slamming onto white keys on a piano,
enough rude chords to think the strings would snap;
From such harsh playing passionate sweat falling from eyelashes
from closed eyes. Age could be shown by hands rough corners and the
story behind every wrinkle. you could't see years past his beard, just a stern man
hunched over with fastidious fingers. Whom was not even playing music anymore but
just sound, brutal and beautiful sound.

Rocks as rough as tough love, resemble your
once smooth shelled hard stubborn heart. In spite
of any fight, your words lash like vicious lightening
in the night. Your eyes the worst part of a storm, clouds creep
under your eye lids; drowning feels like the norm. Only in a brief
pause of distress can I get close enough to wrap and sooth you like
blankets of beautiful melodies holding and warming your snow pail arms.
Your head would just stay down, never looking towards or even just alittle over
the horizon. So as the searing smile of Sun moves down, I whisper in her velvet ear
"Look past the clouds Darling, and see the stars. They look beautiful when they shine
off your eyes. Small bright points that keep my heart warm, in the eye of your storm.

Another quiet morning, heavy clouds are pouring
And I could have been sound asleep snoring
Instead I miss the sound of your voice
Warming, soothing, my ears euphony of choice
Separated by distance in the rain, watch my heart flood
And slowly take the pain
Lips as bitter as black coffee, because nothing felt more
Sweeter than a “good morning Darling”
Always had to be a struggle, for us, to be two people to
Get along and cuddle. But words never got to close
Always end up in a quite rebuttal.
How every breath of silence only sets down a fence
Hurtful, daunting, dense silence makes pain seem immense
Coming to remember now, pass times that were bliss
Back in the summers when it would only take a kiss
And It make makes me happy the ways our love grew
So I’ll never stop writing love poems to remind you
“Roses are red, and Violets are violet. There’s no need
for words Darling, our smiles are silent."

please Dear god help me tame this beast
every night is a fleshful feast
alawys staring in the heart of temtaions eyes
under the blanket of the midnight moonlight sky
disire's voice biting my ear
and pleasing thoughts far from a sear
oh how the waves of lust crash
calm then violent tides pass
and the wall of passion stops me
wide eyed in the cold
in the rain

I could hear each splash of sweat dripping on the table...
my hand felt so dry; the young girl took the lifeless solf vascular dollar
from my sun harden hand, and handed me a transparent glass with
four frozen cubse of ice, and warm lemonade...

cling to the daliy
figmental clock that wakes you
in the morning. sleep wth your bed
as if the sun was always stuck at rising.
plunging into a think fluffy cloud
the sky feels like a dream.

church girls, the ones whom
lie, cheat, steal, and pray.