un – desired
A kiss of fear
A kiss of death my dear
A kiss of sinking tears
A kiss – no longer – desired
The Fool
Who will grieve you
In foreign lands, scarred and burning
Who will grieve you
On Mother soil, scarred and hurting
Who will grieve you
Locked up, scarred and shivering
Who will grieve you
Hanging by your belt, scarred and fooled
Canon fodder on home soil – soon forgotten
game of self
It turned out to be a game of
Cat n Mouse
After a few carefully directed flicks on the
Mouse
.t.h.e.
P..U..S..S..Y drowned
alone
Fisticuffs
My joys are
Gone; disappeared during a drunken
Fight; the Words challenged the Music to a
Fisticuff; poetry lost but the banging head
Sympathize; both gone; no heart for poetry
Remains; I read your words; nothingness
Bubbles; I hear your words; stillness
Rumble; my joys are
Gone
the voice in the mist
I think it might be for the best, my best that is, if I “pass” on this invitation to be “Only Friends” as you suggest. I wanted more but like most of my ideas they would eventually fall flat needless to say. I need a friend that does not make me feel bad about feeling bad, you do; at times at least, lack the gentleness of which I crave. You claim you want to support me, yet the hand you extend most times come swinging, leaving invisible bruises for me to tend at my leisure. As a parting thought you should know, you were the first Woman I have ever fallen for. For better or for worse, the path ahead unlit and shrouded in mist, like the storyline from a book, narrated with your precious voice.
In silence abiding
I would if I
…Could
Present to you my
…Words
Spoken in common tounge
…Accented
But discomfort, dislike and
…Hatred
I avoid my voice in
…Public
So silent I will
…Remain
My words a voice
….Deprived
My words in silence
Abide
Quicksand; an embrace
How do I take the next step?
Leave the shadows behind.
Embrace the light and love they say
awaits those who deserves it.
How do I take the next step?
When all I see is quicksand.
Sinking further down with every
Embrace that fails to reach
Me
Glossy Lips
Spiders,
The silken soft threads that wraps me
The wholly unshaven, wavering thought
Abandonment
The yarn that binds me
I waver
I no longer…
Long…
For the spy I once was
The gladiator; cold
A biped
Kissed on the cheek
The abating shivers of old,
dancing