Me in the blue.

Violent, shirtless pugilist, wearing leather shoes.

Dancing on the canvass and pities the fools with no reflections.

Muscle and mind synchronized to face the strength of his weakness, weakness to his strength.

The only one who understands the sacrifice, training and pain.

Timeless crucial ignorance.

A dance of true love if there ever was one of pure violence.

It was a bird with grey feathers, and red eyes; locked on her child. Determined and terrified she came out of her shell and with legs like lead she started to move. Crying for help.

I witnessed it all.

From the flight to the fall, a man was throwing rocks from afar. A hero to save the innocent from a ruthless hawk.

Good vs evil

Devil vs God

The man saved the day, he chased the evil predator away.

Natures drama between turtles and a hawk.

I said “please stop, don’t you see that she’ll starve. There’s nothing else moving in this heat.”

“No, there’s food in the sea” he replied - “the turtles will survive!”

“Not them!” I cried, “the poor bird; he’ll starve and die.”

Like leaves from the vine

falling

so

slow

or a brave soldier boy, that never came home…

Here’s where the story begins: One night, feeling empty I called God. Said I wanted a creature embodying all the feminine, an hour later, she walked in.

I watched in disbelief as a step started a lone violin, her walk queued a dozen, amazed by this skill I invited her in.

She put other sad girls to shame, for she had a soundtrack to her walk. Steps accompanied by music is what every girl wants, an orchestra or a live band playing as if directed by her hips. Full lips writing melodies as she speaks.

Ancient profession and she’s a professional, we’re all poets and lovers, a player playing wonderful music as I bade in her thighs, kiss the sides of her wide hips. Fingers running… Down. Her abdomen aching for me to get inside. Tongue barely brushing by. Feeling the pain in your left thigh as I become the passion to the right so I… Stop. You ask why and I say: “Not yet” You laugh it of, grab me and we’re at it again, grab your neck, squeeze those hips, hold your knees, kiss those lips… Pushed you of, said goodnight, left the room.

Caught me quick, with an attitude, said you lost.

Paid for ****

Now I’m the *******

Ice cream for the kids.

Tea for the summer because the heat stays away from warm intestines.

Get lids for the open holes inside…

Society

Place them right beside the holes and show how empty some places can be.

If they get embarrassed and cover their ****** ****** and harsh truths.

We can be empty and happy because nobody sees what shouldn’t be.

But is.

Now we can all drink tea to stay cool but never ice cream in the winter….

That’s ridiculous the kids would laugh and call me crazy.

Maybe they’ll stumble upon my beautiful words, those would surely make their hearts sink, rise, rotate and swirl on the edges of their chest. Make the physician within them cry out of recognition with my bitter medicine. Please just swallow it, accept me.

Gave you the thought…

Set you free, stole your soul, threw you of the edges of a cliff. Carried away by the forcefull tides away from home, away from me. Bitter medicine indeed.

Womans enclosed mind in pain

Heart in ******

I’ll give you your soul back

Please just love me

Living amongst no roses… except the one she sold
100 for the hour
Life is to hard It knocks her off bal
ance
Annie are you OK?
Did he *** inside of you?
I died in a bar fight… Are you OK Annie?
I wish I could come back

I
Ancient wives’ tales, made into sob stories about the ever so gentle mother nature. Venus crushed by Mars and forced into metamorphosis. Hidden forces and destructive powers under a facade of innocent, fragile flesh. Milk and honey will be saviors of man. Cybele’s womb; creating them again. Craving destruction and suicide: She will destroy us all.
II
Aphrodite adopted an Ego, she’s modern and female. Suffering turns her on, destined to wait in fruitless lands for her love. When he returns: Her nature to avenge the universal pain: the kind, weak boy will die in her treacherous loving arms. Failed to be like him now she’s lost
III
He feels like a rock, looks busy and doesn’t need me. Not so pretty; dark clothes and square shoes. Unkept hair on straight lines defining his face. Animal attraction forcing Venus to attack. The rock never breaks and she’s in pain. Crying and hurting, he comforts her. With a sly smile and a burning chest thinking I’m saved. Oblivious of her head resting on the small crack she made.