his heart like a 20 oz framing hammer
his fists a sledge
his mind keen as a straight edge and razor knife
his body made hard from long hours
a grip like a pipe wrench
he would shake hands with vise grips
his gaze unnerving
but smart
he could see through the blueprints
when he laughed , which was seldom,
he shook the foundations.
When you needed his help,
he was there.

i find myself feeling
so small
so insignificant
at the worst times

like when
your hand is in mine
and your fingers can traverse
such a large expanse

while i can barely
manage to hold on
to anything
for too long

and even when
i find my grip
the other side
lets go

your mind
has decided
not to be
your friend
right now -

but i am
always
your friend

People, they don't wish to see, or hear
Reality
They like only what they see, that is pleasant,
Their reality,
Consists only of *******
Parties, skin,
Thats it
Skin, and bone
No more,
No less
Silly creatures
Feeling nothing,
Seeing
Even
Less,
Yep,
Thats people

Heaven help us all,
And GOD bless

She counted time not,
In hours or even days
But in stollen moments
Glances, caught
From loving eyes
Graceful touches,
Deemed "sins"
The wife of a beast,
Daughter of a merchant
She, the sold wares
Counting not, the hours of absense
But time gauged in wishes,
Her scarlet letter, blackened
Worn over her breast
Scars hidden,
Beneath fine clothes
She wears the jewels given her,
To blind onlookers
To the cloaking darkness,
That covers her soul

In life, others are only seen to be players within neurons that pass by my receptors, providing me with entertainment, sadness, laughter and often great joy.

Teeth, and gums
A beat
Drums
Biting,
Tearing of flesh
Pain,
With "LOVE"
Ameshed,
Bleeding hearts
Pieces,
And parts