My voice has been stolen..
My hands have been bound..
My mind has been drugged..
A surface is nowhere to be felt
or found..
My legs are paralyzed
by a kiss so venomous
it has shut my entire system down..
Suffering from writers block
although this poem proves it's a paradox
for there is one ray of sunlight
shining through my wooden box
from two different sources of hope
that remain painfully in the distance
My eyes carve the words in the wood
within my poetic grave
She got away and I realized it too late
failed to see the death sentence on that lisence plate
as she literally drove away
with everything I loved
Just one thing remained..
the pain of a broken promise that she would stay

Now I've changed..
with a broken throat
I laugh within my shallow grave
For my voice has been taken away
but the fire still resides
I will fight, grab the shards
from my broken honour and pride
to get back what is both yours and mine..
My heart is healing in a safe place now..
Far from harm, only allowed to be tended by one person
My soul kept warm, steadily sleeping at home
never alone..
I will walk through day and night
my fire burning bright
fiery eyes, pierce through the darkest of nights
with wit, salvaged from my ancestors
to provide the sharpest of minds
to push for everything that is well within my right..
I will break out of this grave
because it is nothing more than an illusion
I will fight and at the end of the day
the truth will meet both our eyes..
Time to rise, the sun is burning bright
this morning..

Shattered soul
rests drifting through floating remnants
of an ancient spark
this spark is fragmented and scattered
it's flame died out eons ago
drifting trough the undescribable something
words to describe this feeling of dread
do exist yet
the greatest poet's mind simply rejects it
in selfdefence
it is this place where we reside
it is this place we strive to know
it is this place we strive to describe
but we can't
and we never will
to uncover this place
would mean it would be exposed
there for everyone to see
eyes that can glare at this place
stripped naked, bare
innocent, pure
what once lied in the shadows
covered by a dark veil
kept safe by the shared consciousness
of the Poet that binds us all
would lie naked
like a remnant in a glass house

I'll grab you from behind and thouroughly poetry slam you through all four corners of the room.
We'll kiss untill we lift dust and roll across the room. Barreling through we whisper three words that couldn't be said too soon: baby watch out! A broom falls and interrupts our resonating groove. Fixated on our sizzling mood. We dance and in one waltz move we interlock and intertwine. In one fell swoop, we continue to make love, we can't waste time. Days go by didn't even gaze at how the moon shines. Not even dazed by the sunlight this stage is our sunrise. Hand marks on the windows, sweaty palms on the walls, sticky sheets on the carpet..paint on the canvas, my face on that canvas?! Your waist on your canvas?! What did we paint on that canvas?! We got laid on that canvas?! Thats a mistake but I can't complain I ******* love the art that we make. I could do it all day..

It doesn't matter where you are,
It doesn't matter where you hide,
I will always find you
and I will save you
No matter how many times.