She hugged him so tightly

the air between them turned to mist

and in the mist rose words unspoken

of love and hate, desire and need

words of lust and betrayal, happiness and pain

no sooner were these worded formed did

the mists dissolve into yearning for a different life

a life free to seek her own fate

or drown as hope closed about her face

gently at first

but with ever greater weight as

she took one last breath before exhaling

all the sin she carried for others in her soul

never knowing if she would wake

forever changed

or crippled and bent

beneath the weight of the world



one last thought

they can never hurt her now

Yin and yang, beauty
and ugliness combined
in our effort to survive.
Some people just give up,
existing in the numbing space
between life and death,
past and present,
frozen in time.
This can never be said for poets
who abrade raw nerves with
the sandpaper of their writes
until memories spill onto the page
in artfully arraigned hieroglyphics of pain,
leaving clues for the reader
to examine and judge,
to revel in or deny the history of us,
as if our suffering were a badge of honor
and membership card
for the human race
or at least acknowledgement
our right to draw breath.

This is an angry poem and
meant to be read with shouted words.
This is for people to vent,
to throw all your angst,
frustration,
and mad into the reading.
That's how it's written,
fast and hard,
rushed headlong into before
all the cr*p we have bottled up inside
rips open our chest and
we see not the heart and lungs
that should be there
but only empty dreams.
There are no metaphors here
that aren't tinged in blood.
You won't find pleasant rhymes
but the rat-tah-ta-ta of savage words
shooting though lies
and finding innocent lives on
the other side of walls.
Society eats their dead
Soylent green for real,
as we step on the bones of
hopes and promises sold like drugs
we shoot in pin cushion arms,
looking for a vein that hasn't been drained
..... of our souls
This is an angry poem
because that's all that's left
to keep us alive and help us survive.
In a world filled with lies,
burning rage will do.

She came into your life
like metal in a microwave
storming the castle of self-worth
fighting the ghosts she sees in your eyes
throwing out junk crowding your mind
just to make room to breathe

But just who are you
without being haunted by
living, breathing memories failed love
grabbing hold of the dying embers
denying the vibrant life
she offers you

The gamble is all or nothing
and there are no rules
she said **** it a long time ago
made her own rules for the game of love
do not pass go, do not collect
promises in the dark

standing naked with hands on hips
head ***** slightly to the side
with eyes that see into the puzzle of you
and she smiles with the force of a hurricane

and your soul smiles in return