tumble rain
this crawl
falling

how you've met me in the distance
and here we tender ideals
and slip phrases across
the table
gliding

Her voice was like the Angel's melody
That could heal the heart's malady.

How jealous were the seraphims
While concealing their darkness through their whims.

A peach that promises eternity
Was sent in her chamber with utmost secrecy.

Delighted for such a gift of immortality,
She ate the Seed that rooted her endless melancholy.

Unable to sing, she watched the dawning of the day
And cursed all the Angels with words she couldn't say...

delicate?
hardly!

grizzled
tough
aged in whiskey
and want

living by wit
and grunt
and a natural flair for meanness

raw knuckles
broken teeth
don't belie his rock hard words

nonetheless,
in somee strange unaccountable way
he fascinates

who can argue that at times
brute truth
is delightlfully refreshing

I'll beat you bloody
with my bare bruised fists
you will hear me
as I scream
truth! truth! truth!
no matter what the truth
it's mine
you swine
grovel in submission
I am the super man
gainsay me if you can
when I say nothing.

My truth is mine,
you swine.
Every opinion is right and no-one could possibly be wrong.

A nightmare dream

I dreamt of a nightmare I once had
that frightens me no longer
thinking of this dream or nightmare
I feel now I am stronger.

This nightmare was a life I had
long ago when I was cowed
I dropped this life along with fear
to stand and say I’m proud.

Proud to be the man I have become,
even more so of my kin
Through them I’ve found my perfect niche
also that sometimes we can win

He Lives with more than one abuser
The older one is a boozer
The younger thinks he's a loser

He wants to seriously hurt them each
The older one uses her speech
The younger uses anything in reach

He now drinks to stay calm
The older one wont answer to mom
The younger one is a time bomb

He sits in his dark room by oneself
The older one dis relates herself
The younger one abuses himself

I was down and out  
Languishing in the black bowels of Hell
Writhing in agony  
Mental anguish debilitating me

But now I'm back
And I rise
Im fighting,
Im on the attack

Loneliness won't defeat me
I'll grab life by the scruff
And get what's mine
I'll defend my corner 

Sick of being walked over
Trodden on
I will prevail
Life wont win

Won't be tossed about
By others actions and my emotions
Im taking back my power
I'm not giving in

PALE REFLECTIONS

I am a pale reflection of yesterday
a shadow wandering through the days
painful to itself and the soul it bears.
the child I was to those who bore me.
lingers somewhere in patient anticipation
not knowing what is to come
yet certain of its coming...
and wishiing it were not so

I close my eyes and
focus, listen
but the more you say
the less I understand

Tears tear stitches
sewn then broken
scars stressed and aging
redden on my hands

A slip and then a papercut
a skid and then a fall
"remember us, remember me,
I won't forget to call"

I miss you's, not I love you's
come back but not to me
are our suns still the same
maybe that is why you can't see.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,