Having
Ultimate
Grief
   well sometimes  Or can mean this
       Hiding
       Ugly
       Guilts

I don't want to be
Chilled to
The
Spine
I Need
Hot and
Warm
Compression.
For those who
Don't think right
That means
Amor's sweet cuddle
Satisfaction.

crows feeding loudly in maiden hay field
in the noon sun
such a dark sound these creatures
such a ancient place they call to in the heart
'no good has ever come from this'
he recites to his unhearing heart
as he moves into the field
seeking the towering oak tree in the far corner
along the broken teeth of the field-stone wall
seeking the solace of the cool shade
and this feast of crows he must scatter
he must reap now that the devil has sown
must gather unto god
what man cast down in this dark place
this noon day sun of perils
this godless place with its ****** of crows
he shouts a prayer as he treads near the tree
to scatter these spawn of darkness
they take to wing
there in the shadows he finds the mans corpse
the plague had claimed him
madness of its fever had lead him here
so here he will be buried
by the village priest
taking up the shovel he digs a rough narrow hole
and covers the corpse
carrying the shovel and the plague back to his village
so it came to this quiet european town
so the black death spreads
so the plague destroyed europe

Faith protects the soul,
knowledge protects the mind,
and armour protects the body,
but what then, protects the heart?

I am sorry
we met and for long savoured that fate
that you dared to happily ever after contemplate
I am sorry
it was so right for a while when we gobbled every mile
so much you thought it would always be but a smile
I am sorry
you expected so much from a heart with so little to give
I am sorry
I spoke about the sun and you heard of sunrise
I am sorry
I was meaning the journey but you thought of the destination
I am sorry
you hoped I would answer every question
sorry I plucked you roses and you didn't see the thorns
I am sorry
it wasn't a walk in the park or it was but the Serengeti
I am sorry
when I pointed to the clear night you felt it would never rain
I am sorry
I bathed you in pleasure and you forgot there's pain
I am sorry
I held you so tight you didn't prepare for when we drift apart
I am sorry
you swam to the deep end and coming out broke your Heart
I am sorry
you thought reality could be like the movies
where you forevermore enjoy the Angelic showbiz
I am sorry
you grew up way too soft but had to learn the hard way
I am sorry
our parting ways was too much a price for you to pay
but I am not sorry for the moments I confessed my affection
the many times I said I love you and you said it too
for there was a time, I swear this to you,
there was a time those words were so true

She frequently checks
Her trap lines;
Stealthily stalks.
She's an ***** grinder
Looking for a wild monkey.
She stuffs prey for mounting,
Prefers it that way -
Her animals on display.
She likes to bell collars,
Puts favourite food
Near worn, torn blankies
Where chair and whip
Tames the beast in me.

Walking on the sharps barefooted
Pounding heart as glass turned into pieces
Stretching skin sideways from east to west
Breaking soul 'til out of shape
Screaming in full voice yet no one ever heard it

Humiliation is a scarlet lash

that stripes my flesh scarlet, bright.

It strikes like a lighting flash

and fills my trembling heart with fright.

A train that never leaves the station
a bird with broken wings
an acid rain killing the spring flowers
I am
the clouds covering the full moon,
a funeral
the desert's freezing nights
I am
the thoughts that won't let you sleep at night
the deepest paper cut,
an illness with no cure
I am
the dust covering your lungs
the antagonist in your stories,
the cold wind hurting your bones.

I am the pain that hurts you the most.
I am the pain that loves you the most.