the smell of happiness it is no more
the stench of worry lingers the air
a wall of thorns covered with ugliness
holds a rose that use to be pure and white
but now is stained black with pain

plucked from it's tree is a
black rose withering slowly with
a fading perfume of true sadness
crying with its petals closed

eyes filled with hesitation
so soft to the touch yet so
dry like a sandy desert island
a soul that dreams just too much

pokking through the mind's crevices
covered in rust completely deep within
is a growing disease of emotions with
a heart that ticks but too full to beat
yet pumpimg slow is cold yet thin blood
this face is a fountain spraying out dust

a wall of distrust holds bricks burning
just like a fire thats has lost control
a stomp of hatred has just taken over every
part of this heart once filled of love

with no time to enhale it all in
a soft and warm yet crying soul
is dripping wet with darkend fear
strangled by the tightened barbwire
cutting through each and every petal
leaving behind scars with shreds of pain
covering every inch of this garden of hell

What Am I?

Drips of joy and some of pain
peel me and find yet more restrain
but if you expect something deeper
water won’t cover up my given name
you will shed many drops from your eyes
so don't take these words by surprise

I know I may be a nuisance
within the growing fields
many may have complained
of my aroma and sight
I can't help how I was named
by God's given Light

who I am is just who I am
liked or disliked I am all the same
and I go by no other name

Friends were what we use to be
I was there for you as you were for me
we shared and passed secrets;
saw almost everything eye to eye
buddies we were you and I;
as a cobweb to a blinded fly
so complete, round as a circle, all in one loop
now two lonely lost feathers just blowing on by
do we even know what broke our friendship hoop
I received a letter one day with no real reason why
and all I found inside was the sad words "Good-bye"

a knotted kiss
in a bow of lies
bounded in bliss
yet undone in sighs

bottled with emotions of
impatient confused  thoughts
hopping lily-pads and jumping rocks
my brain holds it all
like a shooken soda bottle
....fizz...fizz....fizz...zzzzzzz..  ..

WAIT !!!  don't twist the cap..

my mind is like an incubator
for it may take a while for a good
idea to develop