I want to say "Thank you"
To the men who have wounded me
You did not ever break me
Instead, you have set me free

The scars that are now a part of me
I show them off proudly
They remind me of who I was
And now, who I am to be

So a huge shout out to all of you
All who have done me wrong
Yes, tonight I will give credit
where credit is due
For without it,
I could not write my poetry songs

Rockabye lover
There on your high
While the lust stays
Your soul can sigh
When the high ends
You're lust will fall
And crash you will do
Tears will fall

I swear I feel him near me at times
See his face so clear
Smell his scent on me
His hands through my hair  
I know my mind is playing tricks
For he is just a ghost
a sigh upon the wind

Her wings are no longer as white as they once were, dinged so with her life.
Her halo does not sit as straight anymore
Sitting askew, more left than right
Her eyes still shine just as bright though
Surprising through all she's endured

His wings are as black as midnight
They shine like the onyx of his eyes
He lost his halo years ago
He's caused so much strife
He's played the world like Loki
Always looking on where next to strike

They saw eachother one day
An innocent passing of ways
Their souls didn't want to continue on
They wanted to stop and gaze

She, her ever stubborn self,
made the first move
He, his all so Loki ways,
tried hard to not follow her allure

But he was drawn to her halo of light
As askew as it set
He agreed to their first meeting
One neither would forget

Time and time he tried pushing her away
Give up though she would not
She saw lightness in his wings, in his eyes
she was caught

She knew that his halo was not lost
Just placed somewhere hidden deep
She was determined to find it
Along the way his secrets she'd keep

She found his halo one night
As tarnished as it was
She tried to place upon his head
Even asking for help from above

He had been attempting himself to set her halo straight
To once again make her wings pure as snow
To have her see that sinner she is not
He sees her as his saint

They finally gave into each other, one night without fear
His halo finally upon his brow
Unlike hers, his remains tarnished, never clear

His eyes still as black as ever
They'll never lose that hue
His demons will forever remain inside
Though peace in her green ones he finds

Her wings never quite fully recovered
But not as dingy as before
His wings as black as midnight, themselves changed too
No longer dingy and black as onyx
They both now carry true passions hue

Everyday I choose my battles to fight
From the most mundane, like dishes or to sitting to write
To fighting my children for 30 minutes  
Or letting them have an additional 30 minutes of sleep
To go left or right, work or back home
Letting my demons out to play, or fighting hard to keep them at bay
To letting my thoughts be consumed with you
Or..............or..............
what was I saying again?

We are but lovers of words
Delving deep into our souls
Trying hard to convey what lies in our hearts with simple paper and pen
Grabbing our dictionaries our thesaurus'
Wanting to use the most profound of words
Wanting to have our readers, long after the read is done, remembering  
How this one, just this one made them feel
Hoping to have created the most epic of writes
All while still staying humble and feeling blessed if it only reaches one
We create pictures of love, toil, strife, longing, heartache, masterpieces of written art
We are poets.....

How did this happen?
When did it start?
I wanted nothing but friendship from the start
But you were there and so was I
We were both drunk, and on freedom I was high
I knew after that first night it wouldn't be the same
But I steeled myself to not get involved yet again
I refused to talk to you first for so long
Then the next thing I know it's from morning till dark, till dusk until dawn
You said, don't get attached
******, I think that's when the feelings attacked
I tried hard to just be friends
Now I'm just so **** curious where we will end
No commitment yet has been made
In a way though it feels we've both staked claim
I cannot wait till we both get over ourselves
Maybe then, in each other we can delve

There comes a time in life
When rules are broken
You no longer mind

A time when you feel all is lost
Only to understand
You have yet to pay the full cost  

There is a time when your heart will sing
They will just walk by
All that was confusing will then make sense

There will come a time when your soul sighs
All the pain that you have endured
Just one kiss and the heavens then begin to cry

She sits on her bed clothed in your shirt
Though covered, she feels exposed
She dare not look at the floor
There she will see your ghost

Glass litters the floor
Everywhere she would walk
Pictures of you and her
Grabbed and thrown from the walls

Sobs rack her body
All while she digs at her chest
She attempts to pull out the jeweled dagger
The one you so soundlessly, delicately left

Slowly you pressed it in
Little by little, inch by inch
When you walked away,
You gave it one last good wrench

Her eyes cry out her life blood
From the dagger you so deftly placed
Buried too far in to remove
Blood flows as tears instead

Awakened you are by a force unknown
Drawn are you barefoot out your home
The cold winter ground your feet do tread
Deep in your soul you feel dread
You believe this is a dream
This cannot be what it seems

