I'm too old for this, I just can't drink like I use too... but I can't stop myself either.  Just one more... and another... and one more and another round.  Drinking it all down, my head throbbing the whole time...  My hearts gonna give any day now.  I can feel it bleeding through my ribs as I drain another hour out of a bottle, another bottle lost to the sea of my addiction... this infinite ocean of blue euphoria.  I tell myself just one more... and hours pass and I'm still thisty for more.  I fall asleep with another full shot in my hand and that doesn't slow me down.  Doing the same ****** thing in my sleep, dreaming only makes it worse.  In this ethereal state every part of me is drunk and drinking nonstop... Here my heart is obnoxious and loud, shouting its lungs out... bragging about how wasted and trashed and how ******* good it feels.  Buying round after round for the rest of me.  I can't stop it, not a single aspect of me able to refuse the poison being poured into glass after glass.  Its stronger than *** or whiskey or moonshine or the devils sweat or gods blood... The glass never even had to touch my lips and I was hooked.  Now every minute of every hour of everyday, there is not a single moment when my heart isn't  drinking in another as it beats in this drunken dream.  In every glass and every bottle and every shot is a picture of you

My last chance to rage
My ink bleeds dry on the page
My final last words

Irish white skin
Red lips of fairy tales
Lost songs of yesteryear
Dancing in her eyes
Silk innocent skin
Wonder of Alice
Cat like smile
Cloud of lucid dreams
No place more like home
Than under her gaze
And the warmth
Of her arms

Why burn to ashes
  if not to raise up
Stronger in the
  Heartbeat of love
Why be consumed
  by the flame
If not to spread
  the purity
Of the perfection
  of desire
Why find perfection
  of beauty
If not to fix
  the faults of
Our hearts

Be prepared to lose
When the odds are against you
One day you will win

There lies a consciousness to the soul
That most would ignore
But if you hear its call
I must implore
That you listen to it close
For it is the difference between
Complicity and slavery
Don't sell your mind
For pennies on the dime
Embrace the possibility
Of freeing yourself
From mental slavery
Don't allow your children
To fade into the masses
Of the simplicity
Of being *****
Stand strong and fight
Love and unity
Is our last hope
And its drowning
To greed
And fear
And hate
And profit
And it's still
A world of US
VS them
And we have them outnumbered
But we're still losing
But that doesn't mean
We should give up hope
It isn't a world yet
Where Dollars
Beats sense
It's not too late
As long as
We still have at least
You
You to make
A stand
The world as it
Is today
May not be worth
Fighting for
But should that mean
We just lie down
And give up
Tomorrow

...

So please...
Take a breath
Even if it is your last
And listen
To your souls consciousness
And fight for
What your
Heart
Knows is right
Even if we are
On the
Losing side

Is it poetry or the lack of
It's hearts spilling on the page
So why all the rage
It's not facts about faith
So why all the hate
When brother attacks sister
Who attacks father
Who attacks mother
Who kills her children
How do you not see
Enough is enough
There are less sacred places
To spew your hate
This is meant
To be a place of joy
And encouragement
To let the feeble
Dance with the
Masters of their craft
So if your steps
Are full of malevolence
And spite
We will happily
Show you the door
Although we would
Rather say hello
We won't regret
Saying goodbye

Should it be a matter of faith
Or humanity
Is there a need to draw a line between love and lust
Or is it simple a matter of swimming
In the dull grey matter that connects us all
In the obvious knowledge we were all born
And we're all going to meet death
And the things that separate us are only guessed at best
Pray to your hearts content
But refrain judgment  and tolerate
Those with different views
Its one world
So give one love
Unite and celebrate
Our differences
Because in the end
The only person you might find
When you die
Is you

Worn down pencils and broken pens
Fingertips bleeding while words keep hammering down
Tears splash on the page
From the hearts  burning from rage
Let the naked truth consume
All you need is you
Let compassion drive your passion
Let kindness be your face
Use your words to pick the fallen up
Don't waste time trying to drag our brothers and sisters down
Only ego is at stake
When you use your voice
To spread ignorance and hate
Raise to mindfulness and wisdom
We are all one and the same
We can unite and survive
Survive and grow
Grow and thrive
Thrive and live
Hand to hand to hand
Not fist to fist to fist
Let fingers tangle
And souls converse
Let all eyes go blind
As our hearts learn
To make no distinction
Based on religion or race
One world one word
One love
Spread it like wildfire
And we will have
Heaven on earth
Let the gods retire
No more need to pray
On the day
We accept
Love as our
Only fate

