Night has come
The city gives birth to light
I keep quiet
Just stay quiet
Listen to the pavement
It calls
The lights call
Just keep quiet
Stay quiet
Listen to the sound
The sidewalk beckons
Night has come.

A lonely person stays to not be alone
No matter the pain, the hurt, the lies.
No one wants to be alone
feeling the emptiness at night,
going insane with the need to be held,
spoken to,
smiled at.

Yearning for the need.
A need to be kissed,
a need for love.
The love won't come, fooling yourself
Trickery at its best.
Deception.

Then its over, said and done.
Pure lonliness has come.
Silence at night,
creatures creeping around every dark corner,
and you just wonder why.

dream breakfest
hour bleak of dawn
your voice ignites
the dark startling
the stars

the heartdance hit
slamming a wave of light

Ditch this fucked life
wait for black coffee
to fill up yesterday
our history in a cup
like sugar grains
the painful snow bright

still
wait

sleep lost in dreams
the mumble park
like summer dayz
and blossom stark

To think the pain that comes is felt to learn
To stand the pain I bare the truth of hurt
To know the hurt I learn to take its truth
To break the threat of hurt I check my pain
To void the hurt I know before it comes
I learn to track the signs of hurt in time
I break its press before it writes the hurt
I think I know the signs although I’m blind
I look to read the pain of thoughts inside
I lose the train of thought when pain arrives

''You've got to see the elephant for what it is.'' So she said some where...

The embracement /embarrassment,
must be man's,
B’coz elephants have 48 inches long,
Yes! You heard it right.
Man’s by now you all know

Ele’s is solid muscle,
Did you know?
And
a bucket full of semen
and
oozing more...
Man’s by now you know...

Hopefully, I myself assure...

Awakening into this,
the body's bliss
fine-tuning the vibration
into early-morning's baby-breath....

Damn, Sam! It's so freakin' cold, stepping
barefoot into the air, down-comforter warm.
Our bodies still sleeping in its natural heat
did not know what happened to the furnace,
why it died overnight.

As we sit enveloped by new night
on a crisp and clear October eve
beneath the moon and star's cold light
with faces turned up to receive.

The cheery light of cedar burning
casts flickers from the fire pit
reminding us of past hot yearning
as we warm ourselves in front of it.

I need not see to know your form
familiar from so many years
of sharing life and bed so warm
and even more than a few tears.

the blue glare that drives you crazy is almost welcome now;

but only when you must get something down

to show the usernames you've come to trust

in almost anonymous Neoland.

In that particular place,

you can stretch your babybat wings and fly off

to find someone else with ink running through their veins.

there you found a few fingers to

grasp in your tiny beginners hand;

one aged with meter and syllable count and all that boring stuff.

someone who is also a dancing monkey for their own words

OFFICE POLITICS

When a name is christened
Penciled in on business plan
To excel when challenged
It means a lot to the clan

Walking the path to perfection
Separating odds from the flush
Like a refinery purging pollution
While we take along the brush
Distilled residue of human nature
Office politics, rested on ego
Queried the mode of the venture
Compelled to drag the embargo

whom drew your blade
and slipped that lock
let light fall again
in the dark
where I pushed thoughts
like a rock

"whadda yah want from me"
(how I was surly and mean)
and in the same breath
would comb your hair
and through rain run
to get you a share
of this and that

"Its a trick" I spoke
that many use to buy your
trust
be always wary of the ruse
when they turn
and your blade has grown rust