Why are your lips so painful?
Why do they curse me so?

What makes your hips so graceful?
Makes them go with the flow?

How are you so perfect?
Yet so flawed?

When did you become a market,
For the hearts of man's thoughts?

Where was an angel born?
Perhaps inside your locket.

I honestly do not know how
You do the things you do.

But I do know one thing to be true,
It's not long, painful, or graceful.

Just simple, sweet, and encompassing,
It is of course, me saying truthfully
"I Love You"

A poem you will not read,
Is like a word you will never see,
A dream you will never heed,
Or a smile that you decide to sheathe.

It's the coldest day in winter,
And the hottest day in summer,
The death of a loved one,
Or the birth of someone you never knew.

Like a bird without feather,
It's something I just can't seem to weather,
It always finds new ways,
To make the writer feel blue.

Late at night I feel it's pain,
Th pain of a poem not read,
Like a bird caged,
Or a man unfed.

It cries out in pitiful agony,
Its moans sweet symphonies,
Of pain etched in words unknown,
And of beings far from this world alone.

There is such a cry,
In all of us,
And it's up to we,
To end its plead.

Can You believe,
A Shell is all I see?

I Feel it here,
Laying on the beach...

My life beside me,
In the guise of a shell,
It too, fails to breathe,

It is so near,
And so far.

It is who I am,
And so unlike who I are.

I see shells,
But sometimes I wonder,
What do they see?

Can it hear?
Can it speak?
Can it feel?
Can it hurt?

If so, then maybe I am the shell,
Just a fake, in this big whole sea.

Beware all ye who enter here,
This is my heart.
And it is just as bad,
Nay worse,
Than any of hell's trespass,
It beats slow like the mockingbird doth crow,
Once in a blue moon,
And only at midnight,
The chill's it release would make the Morningstar,
Shiver in pain,
My gates are protected by demons greater,
Than the darkest Horror novel,
My own.
The Pits are more black than the darkest tar,
It is the color of my love and of my hate.
For dontcha know,
Its all one thing down here,
Bleeding freely,
Come on in and take a dive,
Just beware,
Not a one,
No God, Demon, Man wo or not,
Has of yet made it out of here,
Is there a treasure inside,
Maybe, perhaps... probably,
Its just the the pride of the thing,
Like climbing Mount Everest,
Or making it to dinner on time.
But I don't care.
Live or die,
The gates remain so very high
Climb them if you will.

One time I fell,
And I awoke in hell,
At first they fought,
For such a soul as me,
Until one such as Beelzebub,
Lord of the hosts he came along,
And he among the first he bowed,
Whispering in a yell loud enough to hear,
'We WILL be waiting for your return,
Lord of lords, king of kings,
Lion among  lambs, hero among man,"

Awakening from such a dream,
In a sweat that made me hot,
I smiled for the first time in a long time,
As the blackness in my heart boiled,
And the gates grew,
I had a home in hell,
And Earth would be my THRONE.

And so she came,
Darkness a supreme being,
Seen what she want to be seen,
Unseen to those other than me,
She came slowly,
Knowing her target was within reach,
Frozen I stared, slightly quivering,
Hoping perhaps I would understand this,
Fated entrance,
Every fiber in my being said run,
And every muscle in my body said no.
A body at war with itself,
Is but a dummy waiting to be used,
But if it's for her, only for her,
Then I think it'll be ok,
Because in that evil smile of hers,
Beyond the death and the darkness,
Beyond the face covered in blood,
I see a little girl, looking for someone to hug,
Just a little human contact,
Just someone to snuggle with,
To be with,
To give yourself to,
To love.
And I can do that.

Why do we value love?
Why are we incomplete?
If there is a God I hate him.
I feel cheap.
One half of a puzzle,
With no ******* piece.
Waiting for the fit of key to lock,
In a day never to be.

When I was young I could smile and mean it.
Now I’m old and its all fake.
Now I’m deaf and I can’t take it.
Now I’ve lost brothers, friends, mothers,
Now I’m mature.
And its not fair.
Its life, simply put,
A mistake.

It would be different if I wasn’t so self aware.
My greatest critic myself.
My cursed brilliance always looking, always finding,
Something new to hate, something else not perfect,
Never right, never good enough,
But never intent enough to change.

Self Destruction in the most cruel of ways,
I don’t even believe in belief,
Or in vision or faith.
It only goes lower,
Setting up myself higher,
For even greater pains.

I know your thinking,
Be happy it could be worse.
You could be a kid in Africa,
Starving or hurt.
Your naïve shutup.
You know it all freak.
What is worse say I,
To be starved in the body,
Or in heart and soul.

For the whip of the universe,
To caress your body,
Or break what it can’t take.
I belong to no one,
I am only mine.
But this is not a gift,
It’s a curse,
Of a unique unremedy,
Wherein I shall lie for eternity.

I’m trying to escape this fate.
That these people laid out for me.
They attack and the make,
What I do not want to fake.
Its their fault I say,
That the sad people are forced to smile,
That the dead people are forced to hell,
That my sins are forever and awhile.

I want to make you laugh,
And yet I only make you sappy.
You pity me and secrete my very being,
You look down from your perch on high,
And you tell me what is what,
And who I’m supposed to be.

But it is not written in stone.
And I’ve never been very friendly.
If I come across a fork in the road,
Heck, I’ll make my own.
Don’t follow me either,
I want anyone to beleaguer.

But isn’t it sad you think,
That deep inside,
I realize in my self conflicatory mise,
That I have only my shadow to reside beside,
Only my mind to hide behind.

The scars they run deep,
And with every shallow heart beat,
I realize I’ve lost my life already,
Just standing still waiting.

You try to create,
You try to leave something behind,
But you fail in every image you make,
With every mistake a little bit more irate.
You’re a failure, its meaningless, to no try to fake.

Just give up, desist, do not resist.
Be like me say one thing and do another.
Forget.