The walls bleed blue blood,
Like a Reverend who cannot
Make love.
God will smite thee.
My sins are on these walls.
All the loves and all the might
Have beens are whispering from
These walls with the best secret
Of all: love hides in the chaos
Of the waves inside your head.

Close your eyes and feel, don't see,
This love that never hides.
It's in between the ripples.
Look!
It's her smile and those hazel eyes you
Lust over.
It's the skin that was so soft you
Knew it was the devils work.
It's her laugh,
Oh god,
That laugh that kills you every
Single
Time.

****.

It's the way she caressed your soul
And whispered, like a bandit
With a bad secret: this is love.
This is home.

Why didn't you steal this memory, my bandit in the night?
Like the gold watch on the night stand, it has worth.
The important things have more worth than all the gold in the world.

She,
Those blistering June nights when
We would kiss.
This IS home.
This was home.

I pray to the shadows and I tell you this.
"You're already home were you feel loved."
They leave me alone now, those shadows, with their lonely smiles.
They have their pain.

I have mine.

i keep this photo close
to remember when love was still new
when i shined bright in your eyes
and you looked for me along other faces.
now i wish for your eyes,
and beg for any words from your lips.
i hope that somewhere deep inside,
you still have love for me,
and that you won't break my heart.
you have the ability to,
because darling, i will easily call myself crazy about you.
is this my fault?
do i not love you enough?
maybe i'm just greedy,
but i soak up every ounce
of your soft words
and cherish them like you wouldn't believe.

I arrived ,
     the narrow ,
          the unnerved ,
               and unwavering ,

Never was I any of these .

Instead I arrived like
a cold soaking rain .

As everyone was looking
for a change .

The sparrows huddled together
and talked cheap talk
with hushed cheeps
and eyed me
suspiciously

Life is what you make of it.
Happy or bittersweet it can be.
Approach me with a pale of stones
and I shall reproach you with a whisper of faith.

Never speak of your negative qualities.
Man can change his ways.
In a moment at any given time.
Only tell me what is good of you.

Hopefully your actions are constant.
Jesters only kind.
I don't care about your symmetry.
Nor, your wealth.

What I want from you is truth.
Trust is my need.
Fickleness is not my commodity.
I don't want your alibi.

Good moral  attributes are a stimulate.
Character is what man kind needs.
Materialistic astringent qualities must leave.
Spiritual values I only heed.

Oh beau
Didst thou giveth thy queen thine hand in marriage?
Or still seeketh thy holy sanctimony?

Belittled her thou did,
Gaveth her vinegar for water
And canker for bliss

What didst thou miss?

Didn't get on hands and knees,
Thou art no king,
A frog from devils thorn!!!

Thou lusted other babes
Thou ****** the milk of saddened parade
And gleathed at paramount illness..

Unwilling nit!!!!

Thou made a beast of her,
Thyself canst sleep for sure
For thine eyes will be ravaged from worldly apparel...

Dog of carols!!!!

Her optimism thou hath made pessimistic,
Thy mouth was shut, not all gifted
As her yen thou hath made a clown!!!

Eagerly loud...

Thy papyrus is now unmanaged
Thou art a glutton of ****** malice,
For thou hath despised her crying sheeks!!!

Thy perception is immodestly bleached!!!

                                      BOGUS CASSANOVA!!!!

Your voice makes me melt,
but gives me chills
I've never felt.
It's just so beautiful,
it seems so unreal.
And when sung
so sweetly,
it was meant to heal.
It will help the masses
if it reaches their ears.
It will mend the breaks,
and dry the tears.
You will move so many,
touching
every single heart.
I want to promote your life
and produce all your arts.
I just want this feeling
to be spread all around.
Because babe,
you've got it!
Such Delicious Sound!
Waking up to you
is Christmas Morning
Everyday.
I just love you as a person,
what else could I say.
I've always loved your songs,
they've filled up my soul.
Because you put it all out there,
you put your heart in whole.

move to small island village
bartend at only bar
serve drunk Irishmen
sleep soundly

Sometimes I think I'm crazy imagining your hands that are on my body
Once on her's too

Maybe I'll just never get over the past
& maybe you won't ever love me like you loved her

When I find myself reaching back
Willing to taste the yesterdays
When all was good
And all the bad I now wear as a badge
For all that made me glad
I now reflect feeling sad

. . . standing in front of a picture window of a house in the nineteen fifties , watching life flash on by , 57 , 60 , 64 , 68 , 70 , 74 , 80 , 88 , 93 , 01, 08 , 15 . . .

all the unanswered questions
the feelings that I never belonged
like I am from somewhere else
another universe , somewhere gone