You walk by and it hits me
Like a brick wall.
It is subtle, yet powerful.
It washes over me making
that warm spot in my lower belly
even warmer, yet it sends chills
and shivers down my spine.
Spicy and dark, it hints
at a hidden passion.
The darkly seductive sex-god
that women so desire.
But a hint of your day,
only makes you more human
and approachable.
Autumn waves over me
months too soon.
All because you carry the
crisp leaves in your skin.
You are palpable and delicious
and sweet and cool to the touch.
Hold me now, or I fear
I might never let you go.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 5:49 PM UTC
You are no more here
Than I am there.
Keep the red bugs for yourself.
I don't want to be there
Trapped in this plaster box.
I have the key,
I just need to learn how to use it.
Freedom has its price,
One that puts us in chains.
I would rather be roaming the world,
Releasing inexplicable emotion,
Feeling the rawness of humanity.
To see it at its best and its worst.
But where i am, my keeper wont let
The worst come and teach me a lesson.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 2:12 PM UTC
I am the wind at your side,
But by your laws, I cannot abide.
I am the water within you,
But the balance must remain true.
I am the fire that lights your eyes,
But without a pulse, I am no prize.
I am the ground that keeps you sane,
But if you float away, I am not to blame.
I am the spirit that will live on forever,
Because I am the way you are for the Ever
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 2:12 PM UTC
I have got to make it tomorrow.
I must know what happens next
I don't like to be out of the loop
I am always in the life of the party
And if something happens tomorrow
And I am not there, I don't know
What I will do. I might die.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
The killer in me whispers to me now.
Nocturnal urges creep up too.
Inspired by the musical chorus of How?
The killer in me sees it all to true.
I don't know why. I don't know how.
But the killer in me wants to **** you.
A bemused idea really. A psychopathic vow.
All I know, is it is there, I know it's true.
How poetic, romantic it is, really I must insist.
An emotion, an urge being all on its own.
The reasons of allurement I cannot list.
Why I should be the one, on this throne.
The killer in me, sees with cynical eyes.
She knows the beauty of the Death.
And grants the victim an indulgence through lies.
Sees, understands the gift, the favor, of every breath.
I am the killer that observes the light leave,
That takes no remorse in wrong, exciting deeds.
I watch the sick, unseemly fantasy I weave.
I know it is the killer in me that yearns and needs.
The killer in me says that it is perfectly, consummately OK.
The fundamental guidelines do not apply to us as one.
This is the way we are, our prevalent, primal way.
This is how we quiet the voices, this is how its done.
Cold and precise and splendid, the killer is an artist.
Taking pride in her work, making it true craft.
"The killer in me will never surface." I insist.
But when I said that, she just smiled and laughed.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC
To be defined as
Conforming to standard
To be just like any other *******
This is what is to be pandered
The good name ‘Unique’ is slandered
To be gerrymandered,
Nonstandard, and substandard
To be normal?
Referring to the common type
To understand ordinary hype
To be stereotyped
To have a good reason to gripe
To be normal?
To be defined as only average
To live in societies cage
To suffer such rage
Looking for love on an empty page
Missing out on a golden age
To be normal?
Bound in law isn’t free
Conforming to minor guarantee
To pay life’s admission fee
If I were you, the joke is on me
Normal isn’t what you should be
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 9:30 AM UTC
I don’t want to feel
I don’t want to know what is real
There is no reason to conceal
It is all so surreal
It is all so beautifully unreal
I like it that way
And no, you don’t have a say
Keep your opinions at bay
My life is not for you to display
I will not take this or obey
I am happy the way that I am
Isn’t that enough for you
Do you have to make me suffer too?
Along with you and you and you
This is all I ever knew
I swear it’s true
You say I can’t be happy the way I am
But I beg to differ and say I can
I refuse to be your preliminary exam
Because quite frankly I don’t give a ****
Don’t you see what you put me through?
I am worthy of this taboo
What say you?
Because I say “Adieu”
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 4:58 PM UTC
Everything is large when you look at right.
The right angle of perspective doesn’t make it right.
Atonement is beyond your grasp.
Colorful sins creep by your gaze like an Asp.
You eat the mud the fool told you would heal.
But just because the fool says, doesn’t make it real.
It’s all evil over the trees, says the wrong God.
You breed living water, and call it a façade.
It’s all too bizarre, the though will never end.
It is your life, but is for others to condescend.
It is always in the night, the living water haunts.
It wasn’t God or foe that did this, but it is what you flaunt.
From which dreams will you choose to portray,
The God you though you had, never went away.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 2:50 PM UTC
Woman, Hear my cries.
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, So powerful are they.
With your haunting eyes
And your seductive ways
Only you can match
The game he plays
You can make it end
A sway of your hips
I swear lord
This is just one bad trip
Woman, hear my cries
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, so powerful are they
All you have to do,
Is work a little bit
Of your natural juju
The man is down with it
Fire in your fingertips
Heavens known in your lips
Won’t you cast your magical spell
Honey it will do us all well
Woman, Hear my cries.
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, So powerful are they.
Baby you can put them in their grave
Those **** worthless knaves
Thanked by a woman’s generation
No more silent contemplations.
Yeah it’s safe for all.
Come listen to the woman’s call.
Clad in only her leather black.
Only till she’s needed will she come back.
Woman, Hear my cries.
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, So powerful are they.
Ha!
Not anymore Babydoll.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
It’s so transparent above the shadows,
We could create invisible pictures in the dark.
Our morals have reached new lows.
Our immortal sins leave their mark.
Words! They circle the night air.
The phrases and sentences take their place.
Heavy wind makes the ozone tear.
Danger in this world has a new place
In the alleys, dank cats suffer a tomb.
But the decree is final, the King has won.
This place, Earth, is your new doom.
Life kind of ***** now that there is now fun.
Weird and red against the mists,
An uncomfortable silence fills your mind,
Without the words and long poetic lists,
A dark cover falls on this books bind.
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC