I sneak inside your mind
and tiptoe amongst
the broken glass
skirting around
disassociated thoughts
watching arguments
you thought you lost
sitting in the bleachers
of the upper reaches
of your subconsciousness

I find
I'm not the only spectator
that dwells within
your mind

you sit next to me
****** bare feet
you whisper softly
you're in for a treat

See that white knight
upon that fiery steed
that's you
waiting, for me

Waiting for the battle
sitting so calm
here I come
upon the darkest horse
ready to do you harm

I sat quietly in the stands
of your twisted tournament
holding onto your hand
waiting for spears to rend
skin from flesh
tear flesh from bone
waiting for blood to pour
from an empty wound

but the white knight
did not advance
just sat quietly
in saddle
waiting for a chance
for the black knight
to fall, stricken by
a ghostly lance
It was the white knights
chance, to catch him
as he tumbled
and fell

and there I dwell
inside your mind
you tumbled and fell
*I caught you in time

True story, word for word*

17 year old Son
calls his Mum

and says

Can you stop
at the shops,
and buy me,
a pair of thongs
and a box
of condoms

when I dropped
your favourite mug
and it shattered
into a thousand pieces
when I spoke
your name
and only silence
was my greeting
when I played
your favourite song
and I couldn't hear
your voice
singing
when I laid down
in bed alone
I didn't feel your touch
just the raw stinging
when I showered
waiting for you
to peek
I stepped out
mute
wrapped in
aloneness
wishing your ghost
could speak

**** something
or phone a friend
bury the past
or find an end
contemplate suicide
or running scared
decide if you pay cash
or leave your credit bared
take a lot of pills
and drink a lot
cut yourself properly
just to make the pain stop
sweet talk your alter ego
to go just another day
or choose which way to go
if you can't stay
drive for miles
in a direction you don't know
ask the street signs for guidance
even if it shows
where you won't end up
but isn't it a game?
you'll look for guidance
on every corner
that starts to look the same

This is not so much a poem. This is more a revealing of a high that comes from taking the liars down. This is not about reposting ones own work under multiple accounts (I don't understand it and I don't get it but you can't steal from yourself...) This is a story of being able to show ones true character by pointing out that what they write, how they bask in the muted sunlight of another's ignorance to their thievery, just leaves them looking pale!*

You see me as a troublemaker
storming your made up works
just trying to influence your friends
that your not that kind of girl
You see me as an interloper
just jealous of your success
Little Darlin' I don't care for you
except for exposing your lying cheating ***
Stop garnering your self esteem
upon backs that are already broke
Stop making people believe
you suffered what you supposedly wrote
Honestly! If you are impressed
and feel heart whole, then simply,
Say thank you, I feel what you wrote
I feel you wrote it for me

Just don't steal their words
and let everyone think
You're a master poet/ess
All you need to do
is
link...

for it was never my intention
to be a puppet with a frown
perhaps you won't believe it
sitting under a liars crown

I've cut myself for long enough
that blood is my middle name
basking naked upon a concrete slab
I've oft been fed back my own shame

so take all these letters, mix them up
juggle them gaily to become verbose
for they have fallen,  at feet
that have stopped walking
just litter, ash, carrion at most

So kiss me on lips
coated in poison

and wish me well

For I am off to a more acrid clime
where secrets will often tell
that hiding behind a wordsmiths spine
will see me burn in hell

My mother always said
when you hand over a knife
you should always hold it
toward someone, with the blade
in your hand
but it's a little hard
when the blade is slippery
with my blood
and I had to use the handle
to pull it from my back

one day, I'll sit
and explain
each and every line
I'll weave a tale
of every heretical thought
that crossed my mind
I'll describe the emotions
that clawed their way
through my chest
Alien like
and came to rest
upon a page
sage like
in its green(ness)
Exhalting in its freeness

Yes, one day I will explain
and until that day
read what you can
take what interpretation
that gets you though
the gelatinous mass
that is Life
One day, I'll explain
until then
let's pretend
we got through this
together.....

Jealousy is a curse
but Revenge will
invite Karma
Love will decide
a date
But the Heart will
wear armour
Hate will stand
in the corner
Death will come alone
Evil will turn up late
Fear will turn all
into stone
Empathy may appear
but Pessimism will decline
maybe Optimism will come
if Hindsight is behind
Happiness will drift by
but Sadness
will linger on
Anger will try to
**** the party
even when the last
Emotion is gone

guess what i saw today?
a guy holding a sign saying
Free Hugs
and I thought to myself...
Really? Is anything truly free in today's world?
and I stopped to look at him,
really took a good look
and noticed that he wasn't just trying to make others happy
he just wanted to be hugged
Its then i realised in our own desperation
we create situations to suit
ourselves.
Hugs given, or received, are beneficial
to both the giver and the receiver
and truly are free :)

It hit muddied from the get go
Life got messy so early
It got ***** and down low
Just hit messier, you know?

It got tangled in briars and thorns
it hit shitastic in a fierce light storm
Life gets messier every forsaken day
This **** is too messed up to stay

It tumbles like weeds on empty streets
and begs like one dollar hookers
or urchins addicted to simple treats
because that's all they get to eat

no one will ignore the lookers

Life got messy at the crack of Dawn
she swallows nails, upon a yawn
she pretends so succinctly, to be the norm

When did this Life become forlorn?

Life got messy when I picked up the knife and turned it back and forth
beneath flickering fluorescent lights and pretended I knew what it's for

Now I'm not so sure

Should I mess up my skin?
Should I mess up my Ex?
Should I carve my initials
into the the tree I thought
we would again meet at next?

Life just got messier
when I realised my age
my circumstance, my stance

It gets even messier when
you dig to the back of your closet
and find your skinny jeans
you'll never ever fit again
without a Godsend chance

Life *****, Life is Love
Life means nothing but,
is everything
Life blows, Life is messy
I'd give everything
to do it again

I found a dollar
I picked it up
at lunch
at the Pub
I feed it to the
Pokie Machines
(I never use my own money)

I won another dollar

So I kept pressing
the flashing button
Not understanding
the symbols falling
as it added
more and more
dollars to the ***

After a while
it had reached ten dollars

(to me that's a lot)

Hit Collect
Listen to gold hit tin
scooped them up
cashed them in

Dropped them
into my handbag
Only nine coins tinkled
one had made

it's own escape

Looked back at Goliath
a little old lady
had paused
Bent lower (than ever)
plucked at sticky carpet
came up with one dollar
I smiled
because
it was
the dollar
I picked up
Salute to old Lady
$100 now in her pocket

Both our days made

Better by a dollar ;)

so much that separates us
from beginning to end
We woke in the morning
several hours apart
There was no kiss
Good Morning
no day to start

Voices over the phone
pretend they hold hands
only hanging up your voice
could my breath expand

Dinner over the table
is an empty treat
clashing gazes meet
Laying down,
so close to you
beneath the sheets
we are separated
by inches,
and close the gap
for heat

Days are lived by ourselves
Nights we become someone else

As I lay me down to sleep
I hope you wake
and my soul you claim
with lips that ask
my heart to keep

Nothing comes between us
beneath the sheets

Every day, the cracks in the sidewalk
draw my gaze, because, not because
I'm afraid of stepping on them
but because I'm afraid of tripping
The cracks themselves, in terms
of wishes don't bother me
I won't ever break my Mummas back
It's how they seem to raise above
the norm of a flat surface to navigate
Trying to make this idiotic body
fall, just sprawl lifelessly, is the crack
But I am born of more studiousness
I don't want to look up from pavement
into laughing faces, amidst concern
gasping with feigned indifference
I want to fill each crack with perfection
from my heel, from my fingertips, clawing
away the empty earth that filters between
and settles, hidden beneath crust and dirt
I want to open the crack to study it's girth
to reveal what it hides, unseen
If there are worlds yet undiscovered
they are hiding in the cracks of the
Sidewalk of Life
Stumbled upon by one who wants to dig
and get their hands *****, on their knees
because they fell, laughing on the way down

10W
did you feel them?
those words that are mine?