One of these days
One of these days
I'm just going to go
Going to go home
I'll grab the devil by the tail
And I'll hold it 'till he wails
And lets out a howl
And I'll sail on his dead breath
Through night and through sky
Up past clouds and past moon
Where I'll jump on star
And I'll pay it with my every wish
And it will zoom away from this place
This place with no grace
No kindness
No love
This world of ****** and hate
Brother shooting brother
Father ****** daughter
Mother drowning babies
Preachers spreading lies by day
And underage thighs by night
Teachers twisting history
To keep minds complacent
Politicians protecting profits
Instead of the people
Religion spreading bigotry
Lucifer weeping below
God long out of tears
Unity and peace
A dead dream
Of the long long ago
A fairy tale book
Thrown into the fire
By fists of greed
And one of these days
I'm just going to go
Just going to go
Going to go
Go
And pull the trigger
A flash and a bang
And I won't have to give a ******
Or another minute
To this place
So far away from home

Time waits for no man
Cherish each moment as if
Death will kiss you next

If you want me
Just tell me that you
Love me
No need for complications
No poisoned cupid arrow
Heavens promise
Glistens on your lips
You can steal my heart
Without a single kiss
Just a gentle smile
And little whisper
In my ear
Dancing on earth
With hell and heaven
Caught between us
No need for prayer
Or redemption
Hand in hand
Waltz below the moon
Write our names
On every star
You can have all the dreams
Flowing  in my blood
If you want
My mouth to tremble
While yearning for your kiss
Just show me
That you need me
By softly spoken words
That will forever
Blaze in the
Center of my heart
Leave your name
Tattooed to
My souls flame
Then my servitude
Will be yours
When you tell me that
You love me

Delicate ***** soft rhyme
Plush perverse petal lips
Sultry sweet sinful  lines
Pleasure passing thigh to thigh
Heavenly heavy decadent kiss
Hells howling blazing fingertips
Love and lust frolic
Under stars and sheets
Lust and love passing
Through sin to skin
Pulsing beat blood flowing
Beneath rigid flesh growing
Wicked wishes penetrating flower
Dreamful state interpreting scent
Drifting pheromone inhaling moans
Breathing mouths grasping tounges
Staining sheets fluids flowing
Slithering twisted limbs tangle
Silky sliding deeply climb
Cascading senses titilation crashing
Temptatious ****** cusp boiling
Seeping life leaking seed
Translucent liquid clinging vice
Foaming serpents blinded eye
Whisper begging groaning shout
Thickly exhale spewing forth
Lust abonded
Love inhaled
Slowly swaying pulse descending
Swollen passion lingers deep
Softly settles within velvet sheath
Lost to heavens pillow clouds
And hells cavernous desire
Found only in the iridescent
Colors of love and madness
Dancing in your eyes

Standing naked in her dreams
Chest ripped open
Ribs split apart
All the broken hearts inside
Scared and stiched
And grown black wings
Fluttered round lungs and spleen
Then one by one flew away
Until empty was the pain
That once danced inside
Then gentle fingertips
Sewed back bone and flesh
And left a beating seed beneath
With a hopeful rythm
And a heart shaped sound

Heart of hollow bone
And decaying flesh
The weight of love
Still floods within
No longer can the pulse be found
As storm and wind
And dream and cloud
Still rage and crash and scream aloud
Worms of dust and ghost cocoon
Rivers rushing honey blood
Desires passion bleeding red
Still anchored to this shore of love

Blood pulsing rushing
Lust wild running
Love lost abandoned
Muscles hard aching
Skin soft soothing
Hands tracing shaking
Mouth eager wanting
Tounge twisted tasting
Legs locked shaking
Backs arched sweating
Flesh melted mingling
Souls merged dancing
Hearts quick racing
One and one
Come to one

