My heart is a mechanism over which I have no control
My heart is a weapon I use against myself
My heart is a conglomeration of mixed up emotions
My heart is a tattered and torn but still somehow beating vessel
My heart is a complete and utter paradox; it perplexes even myself
My heart is heavy artillery ready to open fire on me at any moment
My heart is a solitary device, driven only by its own selfish and foolish desires
My heart is a kindergarten craft project, held together weakly with superglue,
but each fragile piece created with care
My heart is the antithesis of progress,
the opposite of what I need to remain sane

(1)
Sea changes always happen
At the point of no return.


(2)
The grasping hand hand
Always has claws.
The giving none.


(3)
The gift with a hook
Is simply bait...

... go fish!


10W
Soul Survivor
(C) 2014

When you lose your faith in me
Please don't cry

I am afraid to take off this mask I wear....
  



           for the real me you'll see... is not pretty



stay away......please
          

                                
  ­                                   *don't come any closer
              

            

                   you'll wish you hadn't
  


At least I think you would
                           




                                it's better this way
                                        






if you never see....




              So forget about it







                                     And forget about me






for
  



                       I
    




will




                                                 ­                Be








          **nothing more.....than a distant memory

Love is not undefinable,

It has too many definitions.

Why dark poems I don’t write
Though I too pass through darkness
Have my share of thunderous night
Fighting depression’s embrace!

I think of ways to swallow them down
Shove them out of my sight
Blow it away my grimmest frown
Light the dark in candlelight!

It’s not smooth job wishing them away
The shadows too powerful to yield
That always love to have their way
Thrive in dreams unfulfilled!

They tempt me to give them a chance
Succumb to their alluring might
I know if I submit to them for once
They would be all over my write!

The urge to knock one door
find access to one heart
get one eye to seek more
heal one soul from hurt

that gives all toil's reward
serves all labor's cause
when by touch of one word
is born one ponderous pause

one halt gives a priceless gain
one like a pure pleasure
one word blunts all edge of pain
makes rich of royal treasure

the poet craves for one audience
is not above the greed
lusts one mind's caring presence
one eye's fleeting read

Indigestible and bitterly tasty
most lovable is the brutal honesty.