Please forgive me if I pull away from you while you hold me
But your attempt at comfort may be something ******* me up more
The way you whisper in my ear sends jolts into my brain
And the way your hand traces circular motions on my back
Makes me feel sicker than I already am.

The moon is a permanent feature
By azure ray
Over solitude
Like God
Above me

'By firelight on sacred ground
they dance in dreams of greater sound'

words from some poetry
written by me,

a long time is some time
to
some one and no one can
question the why.

But it all passes me by
in the blink of an eye.

From the offices of bling
minicabs ring
up fares,

I travel where the light dips
where the evening slips
into its gown
always
heading out of town,

listening to Ska in the car
and
on cruise control
there is madness licking
at my soul.

by firelight and
sacred ground
I dream in
dreams of a
greater sound.

He told her

It is the beauty on the inside that counts

Her response

Then why do my insides continue to find themselves in the wrong place
Lifted into white porcelain gods
Asking anyone to compliment my withered self
Please make love to me
Tell me I am better than the acid on my tongue
The regret powering my mind as I struggle down my dinner
Inside is where I find these thoughts
Thoughts powering my actions
Into a spiraling pit of self loathing
Tell me I am pretty one more time
And I will show you my insides to prove it

Finding ourselves suffering in pain of a lost love,
consider it a life experience, that will help you grow.
For even when you find what you think you are searching for in love,
you will still be searching for the next experience.
No love will solve your problems in life completely.
There is forever, a horizon in life.

Depression is hell and tis a *****.
I hear Lucifer himself whispering.
You, 'buddy', are a mole. You're a snitch.
I'm numb, angry, sad. So **** confusing.
I can't trust anyone. What, why, how, which?

I'm not sure just what am I writing..
You want poetry. Not my ranting..
I can't help myself. I feel helpless..
I'm not weak. Done that, been places.

Forgive me for wasting your time.
Venting, words are dozen a dime..
They don't always make sense.
Heck, nor do I.. No surprises.

I think, I oughta shut up now...
Made enough fool of myself..
Will share happy thoughts..
When, and if it all, I ain't so low..