You are the shadow of my soul
The echo in my heart
The red of my blood
The rythm of my pulse
The haunting of my ghost
The death waiting in my bones
The birth of my eternal flame
The lust of my need
The desire of my want
The kiss of my sin
The skin of my infinity
The marrow of my maddness
The lunacy of my thoughts
The endless night of my moon
The breath before my howl
The dreaming sun of my sleep
The pull of my gravity
The mist of my raging seas
The wind of midnight storms
The wave of the hours sand
The pure beauty
And the truth
Of my love
That will never end

The memory  last
No matter how long or short
The moment does not

Black waves full of death and decay
Wash over the last scraps
Of my withered heart
Still faintly beating
Still beliving
In the fairy tale
Before forevers end
Fingers scrapped clean of their skin
Scratching out words in blood
Bones exposed to the sand
Still writting of love
Still beliving
In the days
Before forevers end
Soul trapped to the rage of the wind
Hope being stripped from my ghost
Love longing to hear the thunder of bullets being hammered
Still fighting to breath
Still feeling
That the only fairy tale
Worth beliving
Is the one
Without forevers end

Theres the girl at the bookstore
Always smiles
Makes small talk
Asks with a wink if I need help finding anything
I think the word "courage"
But never say anything but
"No thank you"
And then the waitress at the restaurant
Who has never waited on my table
But constantly stops by
To refill my coffee
Ask polite questions
Give subtle compliments
Hovers for a few minutes
And then saunters away
And the coffee shop girl
Who said she just had to say
How pleasant it was that
I was always smiling
Which I tried to tell her
Was certainly not true
But lost my voice at the time
And she still hasn't allowed
Me to pay for a single cup of coffee
Each one attractive
In their own hypnotic way
Their smile and lips
All worthy of verse
But if I am to die of any
Of the unseen maladies
Surely it will be by shyness
Quit and alone
But lacking the quality
And kindness of loneliness
Solitude is a tranquility
That has its own
Peaceful addiction

My heart an open book
In your hand
To do with as you please
My soul in both darkness
And light
Will follow wherever you may go
My body will make
Whatever sacrifice
To either your
Sinful lust or needed love
You live in all my dreams
And blood
Haunting every beat
Of my heart
And every step
My feet do take
And I am consumed
By both burning flames
Of love
And fires of desires
Lustful kiss
Yet no action
Of mine would be
Satisfied if at
End of day
They failed to
Bloom warmth
Within your heart
And at least
A small smile
To your lips
My only need
To tend your wounds
And praise the
Wonder and magic
Of the endless ocean blue
Always swirling
In your eyes
My love for you
Will never end
As you can read
From this book
I have placed
Within your
Hands

Sweet snow red lips
The smell of heaven sweet
Lingers in the air
Like butterflies frozen
To the eternal night song
Of the moon
And something more of
Sinful scent
Came wavering up from
The devil swaying
In her hips
Entranced by lust
Hypnotized by love
Lost to the gaze
Bellow her eyelashes
That reached and danced
With every star in the sky
Heaven bound promises
Filled the time between her arms
Hells flame pulling me
To kiss and part
The soft sin of her
Place of birth and pleasure
Inhaling deep
My mouths eagerness
Could not be measured
As my tounge pressed
And scrawled out
The alphabet of desires treasure
Arms and legs
Knot and twist
As wickedness of pure delight
Arched back and heaved chest
Time stood still
But hips did not
As Medusa turned men to rigid rock
With a simple stare
Trapped between
Her writhing thighs
My pulsing flesh turned to stone
Volcanic heat from friction rised
And gasps of breath
And gently moans
As heavy waves
Of vice pound and crash
As flesh of two
Merged two hearts to one
And beating
In synchronicity
And decadence
To the bliss
Of forgotten gods
I gave up
All the life
From inside of me
And whispered
Every word
Of forbidden lust
And loves
Temptation

Cut the eggs
Whisk the bacon
Fires on the plate
Dinner ate the bone
My mind went stray
The day my heart
Flew away
To listen to
Your song
Cooking breakfast for two
Sitting at a table for one
Pouring two cups of coffee
In only one cup
The overflow spilling out
Unnoticed like the
Empty space left
Under the skin
Of my love

