You were a nightmare
in a fairy tale disguise
and my heart

heart

aches so hard
you

You were ribbons of blood     tied

so   tightly
twisted around   around my heart
I didn't mind the least, I
distorted
rains as

It fractures across my face
cracks of nostalgia

placed by lightening storms
that crackle
across
my skin

With a slight
slapping
                 sting

I hate time, the way it speeds up
                                                                      slows
down
and     jerks      

me around

It slaps me in the face
Cackling with a ferocity of time travel
rewind reverse velocity

Dragging me by a thought
        
            thread

shatter the light with
explosive
hammering in my eyelids

My atmosphere darkly  
                               clouded
by
lowly haunt clouds

My heart rumbled thunder in my chest  
my eyes swelled stormy
crashing down with foamed black water

I

I struggle to breathe with the crushing
promise broken
      ribs
that cage my lungs

Your cold
spiny fingers

clutch

my heart
as it
        beats
your fingernails needle poison
into
my veins

stopping blood flow once again

In your sick twisted play-time
my eyes witness
my veins
pulse
black

     you

you squeeze completing the crime
blood covers your hands
    
          you wash them clean
     they are stained
  blood blue      
       ribs splinter
your fingertips
       the moon will pull
the
    tide
to wash me into the sea.

I crave you this morning
For you are my sun
Your smile my brightness
When morning does come

Alone at the table
No sound to be heard
Just pouring your coffee
Not saying a word

I sit and I stare
Out the window this day
Such beauty before me
In nature’s display

Still nothing can reason
With how I do feel
When you rise to greet me
I know this is real

I flip through the paper
Though I do not read
My mind is a wander
Of what I believe

I dream of the moment
I look in your eyes
And whisper I love you
Oh won’t you please rise

It seems like forever
Yet only a night
The last time I saw you
A beautiful sight

So I sit here waiting
Until you I see
My day will be perfect
When you smile at me

Waiting, ever waiting
The young wait for their life to begin
Until they get old and wait to die

Waiting, ever waiting
Watch the bus pulling away,
And count the seconds as they run away towards infinity
Watch the clock pick your pocket like a vulture picks a corpse
Waste your time dreaming
Waste yourself drinking
Live your life a slave to a screen and a victim to the clock

Waiting, ever waiting
Wait your days away, and tell yourself the time will come
Watch the time come and go, through the ever revolving door
Someday, tomorrow, in a week, fooling yourself with broken promises
Until one day the hospital heart monitor delivers your final deadline

Time’s up.

Chimneys' breathe hope
…Fire as they are...
Fueled by dreams…

As I sit in silence, so crystal and serene,
I knew at that very moment, I was only in a dream.

The texture was too sticky, the contrast not quite right,
I have to force myself into the breaking of the light.

The place not bound simple movement or defined by restricted equations,
But the purest forms of love, found only in true elation.

I take a draw of haze, to batter my frustrations,
I begin to realize, anger is only a manifestation.

Of aspects taken to heart, in the mornings aspirations,
Were merely broken dreams in a morbid mental *******.

But I take no solace, no entertaining rapport,
In the blinded manipulations that were intruded on the floor.

It is not the isolation of a soul too old for its line,
It is lost in the constant segregation of a love forgotten in time.

Now I witness the horror, before the breaking of the light,
my love is just a memory, in clichéic hematite.

Or is it too much for this world, this reality, this dimension.....maybe I am...another universal contradiction.

Warm breath against my neck like hot steam,
She wants me off this blasted machine!

She knows what excites me, she knows my secrets kept,
Grabs two hands full of hair pulling tightly, she bites into my neck.

There is no shame in waiting, she does not hide her intent,
In the quest to write my book, my stupid *** doesn't get the hint.

As we walk together, passionate glares in our eyes,
As I trail behind her, warm hand, between inner thighs.

She leads me to the room, no sheets will we require,
Her body is the cynosure with my dark, passionate desire.

She lay on the feathers, I start with a little peck,
She cannot contain her aggression, and locks tightly around my neck.

An hour seemingly passes in minutes, my tongue so loud, yet silent,
She loves what I do with regret, she beseeches to cease, but I am ever defiant.