I stand in a graveyard
of buried bodies, ideas and dreams..
Surrounded by millions of tombstones
the Epitaph
i dread to read..
The darkness welcomes me home
like a mother waiting for her child.
Tonight i dine with the ghosts
that hunts my night..
.
How do i show mama
the graves beneath my bed?
Where the innocent heads
she raised was killed and buried.
This holes dug by depression are deeper than her love could fill.
.
The silence is loud
i can hear them call
from within
This lovely voice of the devil
i can't resist..
Tonight
i shall split my wrist
and
lie with my forefathers.
.
(c) Jay.E.udo

Never fall in love with a poet
They will break you apart like stanzas
rhyme your pains in lines
And leave a piece of you in every written piece
You become a metaphor
A simile, an oxy-*****
The IRONy of love melting to the sarcasm beneath their tongues.
.
Never fall in love with a poet..
They have the poetic LIE-SENSE
To imprison your mind with every SENTENCE that escapes their lips.
They will tear you apart
like rough draft,
burn you, and then
call it arts.
You become a box of poems
A commodity to the arts.
.
Never fall in love with a poet
they are too creative with love
too creative with words.
They will **** the ''I'' in simile
just to make you smile.
.
Never fall in love with a poet
if you don't have the he{art}.

Oh, strange friend!
Let thy presence fill me once again.
Thou art close yet far away,
trapped behind written words,
The true definition of love,
when shall i see thy pretty face?
.
Oh, strange friend!
Let me behold thy face,
that i may read thee as a book.
For in facebook i hath found thee,
and in thee i hath love
encrypted in every 'hellos' and 'hies'
you sent right into my inbox,
when shall i see thy pretty face?
.
Oh, strange friend!
I hope we meet again tonight,
on this very app of surprises.
I hope you say those lovely words
that takes my cheeks high
and cause my heart to smile;
i hope to see thy pretty face
even for a while.
.
Strange friend!
©Jay.E.udo

I see the beautiful mask you wear,
A type that set your cheeks on a hill and play our eyes.
This makeup of lies;
lay a foundation on your face
and build a perfect smile of deceit,
beautifully
hiding the pains beneath your eyes...
.
I see the beautiful mask you wear,
those clothes that covers the pains beneath your skin.
pose for the camera
hope the flashlight
illuminate your soul and force your cheeks to smile.
The pictures of you
pictures paradise
but your heart lives in hell,
burning
Broken
drenched of sorrow..
Yet you somehow still draw those eyebrows so well and walk graciously on those heels..
.
They call you FAKE
I call you STRONG.

The sight of you is like taking alcohol before meal..
It's gets me high..
When those ***** on your chest dance to the rhythm of my heart.
my soulless soul found peace between your thighs
the express road to paradise...
So lemme drink from the spring that flows from your chest
the breast milk of liberty...
Let your ******* sleep in my mouth and wake to the calling of my tongue...
Lets both moan in love....

Hello poetry...
Can we have this chat?
So i can spread my heart
on papers and hope you see it's broken pieces..
Let me bleed this painful sweet nonsense for my fingers are trembling in frustration and my pen is cold.
.
Hello poetry...
Can you please pick up the phone
before i pick up the gun.
My demons are right here.

I have no more poems left in me,
Am just a poet without the ''e''.
A black *** filled with broken words,
burning out my sanity.
So, keep the ''i love you'' phrase
to yourself
cause at the end of the day
am just a tool you wash and use whenever you want.,
.
I have no more poems left in me,
am just a poet without the ''o''.
A pet to your selfish desires,
broken and tamed....
No more deadly kiss...
No more fake love...
Let me have my free-doom.
©Jay.E. Udo