A gift or 3, perhaps even 4 intended
for your love, but I didn't know, so
I took it as mine.
It wasn't just a random act of kindness,
If only I'd known...
It's been a week (and a day if you need exactness)
since I've open it,
ya know? since the truth.
Today, I whipped it out... it was like old times!
More times than not,
I beat around the bush,
but today
I'll come right out with it,
LIE TO ME BABY,
Fuck yea, I can take it.
Cause half lies ain't half bad,
when it comes with
happy endings......................
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 23, 2011
void
the chill rode the currents
to a distant land
leaving the jacket
for a brief innocence
cast and hung.
lying in the furrows
the passing moments of warmth,
but for what it’s worth
I fell.
upon waking on
a bed of chagrin
the jacket, now draped
head to toe
colored with suffocating
blackness
buttons lay waste
replaced with glue and staples.
the craving hurled
to a dying dream.
to a distant land
leaving the jacket
for a brief innocence
cast and hung.
lying in the furrows
the passing moments of warmth,
but for what it’s worth
I fell.
upon waking on
a bed of chagrin
the jacket, now draped
head to toe
colored with suffocating
blackness
buttons lay waste
replaced with glue and staples.
the craving hurled
to a dying dream.
Dec 20, 2011
The Sting
Numb and Dazed, living half a life
in the isles of the Winn Dixie. Day after day
the wobbly cart, in her firm grip she circles
round and round waiting
for the next demand of products to pick up
or put back, for the sake of it.
Her feet, unnoticed have grown raw and crusty with dried blood
and her ears deafened from the unending fire alarm that
she ignores into non existence.
She sings a song or two from time to time,
a desperate attempt at masking the chaos.
Strangers see the moo moo and curlers, unaware
of the fire brewing inside.
Until one day, The Delilah appeared, below the exit sign... she sensed the fire
and screamed till the woman woke from the haze. Now fully aware,
she smiles, reaches out
only to find, it was all an illusion.
in the isles of the Winn Dixie. Day after day
the wobbly cart, in her firm grip she circles
round and round waiting
for the next demand of products to pick up
or put back, for the sake of it.
Her feet, unnoticed have grown raw and crusty with dried blood
and her ears deafened from the unending fire alarm that
she ignores into non existence.
She sings a song or two from time to time,
a desperate attempt at masking the chaos.
Strangers see the moo moo and curlers, unaware
of the fire brewing inside.
Until one day, The Delilah appeared, below the exit sign... she sensed the fire
and screamed till the woman woke from the haze. Now fully aware,
she smiles, reaches out
only to find, it was all an illusion.
Dec 19, 2011
the shovel and the crap
The city is not big but the demands
are no less. It is her life, after all.
She gives it all, till there is nothing left
Never expecting anything in return, but
hope is buried
under the apple tree in Freedom Park
(if it hasn't rotted)
The city buzzed with superior importance, just as long as
she gave day and night, without
a fight.... Of course.
If you do, of course we'll love you.
You know how lucky you are, you are the chosen one
be grateful... he's in the shadows, waiting and will do it better
anyway. If it weren't for this job,
you'd have nothing....
-------------------------------------
"You know, I think nothing would beat this crap. Where's my damn shovel???"
are no less. It is her life, after all.
She gives it all, till there is nothing left
Never expecting anything in return, but
hope is buried
under the apple tree in Freedom Park
(if it hasn't rotted)
The city buzzed with superior importance, just as long as
she gave day and night, without
a fight.... Of course.
If you do, of course we'll love you.
You know how lucky you are, you are the chosen one
be grateful... he's in the shadows, waiting and will do it better
anyway. If it weren't for this job,
you'd have nothing....
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"You know, I think nothing would beat this crap. Where's my damn shovel???"
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 13, 2011
the cage
thoughts, caged in solitude
like the wild lion, once free,
pacing,
waiting...
for one of the Many locks to loosen
its grip, always
forgetting that upon escape
euthanization inevitably follows...
like the wild lion, once free,
pacing,
waiting...
for one of the Many locks to loosen
its grip, always
forgetting that upon escape
euthanization inevitably follows...
Dec 12, 2011
Landlord
Just call me G and my body
Shakes like a quake at sea.
You have no desire
to close line me on a wire, but
It don't matter if the rent on intent
Is paid. Fuck it, I'm still livin' it
unless she evicts my ass!
Shit! I'd hit it if I had the damn key.
But that don't matter, there's always
Whiskey and the shine of the moon.
That ain't just a line, girl
Come here, let's give it a whirl.
I know you're listening.....
Shakes like a quake at sea.
You have no desire
to close line me on a wire, but
It don't matter if the rent on intent
Is paid. Fuck it, I'm still livin' it
unless she evicts my ass!