Haiku
did they kiss your lips?
or simply drift behind eyes
that missed fingertips

Acrostic
Ten thousand emotions
Held in my heart
And yet, they depart
Never to just sit all alone
Kindness will repay

Yawning is the cavity
Of  split open feelings
Under fragile skin
*Please stay..,

Freestyle
Nobody knows where they are going, they just pretend as they look forward that they have a destination in mind, only to find, they've come full circle, back to where they began and then, they just start again
They cry for what's lost on the path, it fell out of their pocket, somewhere along the way but, the wonder of the Circle is,  it has no end, they can pick it up again, someday....

Doth you malign me
with virtuous intent
your design upon me
is a malignant bent

If, after being bound
by silver motes of rain
that soaked not unto my skin
but which quenched the fire
that I writhed upon in pain
had I ripped you from beneath
my own eager breast, you surely
would not rest but proudly
would have died, alone, on a street
but would you have found rest?

Dare not you parlay with me!

I still have eyes, a mind, a soul
you see. As adamantly that you
try to leap from my body to be
independent, you bleed, fresh,
from my flesh.
Unable to breath outside my body

So hush and do not fash so

Hold your peace and pray
I am disinclined to end it this day
just so you know

It's just not like that!

There is no script, no director screaming
Cut!
Now let's do it again
this time, with meaning?

There is no early warning of subterfuge
or lightly dropped, not so hidden clues
No instantly in 'five minutes' guessed plots
because all expectancy needs to fit
inside a predetermined time slot

There is no Boy meets Girl
Girl hates Boy
Boy doesn't understand why?
Boy realises on page 106
why Girl hates him
and spends 87 pages
delving within his own psyche
as he rides his motorbike
on the edge of Life

he will crash, most like

Ever wonder why sequels are never
"as good as the original"
Because questions were answered at the end
and everything that went unanswered
never begged the question

Of course, you say, it will never be
just like a book or a movie
or even those ******
'Made for Television' series
because each and every one
is just a captured moment in time

Depicting just one heartbeat
out of so many millions
that skittered out of line

I loved with grand passion
and lost with grander shame

Only those that burn with me
will know such pain

I used to have a book, books,
that I scribbled in furiously
at work, at traffic lights
in the morning and at night
after I went to bed, I'd get up again
and bled upon a page
I'd be halfway through a shower
and I'd rush through top and toe
just to drip upon the page
so the feelings would not go away

now

I write mine freehand, in the dark
after my world has gone to sleep
I take another drink
and become part of all of me
I used to think carefully
about each syllable,
each carefully constructed line
but there is no time, no time left
for me to care what falls from my brain

I read everyday, every word said
I collect emotions of others wounds
and store them as prizes in my head
I love everyone you do, or, did
and I hate them for how they treated you
or, I did, until you forgave them
or, killed them in memory or,
flogged yourself stupid for their mistakes
I get it, you write what I've lived

I draw on memories that aren't mine
Emotions I've never allowed to cut deep
Promises that were left unspoken
and crossroads where we would never meet

Hence the darkness needed to write
because I'm afraid of the shadows
that seem to hide in the light
In the dark I can pretend to be alone
Just my drink, and my dog
which occasionally likes to sit on me
and I can pretend I mean something
to just anyone, kissing emotional lips
with a passion of memories
I don't seem to own

Beware those who judge, lest you be judged! Who hasn't been judged by the tattoos on their bodies or the piercings in their skin, by the bike they ride, or the car they drive, or the home they live in, or by their religion or the colour of their skin? But you know what? At the end of the day, those above have laid down their head and slept well, not judging the rest of the world... May we all sleep well at night ;)

Picture the clown
with his silly frown
upside down

Picture the big cat
that docilely sat
as you gave it a pat

Picture the main ring
where the bearded lady will sing
the unicorns, risen at dawn
will trail a rainbow on a string

Picture the strongman
holding a child's hand
when everybody just ran

Picture the journey
that involved you and me
Picture the empty seat

Now picture the chaos
the emptiness of loss
all the glamour and gloss

Picture the heartbreak and joy
see the little boy, with the toy?
It's the one thing he don't allow
others to destroy

Picture waking at dawn
understanding in a yawn
nothing will be different this morn

Picture this, the colours are wild
life is more difficult to adhere
Picture the difficulty of this postcard
*Wish you were here

There was less than 5 minutes left.

