Missing, Are We?
... This, unsettled territory.
Stepping lightly, and left simply
Dripping in delight,
A chimera of ever-changing minds,
a silence, an image,
the moment of impression.

light gently drapes in shadows
clothing can cover
but the moment can become
a song unsung.

watching the shadows
tracing the steam imprinted image
curves all in the appropriate locations
simply now an invitation
to join, to embrace,
this dance she creates...

not teasing only pleasing..
but she is forever stuck
good luck...

she can be the unseen,
the notions in your mind...
causing the dreams inside
to become some of the divine.

so tracing the rings,
the finer things,
a moment in time....
a song kept inside,
somehow now alive?

is she kept inside,
awaiting for the perfect arrival?
or is it something
to die for?

It's Cold and Deserted
Like a ghost-town,
In the middle of Nowhere
Barren, Dry, [...] seeking the life of Rain
Easily Ignited,
By the slightest Flicker of Fire,
Ones of life, passion, and certainly-- Desire...
Shivering to Death inside,
What secrets does it Hide?

Hungry for affection,
In a desolate arena,
Lost... in a sea of Faces,
Seeking the moment,
to Quench her Thirst,
Wondering, Who first?

On the prowl,
Like a Lioness,
Simple in nature
Convincing the others,
in the matter of dress
Desiring only the affection of an embrace
Seeking the chance,
To Have the prey she Stalks in Stealth
Have her, Face to Face.

It's a Warm,
Welcome Change
in the Barren, Dry, Abandoned Cold
to have the Urge to Curve Hunger
and Quench the thirst...
With just a Singular look.

Enraptured with thought
From the slightest sense...
one wonders why
She Strayed from This?

Cold and Barren
Very understanding
Now a Martyr in her Own Equation
in mathematics AND her love life
causing her to be Reprimanded
And Shunned From Sight.

Instead of trying to find the words,
OR Making her opinion heard,
Here she sits,
amongst her peers,
Against the wall--
Waiting-- for one step,
One Dance--
A True Romance?

to fall, enumerate the senses
will she ever get it?
or will she wait--
in glances?
or short sentences?

stricken down, unwillingly
given a moment, Just Breathe
struggling, to keep up time
wondering if--
she's on his mind...

is it only admiration?
of the male incorporation--
to only denote, then abandon-- with fury
and see the lights of the big city?

having come unglued
un-stitched, ripped at the seams,
still-starving...

often choosing between hunger and thirst
thirst often wins
only through the sweet touch
a moment of shared bliss
dreamt on-- gentle, kiss. [getting listless]
competition, she recognized
"i'm awfully behind"
without play, and force fed
flown south, back to bed

to ignite the dry, barren, abandoned arena
to have it all for the Assumption
that it all may be for the next
prey sought, never forgotten

work on self
glow,flow, and blow a fuse
life still desolate
possible, emotionally-- called abuse?

"why the lies?"
secretly, she began to despise
the person, the predator, the fear,
now revamped,
Her personal rage, to Rattle His Cage,
show his Immaturity,
oh to be so humane
his loss, his soul to blame,
all her gain, to remain Sane.

she was left barren
when all three blessings were--
revoked, token--unapproved
wrapped in a disregarded blood market
filled with pain
never should this lioness feel
the loss of something real
or ever again.

often lost in translation
stuck watching the station
now a change in the weather?
or just the same?

to be cold,
the felt desertion, abandonment
now becoming the predator
and opening the line of communication
realizing, that the isolation
is the best medication.

inhale, think
exhale, release
eventually time can cease.

the presence of being unleashed
quiet to released
with a hack,
and a cough
its something and i know i forgot.

times up
in a white film,
a tacky resin
cleverly gone UP
in a moment
filled with smoke.

yes i remember you
i have seen you in the distance
and stayed away
my memory serves me right
ive moved on
and have a better guy

listen lil girl,
do you not see what **** he put me through?
the loss-- the damage, and i am the familiar
and yet he thinks that hes right
when he's done it all wrong.