Your steps are light upon the pine littered floor
But this is a dream to yourself you implore
The scent of the forest though is too real
Your heart threatening to break free is how you feel

In a clearing you see your siren
Auburn hair, red dress, and hazel eyes burning
Around an alter she does dance
Upon the stone lays a man
You're curious as to whom this could be
Not believing when upon the man your eyes do see
Closer and closer you carefully tread
You do not want her to hear your stead
Caution though is for not
She turns to look, you are caught
She smiles a sultry smile of glee
Coercing your near, time to see
Upon the slab is truly a man
It is you, you are dammed
She laughs as she sways to her own beat
There is no fire but you feel her heat

Suddenly you awaken in your bed
Sweat is pouring from her heat off your head
Has your love bewitched you the question  asked  
Is she truly one to have taken this task
You pull your love closer to you to sleep
Knowing that she is the siren in your spelled dream  

For all is never how it seems

I see it in your eyes
The ones behind your mask you try to hide
Your mask drops around me
Vulnerable and in your eyes I see
You are afraid, of what I don't know
When your mask drops, fear is what you show
Do not fear, especially not me
I will not tell your secrets, they are safe with me

Speak the truth however bold
Speak what lies inside the hearts folds
Do not fear the pain it may cause
Live the moment, do not once pause
Take the chance and feel free
Speak from the heart so it can be
Forget the cowardess you feel
One minute of bravery can dispell the ills
If you feel it may cause you disdain
Remember true beauty rises from pain

Moonlight bathes the land
  Chandelier picturesque scene
Softly dance off ice

A storm is coming signaled in by the raging wind
I watch the weeping willow through my window as against the storm she stands
The wind whips through pulling off her leaves    
Like a mother losing her child, she does not break, only bends to weep
Thunder begins to roll in the distance  
As lightening illuminates the sky
An omen of the worsening storm  
She continues to bend, waiting for it to pass by
Rain and hail start to fall
Ripping off  remaining leaves  
As she continues her motherly weep
She sways majestically, refusing to break Lightning hits her, cleaving her in half
She lays now broken upon the ground
No more tears can she shed  
She, her regal self, a casualty of the storm

The wings of angels have sprouted from their backs
Upon these they set flight
Not knowing what life has in store for them
Not caring as they look into each others eyes

The winds of change have set upon them
As together they soar
He had waited patiently as a man could
Now having what he desired and more

They complete the other
As one they have become
Unspoken words now never lost in translation
While in bed amour has them undone

How cathartic it is
To give oneself pain
Tiny needle brushes caressing the skin
A blank canvas made into art
The artist making love to the canvas
The canvas writhing in blissful agony
*For out of pain comes beauty    
Out of beauty shall come pain

The moon wears a Cheshire grin tonight
Beckoning me down the rabbit hole
Her pull on me strong as the ocean's tide
I cannot help but go

I jump freely into the abyss
Looking only down, never right or left
I do not need to see what passes by
The words I hear, for I am not deaf

As I fall whispers caress my mind
Spoken words of love, longing, and lust
They are the things I must learn
For to court the dark side I must

The fall has ended, my feet firmly on the ground
There is no light here, all grey and gloom
But in the distance I do see a glow
Here from the dark side of the moon

First I must court the dark side
Attempt to help it find the light
All of this stemming from
The moon's Cheshire pull of the night

Slowly the world fades to black
Stars shine in the twilight sky
Moon hangs on by a thread

Whispers seep into my ears
The ones of me and you
Passion and lust intermingle
Reminding me of what to me you do

A lonely night sits before me
As  memories rush into my mind
forcing me to see
      The longing I have for a you and me

A song plays
A series of  old memories surface
A time of innocence lost
Dark hair, brown eyes
Guitar in his arms
Playing as though Just for me
That first kiss, first taste Of what heaven could bE
The first time
Sweet, slow, all encompassing
The "I love you's" slipping easily off the tongue
I can still feel his warm arms, smell his sweet breath
A time of innocence lost to a man with a guitar and a song    
I drift off to peaceful slumber with his feel still all around me while our song stays on *repeat

The heart wrenching cry of a mother who has lost their son
The hungry cry of a babe who has no one
The mournful howl of the pup who has been needlessly beat
The hollow look of the lost loves' weep
The dimmed lights of a funeral procession
The look of defeat in a boxers loss of agression
The sunken eyes of a soldier returned
The one who has lost to war their entire platoon
These are just a few of the things on which we write
These are but a few heartaches of what keeps us poets awake during the night....