   She didn’t wake this morning thinking that she had 5 minutes left and what the sudden impact of that moment would have on her.

   She awoke to gentle kisses from her husband as he gently whispered his lips against her eyelids and caressed her face like he was committing her to his memory. It had been their ritual for nearly 2 years now. He was off to save the world, the face of danger just another one in his day and she was there when he got home, to wipe away the horrors that he saw, day in day out. It was her face that helped him get through every day.

   It was only after a solitary breakfast and a sigh, with mundane, routine tasks running though her mind, being mentally checked off her To Do List that she found herself inside the bank just after lunch impatiently shuffling her feet in a line that took even more precious minutes from a life that always expected a tomorrow.

   ‘He doesn’t know!’
She shuffles forward slowly as she unconsciously strokes her flat belly.
‘But he will tonight. Tonight I get to show my total commitment to him by introducing our daughter’
She realizes that she hasn’t moved in line even though there is no longer no one in front of her anymore. For some reason they are all laying on the floor like they’ve turned to jelly and when she is seized roughly from behind she only just notices that she is the chosen one because she remained standing and it’s that defiance that will be punished.

   She is left standing, strapped inside a hideous contraption with a timer that is blinking at her silently, mocking her by quietly saying This Is The Time You Have Left

   And now there is less than 5 minutes left. All the bad men have gone, all except the one or two that bleed silently on the floor. The rest of the bank patrons have been moved out, single file, through the front door and through the floor to ceiling glass windows she can see the crowd gathered, staring at her, standing alone in the middle of the floor, studying her with pity in her eyes and she all of a sudden feels small and so terribly alone.

   Until the cavalry arrive. Overly padded men, moving slowly, encumbered by their protective suits and moving with unhurried movements toward her. She wants to shout at them to hurry but she can’t even move her lips. One breaks away to move slowly towards her until she can see his eyes behind the mask. They look at her with sorrow but they really say ‘I can free you. Feel the confidence in my power. I am here to save the day’

   He bends close to her body to work feverishly at her trappings all the while the timer is shouting You Have Even Less Time To Stay. She doesn’t know why she feels a connection to her savior but she gently lays her hand to his bowed head as if to say

‘I believe in you’

   He turns to the rest of team with a small shake of his head and they instinctively melt back outside the doors like mist on a cloudy day. She understands that all hope is gone and she prepares herself to say goodbye to her only hope and make him understand that she doesn’t blame him and she’s sorry that it will be a bad day for him but surely he also has someone he needs to go home to.

   He removes his helmet and looks down on the face of the only women he has ever loved with a passion that he has never known. He instinctively brushes a gentle hand across her stomach and spreads butterfly kisses across her eyelids and crushes her tightly into an embrace that will commit to his memory a body that was his for a such a short time.

   She didn’t go alone.

words create a soulful like
to what is supposed to be
a picture creates a glimpse
of worlds beyond you and me
A picture, a photograph
is what happens, in words
when we let it
we express our focus
we never forget it
For in our hearts
such words evolve
from pictures we are,
as art
no words can describe
the scribble
that has been etched,
upon our heart

By the capture of the Clouds,
the Moon and the Star

in one such frame
we sit in silence
only to marvel
in very amicable thought
*we are as we are

First Date: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/first-date-17/ (best read in order)

It was so cold inside the cave

   So cold!

   He didn’t understand when the restaurant faded and the stone walls rose around him that he was trapped. He was suddenly the prey and he didn’t like it. Not at all, but he was happy to see where the fantasy would take him. He could only hope and prey?

   He silently smirks at his own private joke before he remembers where he is and briefly contemplates where he was before he came here.

