Woke up so dehydrated my mouth was cracked with blood
The pain overtook my body like the sacred bible flood
My eyes burn like fire from all the lack of sleep
No one understands my daily struggle or takes me seriously
Some days I can smile and forget about the hurt
And appreciate the life I'm given and appreciate the worth
But days like this are spent in sorrow, severe and true abyss
And leave me only to desire a better day than this
I ask God for His strength but I never ask for cure
Growing old in this condition would mean more a hellish prison than a promise to be sure
Maybe I'm here to suffer and feel what one cannot
Maybe I'm absorbing the hurt for someone weak and going through alot
Maybe I'm here to open eyes so my soul can really see
No matter how mangled my surface from the battle scars I'll always be
Me

Beautiful

Darling you are beautiful.
Not just ordinary-sort-of-beautiful either.
It's not for everyone to enjoy,
Tis not to everyone's taste,
But it is there:
Ineffable beauty.
And it begs to be loved.
I would do so gladly,
Tracing your face's outline
Like it is a piece of art work,
Or the full moon in the sky.
It is so specific. So very you:
Beauty like no other.
You can't see it sometimes
Because it hides behind your smile
And sits above your raised brows.
It likes to daydream at times
In the crooks of your curls,
And takes a nap on your nose.
As a master of disguise,
It plunges into your eyes,
And finds there warm sea water.
It is a little timid maybe,
But with a few kind thoughts
You could lure it out
Into your own
Observable universe.

I,m not poet ,not scholar , not perfect at all
I make mistakes often I stumble ,I fall
I read and I write , do the best that I can
But after all ,I'm only human.

I must confess
As I undress
The sins I carry
I cannot bury

They haunt in the night
And even in the light
They follow close
But never are they seen

Save for me in my nightmares
And every time between

Will they ever leave me
There's only one who can say
I'm hopeful To meet him
On my last day

Stop thinking that you are too much
this or that
too ugly or too fat
because you are worth
much more
than a number.

No jean size, person or society
can dictate how you live your life.
No failure or mistake can ever
define you.

You are only defined by your character.

Rising from the gates of Hell
The ancient angel Gabriel
He who first locked up the beast
To give the world its time of peace

Now the angel once again
Had the keys in his hands
To loose the beast upon the world
His time has come, his flag unfurled

A thousand years has been given he
By the one who made the keys
But when his reign is finally through
Back through the gates of Hell to his doom

He cannot win and this he knows
His aim to take as many souls
With him when he goes back to Hell
The most beautiful angel, before he fell.

Alas I've found another Muse
She knows not yet
But still it's true

For from inside
Inspiration again flows
Until that time
Like the rest she shall go

I walked through a town
That I once knew
Walked not drove
And that's how I knew

All along the side of the road
Bottles and cans strewn all around
Flattened cigarette packs,
General ******* and such
Stark reminders
Of those down on their luck

We drive past such things
Each and every day
We don't blink an eye
Nor do we say

Maybe that fellow
Could use a lift
It's pedal to the metal
And around all lifes corners

We drift.

Adventurous spirit I still have inside
Though through these bars
no mountains left to climb

No thrill of the hunt
No shade under trees
On a vast arid desert
Like when I was free

Alone in my cage
Though the bars they are rusting
Maybe someday
though I'm no longer trusting.

Each time you run out
It gets harder to wait
Then you get more
And more you will take

One of these days
You'll have waited too long
You'll take way too many
And soon will be gone.

I write for her
Though I don't think she knows
My heart like my words
To her I hope they'll flow.

I see so much sadness
I know I'm not alone
So,So much pain
Rivers of it flow

I understand the reasons
Wish to help them all
How would that be possible
When I still trip and fall

Hope keeps showing itself
Only glimpses at a time
There's one who keeps me moving
She moves me all the time

Someday seems so distant
Like a mountain looming far
But someday keeps me going
Though sometimes it gets hard.