She made you feel like never before,
yet the girl is only a festering soar.
You thought she was the best of the best,
but that was in the dark I guess.

In the daylight you can see her scars,
she's looking for someone to share her prison bars.
Now you feel the vile in your throat.
Maybe you shouldn't have sown those wild oats.

She's every bad decision you've ever made.
Now all of your dreams are fading away.
Don't you dare ask her for some pity.
She's just another soul in this dying city.

Last night seems only just a dream,
but reality hits and you want to scream.
This is not a life for the broken hearted.
This is YOUR life and it just started.

Sometimes I wonder if a life on the sea,
has anything in store for me.
But then again, I think I’ll stick to complimenting people's looks,
and reading outdated psychology books.
At the start,
our love was running to course,
and like every other love, it will soon fall apart.
Why do people get married,
when they only hope for a sure shot for divorce?

Drinking and writing, whichever comes first,
they have become my obsession, as well as my curse.
This is the norm that I must face.
I will never walk out that door.
Sure, I’ll give you your space.
Perhaps I should drift to another shore.
I don’t even remember what love feels like anymore.
Am I tormented by my own thoughts?
I’ve never spent a winter with someone else.

The bar was about to close,
so we started walking down the road.
I picked you a rose, as we shared sips from my flask,
until we reached the quiet cove.
And though the sign read “forbidden”,
we would never depart.
Because your lips keep your voice hidden,
but your eyes give away your heart.
You looked stone-faced as a statue,
but I’m here to help you cry, if you need to.

I walk down a broken street in search of my Promised Land,
I'm on a mission from God and my God's name is ******.
In the distance I can hear the gunfire,
I'm in a holy war, my sergeant’s named desire.
I walk past other junkies nodding out against a wall,
We're fighting the same cause, fighting against withdrawal.
I reach my destination, I talk with the man,
I hand him twenty dollars, he puts my God in my hand.
****** you must be God for everything I do is for you,
I'd crawl ten miles on broken glass for you.
I'd sell my soul, my family and friends for you,
If you asked me to sell myself, I'd do that too,
You can see I'm truly nothing, nothing without you.
But if you’re really God, you leave me confused,
At times I feel like I've really been used.
You leave me shivering when it's not really cold,
Unable to walk and I'm not even old.
You leave me penniless when I'm not even poor,
You leave me feeling beaten, aching and sore.
You take away my pride, my looks and my health,
Make me lie to my family, my friends and myself.
Although for you I have dedicated my life,
What have you done for me except stabbed me with a knife?
I look in the mirror at my own bloodshot eyes,
I stare at a man whose world is all lies.
I think about my past and start to realize,
You’re not a God at all, but the Devil in disguise.

There’s a hole in my heart
when you’re not around.
One left from a missing
piece so profound.
I think about you
when my skies are grey.
You brighten my world
on the cloudiest days.
My wish was granted
and you became mine
as my feelings developed
over much needed time.
Like a snowman outside
on a bright winter's day,
my insides melt
when you are away.
Here is my heart,
treat it not like a toy
because I am your
forever boy.

Why do we always fall victim?
We eventually fade into a colorless spectrum anyhow.
And why do we believe someone else loves us?
I want to love you more than I love myself.
Weary emotions and exhausting potions are all I seem to find.

Please reach into the back of my mind,
where the darkness lies,
behind my tired eyes.
You might find all my unspoken words,
the lonely thoughts, that were never heard.
Even further, you might see a crying boy.
He wants to disappear, his feelings so coy.

I can feel the lovely darkness taking hold of me,
the influence and lack of confidence taking hold of me,
As I cry each drunken night, staring at her window,
through that blurry rainy sky.

Old flowers falling off the limbs mean we all will disappear into the sea.
A cold hard broken heart means, when the rain pours,
so does my heart.
A sad reminiscing mind means you’re the one I’ve thought about for years.
I make believe to have memories of us together,
when I haven’t even met you…

I want to love you,
like no one has ever loved me,
But I can see your words that no one ever hears,
stained within your skin, buried in fears.
So don’t look out your window tonight,
just stay still.
In the end, I can’t wait to feel the fire embrace me,
since it’s the only thing that ever will.

There he stood against the world,
a boy not yet a man.
In a world that gave him lies,
he did not understand.

He lived his life without a thought
of what would then come after.
A life without a loving heart.
A life without much laughter.

Then one day a young girl came
and told him of the truth.
The boy just sat and thought a while
and then said "Where's the proof."

The young girl said there is no proof
in faith you must believe.
She pulled a Bible from her purse
and told the boy to read.

The boy then cried for quit some time,
at last his heart was filled,
not with hate but with joy,
his fate at last was sealed.

A baby boy this day was born,
His life for him He'd given.
Now the boy would live again,
For all his sins forgiven.

Now in the park an old man sits,
a Bible in his hand,and to the girl
with tears in her eyes, he say's,
"Don't worry there's a plan.

Don't be afraid to put your hands on me.
I want to feel the tracing trails of your fingertips
Traveling
To all my sacred landmarks.
A private tour for just your palms to see;
Let me guide you.
Read the rise and fall of my heart with the deep smooth grooves of your
Heart line.
If you were a blind man, how would you picture me?
Sculpt me.
Roam my entire presence with just the
Essence
Of your hands.
Emboss every feature; Figure every swerve,
Untwist every turn; Ride every curve:
This, Is how I Wish, You, To Touch me.

Shrouded by the shrapnel,
   the delicious taste of hate
fuels the burning fire
   that the greedy men create.

Sifting through the silt
   clouded by the dust,
love becomes a legend
   rotting old like rust.

If not for the power
   then surely for the space,
land consumed like knowledge
   nothing left in its place.

Distracted by the glory
   of imposing harmony,
your conscious is left floating
   at the bottom of the sea.

Bodies in the soil
   as souls float up above,
what happened to the notion
   the world was run by love?

Searching for the answer in
   songs instead of violence
will teach the angry men
   to listen in the silence.

Explosions in the distance
   while you sit on your throne,
trying to build heaven
   so you can call it home.

Overlooking reason,
   big business is the key,
asserting all your dominance
   despite the people’s plea.

Creating too much sadness
   is also too much sorrow,
we must pray to see if
   there’s light left for tomorrow.

My hands glide over her body
My body glides in tune with hers.
The urge,
The need, the incredible temptation.
The suddenly surreal sensation.
Hands instinctly find their slippery way down her braziere;
Touching her there
Touching her here.
Carefully caressing her
Beautiful
Flawless twin triple scoops of creamy delicious vanilla ice cream.
Eyes abeam.
I pinch my ******* hard, my teeth longing to wrap themselves around hers.
Insatiable, rationable; moment deferred.
I'd love to stay and devour her, but my way must be made.
Body contact and relations, hormones fail to fade.
Raging.
I make my way with the heat on high.
Blast on full.
Clothes flying against the car wall.
Driving with both hands down my pants
Underestimating chance.
Not even the night can cool me down.