   He was sitting across from the most beautiful women he has ever seen. Her bare shoulders were like silk beneath his subtly brushing fingertips and he knew instinctively by her indrawn breath as he ran his hand up her bared leg that he was the luckiest man alive. He seated himself across from her and simply stared into her eyes.

   He sees in her eyes all her fantasies.

   He is a demon from the dark. He is fire and brimstone. All encompassing as all the sins of the flesh, burning her, setting her on fire, a raging inferno that can not be sated with just a few drops of sweat upon her brow.

   Hmmm… I like this he thinks as he sips the ice cold water that has suddenly appeared in front of him, but for now he’s thirsty it seems.

   The flames from a hundred or more candles flicker in her dark eyes as the scene changes and becomes a darker conflagration of her dreams.

   This is getting more interesting he ponders her stare as he lifts his hand to stroke the satin skin of her knuckles across his lips

   Now he is a wolf. A creature of the night. She has seen beyond his façade and she’s running. Triggering his hunting instinct. He can only chase her. There is nothing else for him to do. He must claim the other half of himself that calls to his predatory nature. He is ready to claim his mate and he’ll take her like the wild animal that he is!

   Yes!

   He’s seen that all in her eyes, until the millions of candles fade to just a small torch and the walls that clutched at them with intimacy are now just coarse stone and the illusion is lost.

   As she bends toward his neck, with sharp fangs, seeking her solace, he dissolves into mist. She screeches as her wickedly sharp teeth pierce her bottom lip with a sharp bite and instantly realizes she has lost her prey.

   He laughs eerily.

   Then, as the scent of her ancient blood rises to tease his more ancient nostrils and he subtly inhales with his soul, he sees that things are more complicated than he could ever hope they would never be...

   *He howls

Neem mijn hand
wieg mijn hart
Geef me leven
Laten wij niet deel
Als wij vallen
Terwijl verdeeld
Wij mogen nooit
worden herenigd

Take my hand
Cradle my heart
Give me life
Do not let us part
If we fall
while divided
we may never
be reunited

ain't nothing worth this ****!

we all know it's all
toughness and darkness
We'll get through this
she'll be right mate
but it ain't pretty, or sweet
We are just dirt beneath feet
that walk upon us, not noticing
the exhaled breath from us
pushed out by trampling masses
trying to find the Finish line
You may want to own it
but I'll never claim it as mine!
I'll stand holding the ribbon
that drops at your feet
but, Sorry you didn't come First
that is reserved for the ones
who were trampled beneath
your over eager heartbeat
***** this life, if it's just a race
don't ever make eye contact
with a sad face, their tears
may make you cry
their empathy will never run dry
but you will never understand
why moisture leaks from your eyes
here is some recycled paper
just dry your stupid sigh
I care not for your fake tears
***** this life if you sympathise
with your false fears
Turn about your unconnected, dysfunctional
HEART, your repetitious apologies
are smart, but unlikely to change my mind

**** it all and
***** This Lifetime
if we are just going to dance
to the pretend music of,
Yours or Mine
issues that are
neither of ours, to begin!
I refuse to hold onto the ribbon
any longer...

*You Win

sigh*

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mybittersweetpoetry/310830505705043?sk=timeline

Your work may be there too :( I hope not, it's so soul destroying)

From the above Facebook Page

Sincere Apologies posted August 22 belongs to Brittney Anne
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/825832/sincere-apologies/

Loving  You of Loving Me posted August 15 belongs to Teema
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/586571/loving-you-or-loving-me/


Her Mothers Perfume Resembles Her Anger posted August 14 belongs to Abbey Cole http://hellopoetry.com/poem/811713/my-mothers-perfume/

and there are more from here...

Just Ask A Good Woman She Knows Pain Beyond Limits posted August 11 belongs to Jeffrey Conyer http://hellopoetry.com/poem/389501/just-ask-a-good-woman/

and I could go on and on but it seems everything they have posted and claimed for their own comes from this site...

Just had to file a DMCA takedown with Facebook because this person removed all my comments but not my poem!!!

