Fatal flick of my index finger
It's too dark to investigate
Ambition creeping out of my nose
Lungs filling with paranoia
I'm left in the dark
Where am I this time
Whose head is on my shoulders
That's not my heart beating in my chest
And I
Am
Not
          Me.

open your ribs
and let me breathe my love
into your lungs

slit your veins
and let me paint my passion
across your chest

part your lips
and let me snake my tongue
all the way down to your heart

spill your mind
and let me see
what a lovely mind dares accompany
such a lovely face


-jd

blank, is the canvas
the artist, sits alone
and thinks of brighter colors
the canvas becomes my home


adding touches of the sun
in one single stroke
ivy green masks the clouds
the jungle becomes a cloak


the brightest white,
to grace the sky a brilliant breeze
and tiny specks of yellow dust
to give the wind something to tease


trees, clouds, sunlight
things I've never seen
all come to life...
on this tiny little screen


bold, rich colors
paint a life I once dreamed
aqua ribbons of blue
highlight the tiny stream


I look outside at the brick wall
in front of my window seal
and turn back to my canvas
real life lost all appeal


so I paint the things I'd rather see
that in my heart become alive
with careful strokes and dimension
a new life I created with artistic strife


there it lies before me
with an angelic glow
but something seems amiss
one last thing it needs to grow


among the barest spots
beneath the rich, wet paint
I draw a person smiling
though the smile seems so faint


hidden in the heart
a place I'd long to see
and there it is, my masterpiece...
the life I hold within..
me.

She was an evil stepmother.
In her old age she is slowly dying
in an empty hovel.

She shudders
like a clutch of burnt paper.
She does not remember that she was evil.
But she knows
that she feels cold.

Kids these days-
We smoke our dreams
So out of touch when it comes to reality,
Set up by machines
And cheap manufactured mortality
Tightened at the seams
To choke out thought and what it means,
Shut up, **** up.
Just sit back and hit that green.

You took my breath away
Countless sleepless nights of thinking coupled with realism
I begin to breathe again

The air tastes bitter tonight