here tonight.
He hears soft cries;for all too soon,
the other is in pain.
As his soul dies; behind the moon;
denying need again.

Have you ever had to choose;
one over the other?
And you knew that you would lose,
giving up one lover?
Life is a composition;
he strives to hear the source.
He must create; orchestrate,
passion is the the force.

When you read this piece of art;
you may think me wrong.
But I've heard the rhythm of this young man's heart,
and the music keeps him strong.

As he grows closer to his wife;
it's the stuff dreams are made of.
But from now til the end of of his life;
he's alive in guitar love..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My son, in the Air Force, loves his new wife, but oh my.....that guitar beckons in the moonlight.

A Song

He didn't cry with tears for me
although I broke his heart,
instead he played me a song,
and cried through his guitar
I swear his soul went into the strings
and every note he played
Struck a chord upon my heart,
wishing I could heal the pain
I never meant to hurt him
I do, I love him so much.
I couldn't go any further,
and he bled through his guitar
His songs are my love songs
Which I shouldn't deserve to hear
Mesmorized, I dream awake
but dreams that none shall hear.
He didn't cry with tears for me
over a broken heart,
instead he played me a song,
and cried through his guitar

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My friend recorded a song for me, and said during the solo "this is your guitar crying" was an amazing statement, and I just had to write.

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