Her laughter has

worked its way

in between my heartbeats

Shall I call to thee once more, my love?
Thou arrow doth shoot into me from above.
Tangled stings of lover's passion never borrow.
Yet perched on the light of yester morrow,
She hordes my memory justly cloaked, an entrenchment.
Her Meadowlark breast sings of my contentment.
As my voice fails to muster thus.
Her lover's song doth turn to dust.
In the translucent glow of placid regret,
He sees the paleness of a face wet.
So saddening was once the passing rains,
Now forward, a bled heart remains.
Her pointed sharpened attraction once a desire,
Now merely a softened verse within my spire.
Thou stricken surprised; whilst I forthright,
To inform thee of tragedy ending thy night.

You drive me mad woman,
make me feel like a puppet,
a regular lunatic.

So please darling,
please take me
with you
to the other side.
String me up,
move my body parts
with your slick fingers.

Choke me,
choke me,
choke me hard,
take my thickness
within your
temptress-spirit.

Destroy me,
take me down,
squeeze tight,
annihilate me
with your charms,
consume
my rapid flow.

I want to inhale us,
feel your lady-grip,
taste us,
suffocate myself
deep inside
your
warm glow
& feel spent.

I Can

Here I am the man you want,
jiving, rhyming with an occasional taunt.
No one does it better,
I can even knit a sweater.
I can rock, I can roll,
I can strut, I can stroll.
I can win any event,
not a thing, I can't invent.
I can cure any disease,
I can shoot the breeze.
No one can walk in my shoes,
being me, I have nothing to lose.
I can be the most interesting man in the world,
I can make straight hair become curled.
I'm all that and a bag of chips,
you should see how I do back flips.
I can be rich, I can be poor,
I can install your front or back door.
Jack of trades, mastered them all,
I can be short, I can be tall.
My **** will never stink,
get too close, eye will turn pink.
I can rule, I can dominate,
for President, I can nominate.
I can laugh, I can cry,
but I never seem to know why.
I can do whatever I wanna do,
unfortunately, I choose not to.

Long lonely nights
followed by a lonelier day
I sit there in silence
waiting for the end
pain itching at my heart
killing all my dreams
devouring all happiness
only to bestow upon me
a shroud of sorrow
the beast grows
the animal screaming
destroying who I was
and creating the demon
of which I am to become
all hope for me has died
I am the darkness

Witches and llamas
dark cobble ****** streets winding
blank vacant eyes stare