All their work is stolen from here so make sure you go and have a look to make sure your work is not there!!!

I ******* HATE these parasitic people!!!!

Dear Mine

If someone told me I could look into the future and see where I'd be in 24 years, and not only that,
see the journey leading to that point and I could make the decision to take another path,
but not see the future I would have said
NO.
Why?
Because I'm not a coward, nor have I ever been and neither do I ever want to be.
So, I never saw the path I'd take and I never dreamed it would lead me here,
writing this letter and even though I said I wasn't a coward,
and you're reading this thinking I really am,
just let me tell you, 24 years on, you have to admit I'm strong, even stronger to be doing this, but you and I?
We deserve better....

I Love You

Three words, out of the millions that have passed between us,
three words that have been a constant in so many days when words were like swords,
or rain,
or drought
or when a mute just wants to break out and say "Hey, I'm not just pretending there is a wall here, lm really trapped! Help Me!"

I like to to sing Pink inside my head just to keep my pen to this sheet of paper
* "We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to Love again"*

I believe that with every beat of my fractured heart and I hope you do too because with only one of us believing it, we will never be whole again.

I Love You

Blossom **

Standing at the crossroads
of a busy city byway
Is a man who yells at anyone
even if they avoid his eye
'cause he's got something to say
Jesus is here to stay!
He lives in your heart
and rides the subway
He is coming back for you
... Someday! but Hallelujah!
there is just a distant echo
and remnants of his passion
as you step into the intersection
upon a You May Walk sign
all that's left behind
is the ringing in your ears
and an adrenaline rush
as you sped up, before
and after the crossroad
of Fire and Eternal Damnation
not being a believer

At the mouth of the Alley
that guards a revolving Hells door
sits a single example
of humanity unwashed
that silently gazes upon a new day
He's also got something to say
but is rendered mute by condemnation
a single black mark
against a nation, his nation
The one he fought for, and died for
his soul never made it back
His body, empty of compassion
turned to the streets
looking for something, anything
he will never get back

Yes, he's got something to say
even if he will never
spill his horror
That is where, today, went
what sat alone in my pocket
There went my last dollar

It is so different for everyone...

Some wake up to breakfast in bed and others make breakfast for all.

Some get expensive gifts from their husbands and some open $5 presents that were lovingly chosen from a school Mothers Day stall.

Some mourn for a Mum who is no longer here
but honor her anyway with a thought and a tear.

Others wonder where their mothers are,
do they care about their children or
did she wake this morning knowing they are not far...
just so far away...

All that woke today
know they had a Mother
in some way
It's nice to know,
somewhere* in the world
someone whispered

*Happy Mothers Day

today I saw one of my original poems
so pleased I was it hit the 19.0K mark

I'm not a writer nor a literary genius
but this one was written from the heart

It holds all my fears, all my failures,
all my dreams and encapsulates
everything, in a few short verses
all that my life, that's not mine, entails

So thank you for the reads
and the love and the hope
that someone out there
is strengthened
by something I wrote

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/156490/i-am-your-tomorrow/

I'm no different from you
I bleed the same red
I cry the same silver tears
That you are able to shed

I applaud you, as a Man
To be able to recognise
That I am able to achieve
any goal that is in your eyes

This is not a day I will celebrate
although it's a day I will acknowledge
It's a day that is insignificant
to women that hold knowledge

We know we had to fight you
Nearly 100 years ago
They were days we were beaten down
But it's not the same, no more

We now have equal rights, equal say
equal pay and equal do
I guess what I want to say to Men
is Thank You

Thank you for your recognition
but we don't need a seperate day
What we truly need in this world
is a harmonious repartee

Like

How are you today?
Why Sir I'm doing fine!
Thank you for the open door.
The pleasure is all mine

Would you like a seat?
No thank you I'm off at the next stop!
Are you in need off assistance?
(without fear I'll drag you off!)

