The opposition of life or death chokes my brain

Your eyes dress me with mountains of fear

As slowly it kisses my flesh with fatal flames

Decorating me with burns of a third degree nature



Heightened levels of anger secrete from your fangs

You hiss and rattle your tongue as you prepare to strike

Ready to plague my body with treacherous toxins

Awaiting to suffocate my veins with your bane breath



Why must you ambush an innocent heart with unwanted company?

Why must you dominate a free spirit with shackles of superiority?

I stand cautiously in the corner as you snap fiercely at me

Spitting venom faster than speeding bullets across my path



Meticulously it blinds my vision with every ounce of vengeance

Without warning it pours upon the tender blades of my shoulders

Drowning me in a sea of scars as a result of heinous jealousy

Constantly serving as a reminder of who you truly appear to be



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



(All rights reserved)

Her heart screams for the cradle of love’s embrace

Yet she gets left behind in the bitterness of the cold

The pain that leaks from her tears speak of injustice

As they so softly fall to the ground in utter silence

Slowly she walks with her head held down in shame

She reaches for the bathroom drawer with excitement

Carefully she searches for the blade of her choice

Running her fingers gently along the razor’s edge

It was like the sound of music to her unruly ears

As a lullaby sang in crimson streams upon her skin



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



(All rights reserved)

Have you ever wondered why you never have any friends?
Have you ever wondered why you cling so much
to kids that you have convinced yourself to call your friends?
If you can answer those two questions easily and truthfully
then you would be no more and no less valuable or worthless of a friend
than if you were to begin believing that you could ever live up to anything as remotely similar
to this idea that we all refer to as a friend
Is it a blessing to you?
To constantly shed your skin before every single group of people you fall into?
It’s almost as if you are falling back into your mother’s womb
because of all the traits that you are carrying into the world
thinking your childish *** is invincible and exempt


I got a few things to tell you about friends
Select and memorize what you want and trash what you don’t want to hear
Friends don’t eavesdrop on other friends conversations
then turn around and create drama just to have an excuse to ruin healthy and functional relationships
and friends don’t sit posted up in black second hand t-shirts and beg for attention from other “friends”
to delve into every detail of their pain when they can choose how they let circumstances and/or tribulations affect them.
I never wish death upon anyone but the death gods had long since said it
This is why the two of us aren’t friends
You want to turn against me like I’m the enemy
when all I ever did was show you respect and courtesy
and then my so-called friend tells me he stood up for me in that petty argument that you created
How do I know that it wasn’t him who snitched and tried to use you as decoy to lift the blame from his name?
How do I know that he hasn’t been doing that this whole time?

HOW??????

Think about it.

Your eyes travel at indefinite speeds

Intruding my safe haven of refuge

Lasers gliding gently across my bones

Scanning intensely for faults of your choice



My senses detect screams of ruthless shame

Erupting without a valid warning

This heart can taste the ice, cold cruelty

Dripping down the surface of your lovely cheeks



Bathing you in shadows of putrid lies

Oh dear beloved creature of beauty

Amorous desires dawn before you

Yet you are beguiled by vanity  



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)

The suitable fashion in how her lips trembled
Held a power that could obliterate a man’s thoughts

However it had given birth to an alleged interest
With the taste sparkling along the surrounding pink flesh

One may possibly summarize this untimely feature
As a prelude to a shared awakening

And as the walls of her voice broke
Swooned I had become

By the sound of countless ways
In which she could craft a story

And as the words continued to pour forth
From her lovely orifice

The animation within her eyes
Continued to build

Though the ashes of her secrets
Had fallen to the ground

Haven’t you knuckle heads ever heard of that old saying “You reap what you sow?”
Well, I find that statement presents more than a handful of truth
Every one of you validate it every day
Always bringing your misery through the door and taking it out on others
You don’t make enough money in tips or the customer’s orders are too fancy, indecisive, or extensive
Then you turn around and bully other co-workers
coughing up lies about their job performances to compensate for your own securities about the performance of your own
as well as telling other co-workers “We can make your job harder for you.”
***** you can’t, won’t and aren’t going to do anything to make my job harder for me
The fact that I have to work along side you is enough to make any worker’s job harder than it already is.
Plus you are always overstepping personal boundaries
talking about what somebody’s mother should have done.

You’re in no place to provide commentary on any person’s childhood parenting.
Focus on avoiding converting that to reality.

P.S. *******!

Seven billion motion pictures astir

Though all are taught that they are---

To star in maybe one---

or twenty-eight…

Occurring throughout the universe,---

much of our desire---

much of our reasoning had become rife

and in our years we felt like stars

celebrated wide and far