I once knew a man
Who kept a monkey in his pocket
Why, he never said
If it was a joke, I never got it

Every now and then
It'd stick out its little monkey hand
Shaking yours for all it's worth
Expecting you to shake his back of course

He took that monkey with him
Everywhere that you could think
The monkey especially loved the movies
But not the ones too scary

And the monkey for all pretense
Loved to chew on Junior Mints
If the Concession stand was ever out of them
The monkey threw the biggest fit

None of this makes much sense
If you stop to think about it
Just making mention of the man I knew
That keeps a monkey in his pocket

Its come again
For the clock to sound
For the voices to cheer
As a new year, comes around

I hear a noise,
A thud! A stomp!
who is it, who is up?
At a place, just typing here,
wondering who is near,
curiosity fills my Head,
searching for answers..
Inside my mind!
A thing? A person?
A Pet? someone?
Lurking near,
close to me,
ill search,
an find..
something in time,
that noisy thing,
the answer to my..
question.

Tip-toe Tip-toe,
To and fro,
Don't get caught,
Don't move To Slow!

As hidden as Camouflage,
As Quiet as a Mouse,
As fast as a race-car
as sneaky as a child

find me here?
I think not,
I don't get caught,
I don't move Slow!!!

You are broken
for the purple lines
painted on pained pathways
and other roads that will not
walk back to him.

Even though you
parted your lips
parted your hips
letting him in
he will not
come *** again.

And though you think
that on the brink
of eternal dusk
he will look back
at you
with lust
and love,

He will not
because he never
wanted you as much
as you needed him.

I put on earrings today
the ones with the bronze suns
I woke to a blue sky
in winter

Lipstick on my lips
for the first time in 6 years
I laughed at my old fool
reflection

Sighs and forlorn stares
had long graced my view glass
now a clean canvas
before me

Most tentative, the first stroke
such a daunting liberty
my pallet still holds
all the colors

Could one forget how
to see in the mind’s eye
the shapeshifting forms
of the spirit

How many others have known,
The fruits of Chaos' seeds sown?
This is the sorrowful tale,
Of one seeking heaven and creating hell.

Once a star so bright,
Filled to bursting with light,
And as gentle as a stream,
Knowing many a dream.

But even strong fires begin to dim,
And beautiful flowers wilt at the stem.
This star fell from the sky,
And the Light began to die.

Now left in the Dark,
A soul left bare and stark,
At this point too late,
Lost in their hate.

Living in the shadows of life,
They found something in the Strife.
Setting aside their wrath,
They began a new path.

Even when the days were long,
It could be said nothing was wrong.
Maybe having it all,
Was the cause of their fall.

But it doesn't matter how,
It's all gone now.
The pleasure and the pain,
Wiped away like a stain.

How many know what it's like,
To lash out and Strike,
To tear and destroy,
Your own sense of joy?

This is the the story of the lost,
Nothing was the cost,
Nothing was the prize,
Past and future only lies.