Women just want to feel safe!
Gentleman, if you could just reflect
We don't want a Day of recognition
Just for you to teach your Sons respect

We long to roam through
discarded gardens overgrown
with antiquated notions
to pluck the weeds from
the very soil we often
refused to simply toil
Espying the single rose
beneath the creeping vine
asking not what encouraged it
to be simply divine, it just is
Little weeds that head with colour
springing beneath a summer flower
ignored for its parasitic ways
flourishing beneath a distant gaze
growing in a barren wasteland
untouched by a living hand
Unguarded garden in riotous
bloom, little weeds that like
to loom, beneath the heady
fragrance of another day
asking that you not pull them
from the only soil ever known
to them, they grew heart whole
despite you staying away

Down by the river
I did quiver
Did you wonder?

You caressed my breast
Over my protest
Under your conquest

Wild flowers were my bed
On several pleas I fled
Now I wonder?
Did you just want to be fed?
Every lie beat to the thunder
Released by your hunger

I traced your energy
Far north than your thought

I never denied what you wanted

Count me as a willing bride
Arrested in time
Ready for more than a moment
Every time I relive the memory
Did you ever wonder if I wondered?

The bottle and old thoughts haunt me all the same
In whispers of what was and should never be did we lose our way
or just vanish as quickly as the night before the day?

So many times I thought of lines
now simply I cast shadows where the blank spaces do reside.
Tomorrow cannot promise so why should I?

Let the words hold there own where I never could .
We all have a cross to bear and me?
I prefer to simply drive in the stake

But make no mistake,
what's nailed upon
an empty cross
is full of regret and loss
and underneath a barren plain
is buried pleasure and sadistic pain
self recriminations and needless blame,
but all the same
we build empires of shame
to live inside as truly insane
we drink from memories
that stoke a flame
to burn eternally, assuring fame
and comfort in a well of regret
we drink to forget, tomorrow
was just a promise made to us
by those that sit at our feet
when they crawl upon our laps
we are beat, we are trampled beneath
our own demise, we hid beneath
our own disguise
and we expired, when we desired
surcease from our wickedness

As I walk a red card in my jacket and miles of empty thoughts long cast aside
No words find solace were the demons cling to their vices.
All things decay as if to remind the living of the walk we all must bear

I find no guilt in my pleasures just more scars to bare in happiness to none.
Whispers of once was lay in empty thoughts.
I speak with a mouth full of razors all to eager to cut down the meek .
No words hold me in chains I simply but as I will nothing speaks clearly as a pause of silence.

And the old thoughts that linger to grow into rumours
Now they are all that is left of me .

Rumours of old bones that litter
the path to ruin are spoken by
those that whisper to dead ghosts
and kiss bloodless lips
inside crumbling passages
of age old keeps, on windswept
moors where bleeding eyes leak
tears weeping for something more

Down the streets cobbled with fear
slicked with garbage and the stench
of ever rotting verbiage,

Speak no more in silence, cry no more in penance of an oft abused
life that only walks alone under an
ever present thunderstorm of
howling winds and lightening strikes
and icy rivulets that trickle upon skin

This walk of sin is where it begins

from the moment I'm born
to the day I die
the dash between the dates
on my gravestone
is what is important to me
those reading between the lines
don't cry
for me
for you are the dash
the dotted i and crossed t
beginning to end
are the friendships
that became family

It’s nineteen years old now
but as clear as the day it was captured
thanks to the wonder of modern day technology
it is frozen, as a memory on my computer screen
and it reminds me, in a blaze, of our total devotion
as it displays, to this day, our rapture

Your sitting there, a handsome devil
a beguiling smile upon your face
looking up at me like I was the one
that marked your world and you didn’t
ever want to be anywhere other than in that one place

I’m smiling down at you, in my eyes you can
see just the one single thing that was true
There was nowhere else I wanted to be, that day
but to be smiling down at you

Between us both, with each of our arms wrapped around
a small child that was happy to be, just part of us
As we gaze into each others eyes
he was happy to sit and smile, looking away
but knowing he was surrounded by trust

It is our wedding photograph that I stare at
on my computer screen and I’m still in awe
so much I can not look away
I look at us there, from a lifetime ago
and I thank the forces that be that we
still look at each other that way today