Her touch was
A dangerous addiction
Soft like silk
Able to trace out
My lust and sin
In wild exhilaration
Forcing grateful
Moans of anticipation
From below my heart
And gut
Skin forced to turn
To throbbing rock
Boiling and seeping
Life like lava
Collecting at the mouth of
Serpentine shaped pleasure place
Smoothed by fingertips
And removed by
Dancing tounge
Eager to fall in place
Along this need
To gratify
My flesh and souls
Need of this obsession
To her touch
Able to turn from silk
To razor kiss
And carve and spell
Her name along my spine
And splice my chest
And cut through bone
To expose my heart
And poison blood
Right at the source
Causing my whole being
To tremble and ache
And want more
Of her beautiful temptation
I am without hope
Of shaking off
This gravitational pull
To be touched
By lip and flower
And fingertip
The anticipation
Of madness
And exhilaration
Has me gripped
Tightly to
This deathless lust
Of my addiction
To her
Every touch

Dying on this earth
Spinning farther apart
The dream of unity
Lost to the vote
Of bitterness and hate
Where to find the will
To go through another day
If I could only afford the luxury
And the tax
Of a smoldering fist
And a shotgun blast
Of the heroic exit
And the sinful kiss
Of a shameless suicide
And what will divide us next
What new excuse
To spread the gap
And drop another bomb
Of disappointment
And poison
And steel
As if killing
Our children in
Needless acts of
War
After war
Wasn't a fate cruel enough
Now the future
Withers in the fist
Of greed and politics
And what are we to do
To stop the bleeding
Fear and hate
Running wild
Round and round
This earth
Driving state
And country
And mankind
To bitter distance
And unneeded tears
Who can save us
When we have failed
To learn the wisdom
Of the answers
Bob left for us
Blowin' in the wind
And If Joe is up in heaven
Would anyone bother
To listen as he strummed
On his guitar
One more protest song
About the clashing
In the streets
Under the london fog
Tom described it too perfection
As he told how Luce came home
Broken
And left his arm in his coat
Back on a coat hanger
In the middle of a
Forgotten field of war
But did any of us hear
The horror of the truth
When...
When will we put
The differnce and divisions
To their past due graves
And dream and dance
And fight
For the unity
We desperately need
When...
When will we
Finally realize
Tomorrow is a day
Too late

Cliché of roses
Blood red petals fall the same
As the daisys tears

Time gives no refunds
Spend it freely and wisely
Add the moments up

On the lost forgotten roads
Where passions heart unfolds
Under the singing moon
You will find her dancing
In full bloom
Through the tangled woods
Of forest midnight kiss
Her scent flows freely in the air
Laced with decadence and sin
The stars all take their turn
To swirl and paint
And entwine their light
With the magic in her hair
To natures true delight
She frolics and glides
With her skin bare
To kiss the earth and air
Not a soul in heaven found
Not in hell a soul bound
Would dare to interupt
Her bewitching sway
In all my days and nights
All my loves and dreams
Never have I seen
Another beauty as devine

Seek the language of leaves
In the silent breeze of the night
Under the song of the moon
Where you will hear my heart
Whisper and speak
Of my desire and lust
And temptations of passion
For your
Soul and body
To be mine
Folding arm over leg
Over mouth over lips
Kisses forbidden
By the light of the day
Given in abundance
To the silk petals
That bloom between
The soft skin
Of your legs
Tounge dancing
To the rythm
Of your pulse
And your sway
Grinding hips
Through sinful bliss
Entwining lust to love
And heart to sin
Until the stars
Cannot tell where
You end and I begin
As they listen
To my heart speak
To you through
The language of leaves

Magic and sweet vice
Sin and decadent wonders
Your flesh and my bones

Words can hurt as much
As stone or stick wether said
Or when left unsaid

Sticks and stones are known
To break bones or can be used
To build house and home