Shit! I'd hit it if I had the damn key.
But that don't matter, there's always
Whiskey and the shine of the moon.
That ain't just a line, girl
Come here, let's give it a whirl.
I know you're listening.....
Dec 9, 2011
Flatlined
...they weren't just words. (FYI,)
but 2 nights ago, maybe 3?
I took a blow
BAM! right in the gut,
Everything stopped. (my heart,)
It wasn't because of that girl, but...
duffle bags?
hm!
I'd been considering
a yard sale.
I've been trained (please note)
My mouth now
zipped. (is yours?)
Please, no?
I'm afriad of
what a yard sale sign (...for the taking!)
is gonna cost
you know, in case
I get strapped.
but 2 nights ago, maybe 3?
I took a blow
BAM! right in the gut,
Everything stopped. (my heart,)
It wasn't because of that girl, but...
duffle bags?
hm!
I'd been considering
a yard sale.
I've been trained (please note)
My mouth now
zipped. (is yours?)
Please, no?
I'm afriad of
what a yard sale sign (...for the taking!)
is gonna cost
you know, in case
I get strapped.
Dec 4, 2011
Incessantly Aware
Not a touch or a glance,
but your sheer
existence, like origami
curls a toe or ten.
Hell, just the sight of your name
sets me aflame, period.
And well, not even 9 hours without ac
in hundred degree heat, birth
more wetness in me, from just your aura
again and again.
I can't even imagine
what more you could give me baby...
Without any effort at all, you've
given me every
color in existence, in a world
that for me,
was always black and blue.
I don't know how you do
what you do,
only to say, I'm grateful
that you are.
Dec 1, 2011
yea, whatever
Dreams,
they buzz
like a trapped fly
beating its head against the window,
being taunted
from the beauty that
LIES
outside.
they buzz
like a trapped fly
beating its head against the window,
being taunted
from the beauty that
LIES
outside.
on a diet of strange
eyes shift
with regrets and Lies
never spoken Or
even whispered
but swallowed, and absorbed.
with a hallow Vulnerability.
Even
purging, a constant failure.
Like A Slippery rock,
It drops
Emotionless,
just below the heart
right in the gut, where it
grows into a massive mass
of
broken dreams and promises
...becoming so full, there's
no room for dessert.
with regrets and Lies
never spoken Or
even whispered
but swallowed, and absorbed.
with a hallow Vulnerability.
Even
purging, a constant failure.
Like A Slippery rock,
It drops
Emotionless,
just below the heart
right in the gut, where it
grows into a massive mass
of
broken dreams and promises
...becoming so full, there's
no room for dessert.
Nov 29, 2011
Perpetrater
I only need look up to the skies where
her eyes are the seething storms, passing me by.
Those lips. OH, you must know
they rip me at the core, leading me.
needing.
pleading. For a score.
Those fingers, HA! Just one
caress from those fingers lingers
a decade, or four. But who's counting?
Because with
Just the thought of your breath, well... it keeps me
at the depths of a plea that will never hear me.
And you know, next comes the pleading
of no more goodbyes at the meeting of
her thighs. Holy High Hell!!! The Beginning
of the ending, and back again in a slippery slope.
In a pervasive haste, if
you need the body of mine against yours,
meet me at nine, leaning back
feeling it in the rhythm of the universe
calling your name. and mine.
her eyes are the seething storms, passing me by.
Those lips. OH, you must know
they rip me at the core, leading me.
needing.
pleading. For a score.
Those fingers, HA! Just one
caress from those fingers lingers
a decade, or four. But who's counting?
Because with
Just the thought of your breath, well... it keeps me
at the depths of a plea that will never hear me.
And you know, next comes the pleading
of no more goodbyes at the meeting of
her thighs. Holy High Hell!!! The Beginning
of the ending, and back again in a slippery slope.
In a pervasive haste, if
you need the body of mine against yours,
meet me at nine, leaning back
feeling it in the rhythm of the universe
calling your name. and mine.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 8, 2011
2 4 1
No matter how hard a ball is thrown, it will always find stillness if no one is there to catch it….
Love's Memory
8 days or nights
or both, more
than 16 moments
to rest in your
bosom
The clock ticked
I didn’t notice
the tock
leaving time,
breathing in
your divine sensualness,
again.
my soul
resting in your hands,
the awakening of you,
me, us…
the taste of you
playfully dancing,
lingering
beyond 8 days or nights
or both, more than
16 moments,
I hope
or both, more
than 16 moments
to rest in your
bosom
The clock ticked
I didn’t notice
the tock
leaving time,
breathing in
your divine sensualness,
again.
my soul
resting in your hands,
the awakening of you,
me, us…
the taste of you
playfully dancing,
lingering
beyond 8 days or nights
or both, more than
16 moments,
I hope
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