Why
am
   I
Waiting
for
     someone
to
  Worship

me
?

means

Nothing

to me

Refused to leave me
Couldn't stand the thought of losing me
Turned to the only sub to try to stroke his ego
Disposable blow up dolls
(Some more blown up than others mind you)
Then he says he opened his eyes to the epically perfectly imperfect angel who was flying at his side the whole time

I did it in the kitchen

but not done yet

another set next weekend

to the home soundtrack

Wilco

lesson 1: Quotation marks



common symbol in written language to denote the replication or use of words from a source other than self or a time other than the present

at times citations (or footnotes) are utilized to give credit to said source

you may know them as "finger quotes"...

sometimes
it feels as though
I've died
a thousand times
this minute
this day
this year
this life
always to
reawaken
missing
one more piece of
my heart
my mind
my soul
wondering if
there will come
a time
of
sweet
nothingness

See the mangle
As you dangle
In the tangle

The web of lies
Just multiplies
The wails and cries

Jaws sink deep
The blows cheap
Preventing sleep

Tend the fire
Of all desire
While I tire

Roll the dice
See the slice
My heart of ice

A cough in the reeds
Reminds me that I am
Ever and never
Alone
Although
Alone
Is what I
Am
When I cannot
See my adversaries
and
When I cannot
Touch my lover
or
Breathe
my love

I knew you before I ever laid eyes on you.
You were inside me since I was born.
You were in my heart since before you were born.
I remember how consumed I was wanting you
Before I received the gift of you.

don't exist

I have just one request
     To see the green
     And feel the cool
     To smell the clean
     And hear the rule
     To taste the dream
     And be the fool

The multi-colored mask
creates a scene of social shadings
All the senses mocked
by simple, slight evasions

I have just one demand
     To see the light
     And feel the sun
     To smell the night
     And hear the fun
     To taste the right
     And be the one

I'll place you on the pedestal
and surround you with the gold
But I am only human
with a heart that beats grey cold

I have just one day
     To see
     And to feel
     To smell, hear and taste
     And to be
     Just to be
     Real.

so sad that I can’t share this joy with you

telling that you’re not here

Tangled in the twine

      of the title wife.

Not knowing

     what to be

Always for show

     but not for real

A useful item

     when used
     with
     proper intent
     and purpose.

A tie that binds.

     Bound.

The ropeburns shine

     Ablaze on my heart and mind

She tickles and teases
pretends to be your friend
except the only thing she wanted
was the attention of men

The Sirens might be called the Muses of the lower world, Walter Copland Perry observed: "Their song, though irresistibly sweet, was no less sad than sweet, and lapped both body and soul in a fatal lethargy, the forerunner of death and corruption.".....  The term "siren song" refers to an appeal that is hard to resist but that, if heeded, will lead to a bad conclusion. Later writers have implied that the Sirens were cannibals, based on Circe's description of them "lolling there in their meadow, round them heaps of corpses rotting away, rags of skin shriveling on their bones."*  


you
  may
    as
      well
        stop
          h­iding
        by
      all
    means
  continue
with
  your
    writing
      keep
        trying
          to
        mind-****
      the
    masses

Perennial safety net
the roots grow shallow
for you

I am pierced in place

     Salvation for one
     Release the next
     Indulgence follows
Lust fire lies falling lashes
     Forever entangled
                  and
                    estranged.

Beware for
the predator parades
hiding behind her facade
of
waxen words
lulling you
serenading you with the
toxic tonic of spoken and
unspoken lies
She lies in wait
waits in lies
to pounce and
pierce her venom
through your soul
She knows who she is
You've been touched by her
before
the Troll living under the bridge
in HePo land, amongst you all,
casting her spell
weaving her web
unhinging her jaw
looking for her next meal

Beware the rosy cheeked colleague
passing you in the hall
asking you how you are.
Beware the helpful friend
willing to lend a hand
at a moment's notice.
Beware the grocery clerk
smiling while she inspects your list
sending you off to have a nice day.
Beware
Beware
Beware
All snipers everywhere
False smiles are the turrets they hide behind
Praise offered in an attempt to make you feel safe
Only so they can make their mark
Hit thier target
Finish the job
Bullseye

Yet again my radar malfunctioned.
Let me down.
Disappointed and reminded
That
Love
Of all things
Is apparently disposable
Like everything else
In this
World of waste

She was the moon
     that pulled his tides
He worshipped her ghostly glow
     each time the dark settled in
She was the sun
     that lit his path
And drew him
     the proverbial moth to flame

She was sustenance
     air
     water
     fire
     earth

He chose a new satellite
Changed his orbit
Left her on the dark side
Casting no more shadow.

I want to feel the *****-le
                                         of
                                    your
                     ­           Skin as
                          your body
                  a puzzle piece
             snaps into my Z -
         curve thighs juxtaposed
     mine back to yours front joined
melted melded mended most effortlessly

yea, it's alright
if you leave tonight
after we tumble through our own time
I'll shake your bones
and you'll melt mine
I'd rather be alone anyway
and I'd much prefer
your nothing to say
my quiet soothes your storms
your fire triggers my alarms
don't worry 'bout it
s'all good
no sweat
definitely better for me if you don't cast your net

Hey Stranger (Mr.Wiz)
Congratulations!
I truly am happy that you are so happy
I just miss the **** out of you sometimes
If you ever go poly
or single……
sure hope you find me
(again)

The clarity came on

came in

came to me

came to be

I came

from where

I came

You’ll do it to me every time …. … .



the pinch and burn

I

can’t

not

The things I know of you
     Deceit
     Disregard
     Disrespect
Your made up world
presented in a
pretty little package
pretended
     Charm
     Creativity
     Colors
Flamboyant like a male peacock
And now your soulful eyes
claiming to be
real and true
look into mine
no longer blind
     Soulless
     Stinging
     Singed
from the fumes
of your arson
As I stand in the ashes
accused  
although
all I did was
toss a dying ember
onto the ruins left behind
after all your fires

Flibber flabber

          Jibber Jabber

I see the

          Flubber shudder,

Only a periphery.

          From my distance

And my perspective

           Matters of such unimportance

Sunken, rotting

          At the bottom of the sea

She used to love me with a love that wouldn't die
Looking at her now I can't believe I said good-bye
It would only take a minute to turn back the clock
She used to love me a lot

I remember how good it was back then
And I said it's not to late to start again
We could spend a night together
Take up where we left off
She used to love me a lot

Then I panicked as she turned to walk away
As she went out the door I heard her say
Yes I'm in need of something
But it's something you ain't got
But I used to love you a lot*

highlight of my day

take a listen