so i said so long *******
and i am happier than the past
and perhaps the happiest ive been in my life
imagine,
he cant tap that.
try to top what i feel
be real.

so when was the last time you heard yourself?
going on and on how you think you are better...?
when i know people that do things for purpose,
and you lack tact.

so say it twice,
and im gonna be nice
because i dont give a flying ****
and you know you are out of luck.

the one whom im still positive,
hes atleast more understanding
than the rest of the clan
but he knows i dont give a ****.
the ******* is gone.

so in the depression and regret
i went for a skate,
went on a few dates,
but told myself hes a little old
and the next guy i go to better be gold.

so if i must confess,
the happiness is something to think about
when i have enough to finish my alter egos,
and start this poetic confessional.

so if i am the familiar?
why am i being fought against?
oh yea thats right...
i fight for my life.

back to the heels and jeans,
and a swivel in limbo,
dip down and there i go!

but the moments in where i shiver
often most--- in absolute delight
and knowing that inside
i fight for more than a reason to stay alive.

people have tried to harm me,
mentally, physically, emotionally, and mortally.
i still stand, i still fight
i can live longer
than the liars
because the proof is easy to gather
and put together.
but what is the familiar?
its there...

can you sway
be like liquid and move
smooth as silk?

can you make the beat bounce
like a moment in time
as if it were the last?

can the groove
be a reason to move
to break flow, to two-step into time,
swing in a fly, go classic and have the eyes
of others, desire?

can you shimmy your way into a moment
shine like a star
and show who you are?

can you be bare foot or in socks?
in shoes and perhaps be like the lot..
learning the steps and reverting them into a game
and make the music a cause for obsession, or is it now called...

DDR?

i let you have him
frisk him in front of me
i gave up my inhibitions
set myself free
so shall i tell the truth?
or help spin the web of lies?
you and him began to create,
while i loved myself
and LIVED my life.

rather pathetic
a pitiful cry of help
only thing i do to try

and you make him leave for someone else?
how much more **** can i throw
so that this blood rage
goes away
because now do i wonder
"how could you?"

and know this
im being good.
i havent called
whilst you have
yes recieved, and deleted
that WAS the life i had....
i will keep the memories.
the moments shared
but these last two years
a waste
because now
i am free
i can sing
having friends who care
whom honour you tried to tarnish
if they didnt like it
they would have said it to my face!

but i will make you see
through poet-tree
little words
little time
im living my life
start living yours
my verbal assault
ill spin the web of truth
and catch you inside
devour you with grace and
clever disquise.
set your **** ablaze
and have your days...
numbered.
wondering.
non-conforming.
*****, please
im free
one mans trash
another treasure
but rotting like compost
ive recycled
what i lost
what i gained
knowing that i wont take the name
a cheerful wish
i am over this
your silly refrain
"We're just Friends"
i'll say it again
with the truth spun in

"We Were Never Really Friends"

thanks for setting me free
i must thank you
but -- you're
dust in a swift breeze.

a bitter sweet melody
harmless as it seems,
nothing can compare
but when you say you miss me
it makes the stress of the day
melt away

like candles that burn
it takes a single flame
a single moment
to turn it all into something
spectular, marvelous,
into a spectale of whimsy
but its only between the you and me
where all of this seems like mystery

to travel
back in time,
see what i see at the present and
so, improve the future?
so that it wouldnt take...
a story of minutes
rather a story of a lifetime
to know now
how often can i state im fine?

how ironic
how iconic
can this be?
and classic, to me...
a textbook definition
of a smile
that like life
brings more happiness
and forever re-creates memories...

how do i thank?
down in my heart
nobody can be blamed
not a series of coinsciences
but Fate,
hast brought me here
showing me
something i cannot help but say

Interesting
Loving, simply
Over whelming in thought
Very unpredictable
Energy always gets me
Yet, you return
Over and over again
Understanding.