Maybe its time to stop petitioning the sky for answers, maybe its time to stop asking god for miracles and stop blaming the devil for our own wicked deeds.  Maybe its time we pull the love freely flowing in the air around us into our lungs and share it with one another.  Breath kindness and compassion to those in need, to feed the hungery, to protect the children living without homes, to share all that we have no matter how little it may be.  Maybe its time to stop imagining a better world and start building a better world.  Maybe its time we value the blood coursing through the hearts of our daughters and sons more than the number of zeros on our paychecks.  Maybe its time to give our time and attention to the things that need our time and attention.  Maybe its time for us to craft miracles through hands holding the hammer and nails and not praying to the hands with nails through them.  Maybe its time to have faith in ourselves.  Maybe its time to stop placing the label of sin on our children before they even take their first breath.  Maybe its time to learn how to love ourselves without shame.  Maybe its time to see the sky as blue or cloudy or grey or black and not the color of our salvation.  Maybe its time we save ourselves.  Maybe its time to spread love instead of teaching hate.   Maybe its time to put the old dogs of war down and stop willingly sacrificing our children to the machine of greed and the gears of death.  Maybe its time to stop pretending peace keepers are the same thing as peace makers.  Maybe its time to realize that bombs and bullets and fear are not useful ways of achieving word harmony.  Maybe its time to stop praying for better and to start doing better.  Maybe we can start today because maybe tomorrow will be to late...

Stop praying for help
Take the miracle of love
And spread it ourselves

Love and *** and lust, sometimes acting together, sometimes acting apart and seperate.  Entities of themselves.  When all working together though, let us pause and remember the beautiful people and moments when we have been so lucky, it is a wonder and magic we can find no where else in the time we spend breathing and walking through our lives.  It is a pure delight and beauty all hearts and souls and bodies deserve to experince... it is not by any means an easy moment to find yourself in, it is not something everyone will be lucky enough to experince.  For those who have experinced it, stop and remember it.  Let it crawl under the surface of your skin and consume you in this moment.  Get hard or wer or both if capable.  And those who haven't... imagine it, fantasize about it, let it crawl into your bones and blood and let nature take its course and your body feel its power.

And now things become ugly... ugly and uncomfortable and unpleasant.
For this moment is far too often taken away by force and far too often the victims are blamed and the criminals set free with little or no punishment.  Read on if you are willing, but know it is unpleasant and remember for those who have gone through it, far, far worse than we can conceive.

Now come down but remember the bliss of that moment.  
And if you can, many won't be able to, some will have unfortunately already experienced this horrible thing I am about to ask of you...
Imagine a monster, a beast, another living creature, a person... another thing in human disguise... Imagine them taking by force your ability to ever experience it.  To take away one of the purest moments and gifts we should all have the right to.  The moment when love and *** and lust all breath in harmony and unison.  A moment that no devil or god ever dreamed up would dare take away from us.  A moment when love is at its peak of truth and beauty and ectasy.  

There are however, monsters walking amongst us in plain sight and view, who have taken this away from our daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, wives, friends and even at times, our sons and brothers.
Some dress as the criminals they are, others as promising students from families of wealth, or politicians or preachers or officers of peace and law or the friendly neighbor next door.  There is no way to tell from looking at them, there is no warning sign.  We only find out after it is to late to stop them.  After they have penetrated our childrens vulnerability and forever robbed them of being able to share in that moment and that gift we all have the right to give and share.  It is an act that is outrageous and criminal  and vile and under every instance that it happens should always be punished to the full extreme and ability of justice.  
Unfortunately it is not always so, money and family heritage and name have the disgusting ability to influnce our so called legal system.  Some going to the severe extent of claiming their monstrous spawn were the real victims.  That the momentary lapse of good moral judgment was forced on them by "her" short skirt or flirtatious eyes or drunk behavior.  That "she" was nothing more than a "*****" that was asking for it... begging for it.  And now because of "her" their poor son may never become the billionaire they had always hoped for.  That now he may have to suffer the poor life only millions can provide.  These families of wealth and name and privilege are the villans that live under the guise of good moral and strong faith.  When they make such excuses for their sons, they should be stripped of everything they hold dear, their privilege, their money, their name.
Monsters living in plain sight should not be allowed any excuses for an inexcusable act in any circumstance.  
The term "**** culture" shows us nothing other than how disgusting  we have let our world become.   That as a whole, we worry more about the ink on the dollar bill than we do about the blood coursing through our sisters hearts.  
Somewhere, at both the time I'm writing this and the time you are reading this, someone is either being ***** or someone is being excused for ****** someone.  And once again I must ask, Isn't enough, enough?  When will we stand and unite against greed and give ourselves back to the gift of love?  Let it be soon... let it be today