Quiet meal, just the two of us
is something we still like to share.
It’s always easier to be ourselves
When no one else is there.

Slow dance, is still our favourite dance.
you and I together, me holding you near.
While you listen as I softly whisper
words of love in your ear.

Gentle passion, that’s how we want it
when you share your love with me.
Still romantic and always tender.
That’s how we like it to be.

It was cold and windy, always seemed to be the same
whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain.
Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do
that was his job and he always took pride in doing it too.
People knew him in the village where he’d made his home
this strange young man, who was always on his own.

Sometimes it feels like the pulsing energy of the sun
Other times there is barely a spark
Or is it really a rotation of night and day

Where does it go, where does it go?

I feel the flow from head to toe
Yet it passes in time, as if I were dead
Is it life or is it death

Where does it go, where does it go?

Sometimes it’s one, at times it’s two
Or can two be like one
Then what of two in simple repose

Where does it go, where does it go?

There are other things besides writing,
but the pen loves me like no other;
never holding back
unless being watched
by those over-the-shoulder-fuckers ...

scared rabbits;
don't offer me no carrots.

Freeing, isn't it;
saying it out loud,
writing it down,
getting lost in the ink,
the lines on the page;
giving in to the rage.

.
poetry
...a poem
and now the world is changed
'tis true
but, do not concern yourself

the flutter of a butterfly's wings
may induce a hurricane
half-way 'round the world

the butterfly is not
mindful of such
nor should the poet be

flutter your dance
and dance your flutter
to the next alluring flower

best speak no more of this

Body shaking violently
Tears flooding my vision
Knees lock in place
Fist clenched at my side
Sobs ripped out of my chest

No longer have a heart
It’s splintered and gone,
along with my sanity

Insomnia attacks
Depression appears
Suffering begins
Suicidal thoughts

Your vindictive smile
Sends me running
I used to be strong
I should have fought
I believed your lies
Threw my life away
Forced my hand
It needs to end

emasse
in the paradise of fault
the image is full of shadows
and ghosts like a negative
repeater shot

how I long for the brightness
and everyone says I have to
belong
and If I stay an outsider
in the quiet at the edge
where I can watch the stars

point your finger but theres space
now and I dont feel the bruise
on my chest

I still look up and let the snow fall
on my closed eyes
I can still reach that beauty
in a breath

Love and Kisses
I don't know why
When we say love,
The mind goes straight
To sex and lust,
Have we all forgotten?
Moms, pops, siblings
Kids and puppy love,
Which has no tinge of lust?
I suppose all minds have only rust

You are pathetic, you make me sick.
The stench of your banality
Permeates every pore.

I look at you and the violence within rises.
I want to destroy you,
Cave you in.

You have no shame,
and expel your innards,
vomit them over those about you.

Smug little features make me want to
Smack you down.
I'm gonna knock out.

A veneer of sweetness
That Makes me wanna puke
I'm gonna knock you down

Im going to expose you
You're a fraud,
You're my enemy

I possess a snapshot of you
in the camera of my mind,
you would've allowed me that courtesy
for it's the best print you could find!

You were standing alone in my garden,
and we both were on the same page,
the only negativity
were the flowers' jealous rage.

Other times, I sneak a look at you
and I can see inside your heart,
where I feel your dissappointments
and the rain begins to start.