"Oh, yes. That hurt.
That hurt like a thousand slaps from a
Thousand teachers each. Like

Dragon claws dripping with bile and
Venom into male ego exposed. Ego
And pride and the nature of the bottles

Of labelled **** that you threw back,
Chickening out on cold, hard reality.
Once again.

Friends and lovers lost, some long,
Some not. All gone with the wine. You
Could have written volumes by now.

Recorded legendary albums, created
Art like few others.
Yet, every millidrop of your

Blood screams for someone, or
Something rather, to take you
Away from all that's everyday.

Be it even war." Well,
I want peace, now.
Battleworn and

Empty from facing all the same
Demons. Chainmail shredded,
Body worn on the inside from

Aqua Vitae and ale.
It hurts. It hurts like a thousand
Freshly sharpened pencils carving

Into the exposed areas of my love
For bad nostalgic habits and
Days after days with drink, laughter

And inhaling
The air of temporary excitement,
Picking at scabs and naming myself

Surgeon, letting the hearts of others
Pick up my tab when one of us
Inevetably leaves;  

Those freshly sharpened pencils
Carving mantras to keep me alive
And wake me the Hell up, like:

"The people I
Need do not
Need me like

This," and
*"I have
Pride."

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                                "A
          lot of the time I feel like I'm
               in love with someone
                    I've never met
                                  .
                                  "











































.

There's not a man
Who doesn't know
There's more to life than this

That God is gently waiting by
to greet us with a kiss

He truly only wants your love
Forgiveness has been won

His Love is free
our sins nailed to a tree
All done for us by his son

There's Love that makes the world go 'round
There's love that lasts forever

But, Love for you is so profound
                      I'll
                   Never
                   Leave
                      You
                     Ever!

this thing is very pretty.
it does not say much,
its cheeks are pale over
and beneath blossomed with crimson.

it has 2 light eyes
of greeness which
move softly over the nose
and lips–2 florid strips of pinking.

its hair is spun of evening sunlight,
red hushed and riven with ray.

this thing is rare
and beautiful
and lovely beyond lovely.

this thing is a girl,
she says
her name.

her eyes move softly,
and her cheeks shine as blood with snow.

few things have ever been so perfect,
few things have ever been so girl.

"I tried."

After all, "I love you."

(what more could i do?)

at work I think of you
and all the nasty things we do

clock in clock out
your body knows what I'm talking about

9 am your desire I awake
minutes to hours it takes

at 12 I'll have you for lunch
I'll heat it up with my warm touch

5 pm and it's time to go
you ask me to stay----but no

wait yes-----
I could use this over-time ***

when I'm here or there
I wish to go home
but at home, I'm alone.

when I'm with you,
I wish you were gone
but when you are gone, I feel so alone.

songs play on the radio for so long
sweet melodies excite my lonesome bones,
but even enjoying music I am still alone.

eye smile
replaying your laugh
like a angels song

eye smile
missing your touch
now since it's gone

eye smile
picturing those windows of gold
for a night, your heart you let me hold

now eye wanna cry
remembering how you left me
without saying *good-bye