nailed to the black board i hang from chains
while consistently racking my brain
unbalanced and aching i tear myself away
ancient sins and blemishes cover the skin i am in
like unnatural flesh as i await my death
lost in depth - hiding from Hades
trying to escape fire's plague
bald heads and coke filled nostrils sent me here
and Cerberus with no fear keeps me here
i try to cast away the memories of the "HE's"
in secrecy
"see no evil"
yet it has found me
bound and stored in the men who faked
love
stolen innocence
& trust
only seeking out the weak for lust
removing the soul from its core to restore with order
controlling the mind and numbing the heart
shattering any and every part of life from the start
and now here i lay lifeless
ending the fall at this bottomless pit
drowning in a burning river and i only feel the coldness
from within as my body quivers
salt-water taste stones my tongue
and i only wonder
"is this what the 'HEs' left me to become?"
and its the dark that encloses on my heart
that hides tears and bloodshed
left my the men who made me a 'woman'
way before time had its say

It is a temple
Where we pray and learn!

It is an abode
Where we congregate and share!

It is a garden
Where everyone blossom!

It is a bastion of contemplation
Each of us sanctify with thought!

It is foliage
Reflects our friendship and wisdom!

It is a castle
Where we find out our hymn to lead a life!

It is a stream
Still flowing and giving elixir of life!

a bottle of scotch had bad dreams.
bullets twitch, junk sick
in 3 inch thick
mustard ****.
toe nails clipped from yeti  
lay strewn about the **** stained corpse
of a motel six dixie cup -
root canal trophy,
next to
a black fez
with scab tassel
upended.
down in it. belching apnea
propaganda
and belladonna
waiting for curious george
to find a shotgun
and a yellow
hat

and a brick banana.

blowflies inhale the rank damp
of a fresh ****.
the odd dog whines
like a clown in -
a blender.
[ the ]
house wins
with a marked card; jabbing fat fingers
into acned rosacea
bloated with sleep lack
and mortgage
back stab
chasing twenty ******
with a hollow point
pull from an acid
flask

while hailing a black cab.

tinsel sutures
stitch eyelids as a mercy
shattered bone knit
hand-grenade
cozies
old glory, at half mast
half wasted
fifty stars, no light
dragging on
the grounds of immunity
to do a line
of coke stock
with a basset hounds'
finesse.

your taxes at work
in columbia,
hiding from a lost farm
in Idaho

your american dream
turning tricks in shanghai
for a counterfeit
egga roll

your meme, devoid
like an ice cube
tombstone

your freedom, parking cars
for italian escorts
smoking skin flutes
for ferraris
and white teeth.

your integrity, sold to a hedge fund
for astroglide and a pez dispenser
packed with prozac
pressed by ' Jose the butcher' s abuela
in a narco slum
that ain't seen radio
since cinder blocks
had wings.

These soft stones you call stars
claw at ravens, underneath the skull of your irony.
We are not without our useful futilities -
That function as the only spiral
of our narrow chasm

yawning in the wicked mist that tingles in the nerve-dead breath, your charms are few -
well met    and the hour has lost it's keening dread...
Where the hourglass slept -

Things are not the things we name things, alas
Our lexicon corrupts the numb jest -
the dumb joke that chokes the joy out of dominion
and bloats the vulture
till it simply

explodes.

You're next.

My only dream
is a dream come true
May I be your voice?
May I touch your heart?
May I use words to see through you?
Take my hand and feel free to get lost
smell the flowers
dance in the rain
appreciate the thunder
embrace all of the pain
Let me reach a place that has never been seen
Let my words anoint your emotions
Let my visions be your dreams
Let me understand your struggles
Let me solve your troubles
Let me inspire the sun to shine
and the moon to light
in the night
Let me hold you in the arms
of the poetry I write

May my dreams come true
My only dream is to please you
To move you
To help you
To soothe you
With every word I write
I give my all
I give my might
Won't you dance with me tonight?
Across the page
as if on stage
and hold each other tight?

Let's celebrate our feelings
and make our dreams come true
Let me be the poet I dream to be
All because of you