Why’d you call
When you know I wouldn’t
Where did you get off thinking
What were we, to either of us
Who did you tell
I only come once in a blue moon
But when I do, it’s because I needed you
Not for us, but because I
Am
Cold
And
Lost
And honestly, quite susceptible
To irrational presumptions of guilt and doubt
But you
You steady me, somehow
And I feel sure of my path
So always light it
Even when I’m far away
Corner of the mouth is bleeding
I can read your words, but unable to find
The feeling, the gripping distain for my life
My mind, it is angry
But never, ever with you
The sun goes down on it everyday
And though I apologize it haunts me still
Greater than anything I’ve ever penned
For each time I try to talk to you
Another part of my enology is written
I could be smitten with a hundred, or merely one
Yet the curse cannot be broken
My grave is done
Don’t show me your body. Show me what’s underneath devious skin. Deceptive layers of flesh are hardly attractive in the darkness we dance in. There are galaxies of inevitable possibility within you. If I can reach inside I’d find the stars. NASA looks up, but I look straight ahead. For what I’ve already found, for what I wish to. Love isn’t just a four letter word that tells you I care. It’s a four letter word that tells you I don’t care what they think of us. If this reality is too hard for them, then find another one. But this is here. This is now. And this. These hours. These moments. These memories. This laughter. This family. These words. These publications. It’s mine. Mine.
Red
For the blood on my hands
And the remains of the heart
Still frantically beating underneath poached skin
Red
For the children who never matured with grace or dignity
And saw age forced upon them for the sake of sex
Still pulsating, their genitalia could hardly keep up
Red, oh Red
There was always more, one nights, one hundred nights
They could never be enough
But for the men who held them captive, there was always more
To go around, slap lipstick on three year olds
And force pills into toddler boys to make them harder
Red
For the tears uncollected by the outside
Prayers be pots and pans in a thunderstorm
Good wishes be the lifeboats of the Titanic
In all of the tweets there is but little compensation
For the children so hallucinatory that even their own lives
Seem imaginary
My piece, “I Know My Worth”, published on Whisper and the Roar
I know my worth
Are you sure about that
They ask me in the twilight hours
Caressing the vain sense and sensibilities
Of someone already caught in the eye
Storms vast, lighting strikes wide and deadly
The waves toss my hapless soul overboard
And plunge me deep into the abyss of sorrows
But alas, they are not my own
Not mine to keep
Just bitter tales of man and woman
Too deep in love to remain apart
When the fates have aligned they should
Swords run through aghast faces
Spears pluck the youth from their mothers
And leave carcasses piled high to heaven
Are you sure you know your worth
When everyone around you is bleeding
And everything is choking on the blood
Not of their own, and not of yours
But of their forefathers, and all their mistakes
How blessed can life truly be when pain
Is served for…
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Whisper to me
If you would but listen
I would take you to the end of the world
Time is a spectre of our finality
But together we can last forever
The breasts on which I lay my head
Is a portal to worlds unknown to men
Softly you trace my heart
Tender hands are the key to my servitude
I align myself with your body
Eyes locked into each other, tongues awash
In remembering the love we shared last night
The coffee on your breath engulfs my nostrils
And I taste the bitter regret locked away
Hide it down, deep down, but you can’t hide
Never, my head searches your innermost being
Kissing the pretty pink lips of your womanhood
Biting in earnest to bring you back
Reeling the tears out of your portal eyes
I land a million kisses upon your cheeks
Each one deeper than the first
I feel your nails digging into my back
And thighs that just won’t be still
When we’re locked together, like this
There’s nothing I would leave hidden
And everything I would miss
Just to share this moment with you
To bring you comfort and pain
Morning glory and evening rain
Flaud as you are
There’s something that pulls me closer
And I can’t let it go
My poems on the exploitation of women for Whisper and the Roar
Down
Down
Down
Deep into the darkness we go
Depths uncharted but by one
Death discharged into the youngest one
Down
Into the valleys we praise the one light
Down
Into the dungeons we sing our names
The last trinket of humanity remains
In souls that were pure and sane
Down
We become human no more
The key to our paradise is just a door
For lust to be ejected and erected
Down
Go our heads, hands, and feet
Offset by the blood and tears going up
On and on go turned on males
But down goes our daughters
Down to our wives
Down to mothers
Pour a little oil
The pour a lot
The anguish of their tears matters not
Do it for the culture
Do it for the vultures
The predators on back pages
And the scum of Hollywood stages
Chain…
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