He’s got some sweet spider lashes
Like a tidal wave he comes and crashes
round emerald reflecting pools his iris
fractured shards jeweled spectrums
saturated azure shades electric blue
arctic white porcelain chiseled stone
iridescent rose gold cheek bones
ruby red stained shimmering pout
prismatic copper toned curly locks

on Friday night just after 10
small town locals gather talkin ****
standing outside a dive bar dimly lit
a loud crowd of obnoxious drunk derelicts
anxiously wait gossip and smoke cigs
faint amplified sounds of acoustic guitars
play practiced late night written chords
half lit ***** drenched musicians
with whiskey soaked rockstar ambitions
strum vintage Gibson’s and fender strats
songs about lost loves what if’s and regrets
behind a big shiny silver microphone stand
prominently displayed fancy cowboy hat
his handmade tailored studded boots
tap in rhythm sipping a glass of absolute
charred smokey voice like a burnt cigarette
personifies a James dean confidence

She’s a pretty pearl with a sinister smile
Highly addictive and somewhat vile
Light the flame she sizzles and pops
Like little crumbs of white  rocks
Adorned with hues of reds and blues
Blowing out dark smokey plumes
The way she makes you feel so high
Waves of pure happiness slowly float by
Hungover at 3 am in a ***** motel
4 shots of whiskey still feel like hell
A few sips of beer and I’m out the door
Money in hand to cop some more

He introduced himself as Four
Told me to listen and closed the door
I have a confession i need to make
To right the wrongs of my mistakes
My sins are numbered by my name
dark secrets I’ve held and soley claim
One Sunday morning a plot unfolds
Took a life to save her soul
The second occurred at 21
A bar several beers and a gun
Number three a damaging lie
Hurt many close friends of mine
The fourth accused as a thief
Charged convicted and found guilty
Prayed repented and asked for forgiveness
Meditated deeply and contemplated
Searched endless for this very moment
For gods approval and atonement

Translucent dim lit paper moon
Slightly faded pale subdued tones
Delicate meloncoly hues gossamer gold
royal blues ethereal undertones
halos rings emits eclectric solar beams
radiates a rare luminescent glow
Shiny satellites inferior installations know
Gems of pearlescent ethereal stones
Composed orchestrated melodic overtones
Glorious galaxies of metallic chrome
Explored precious irredentist milestones

While on my  way to a friends gathering
I came across some boys walking
they spoke to me said I was pretty
I shied away from complimentary
they tore my dress ithat day
As I screamed  my little screams
covered my mouth no one could hear me
I bled my soul that day, no recovery
hands and parts in and all over me

Forcing and thrusting against my body
Shoving and pulling holding me down
After they finished left me there to bleed
Some nights I relive this haunting memory
Echos of voices penetrate my dreams
this is the day I lost my virginity

I tell my story It serves as a warning
To all the happy sweet nice innocent girls
Don’t be so **** trusting of what you hear
Not all  compliments from boys are sincere
Stop wanting thier approval and attention
Be aware if this very painful lesson

November’s Icy fierce windy freeze
December’s snow quietly dreamed
January every second the longest hour
February told the clouds to shower
March’s moods and loud tantrums
Swelled like waves from the ocean
April grew colors of sweet perfume
May lit up the sky with yellow hues
June pushed me to heal my wounds
July honestly just spoke the truth
August sang sweet melodic harmonies
September walks and her majestic trees
October with its peircing blue skies
November’s landscape caught my eye
December and all it’s glorious white
January snowflakes sparkled in the twilight
February urged me to find my voice
March didn’t give me much of a choice
April is my new absolute favorite
May revealed some dark secrets
June helped me find my happiness
July I felt like myself again!
August taught me I am enough
September’s lessons I listened for once
November is when I fell back in love
December glowed and brightly glistened
the smallest speck as big as infinite space
Each continent sized second has a significant place