It is a wild animal
This creature who lives in my chest
Who rests easy, sometimes  (but rarely), behind the
bars that are my ribs

When he gets his way
(When she smiles coyly at us)
he purrs and
wow it feels so good
so good
so deeply resonating
the vibrations shake those bars

But
when he wants (needs)
what we can not have
(When she walks with that boy not us)
His claws, oh, his claws how they hurt when they dig
His angst, his dread, his red savage eyes
spitting and scratching
tearing, ripping
and breaking those bars

Stop! Please! I say to him.
It hurts! It hurts.
But he does not listen,
He is after all
a wild beast

He rips and he tears
Until I give him what he wants
Until I break my own morals
And I kiss her on the mouth
again and again until
His roar and his cry
His screams of triumph
**** my body with tremors
trof joy

If only a leash or a clasp,
obedience could
tame him

If only I could tell him
no
stop

But alas, that is not how it is
he does not care what I say
It is a wild animal
the creature that lives in here
inside my chest
behind these
bars that are my ribs
so close
so unfortunately close
to my beating heart

touch me
hold me
nuzzle me
she said to me

kiss me please

love me
I should have said to her

softly
love me please

I should have said to her

Those who write poetry feel too much

They feel too much pain
Too much joy
Too much sadness
Too much freedom and hate
Too much compassion and love

They are not normal and some
Do think them quite strange
For normal people would be ok
To push their feelings away
But see a poet, he can not
just push them away
What he feels must erupt
onto the page
Otherwise he risks
being enraged

It is their blessed curse
To live without a buffer
To feel all they can feel
and push none away

But thank God for these people
for from their suffering and joy, comes art.
Beautiful,
Heart wrenching art.

I Stare At A Keyboard,
26 Letters,
Able To Create A Million Words,
There Are So Many Words I Wish To Say,
But I Don't Know How To Say Them

Conflicted Feelings,
Swirl Through The Crevases Of My Mind,
Like A Warm And Cold Wind,
Meeting On A Gloomy April Day

A Storm,
A Rain,
A Waterdroplet,
That Will Allow A Beautiful Flower To Grow,
Growls In The Sky,
Of An Atmosphereless World

A Flower Will Never,
Live Forever,
But More Will Sprout,
In The Spring,
So In This Very Moment,
I Shall Nurture My Garden,
To Keep My Lilies Floushing,
So I Will Trick Myself Into Thinking,
They Are Immortal

It swirls into my mind,
Whispering forbidden songs.
The mist of deceit settle upon me
Like fog over a lake after a warm summer day.
I see the cracks in your story,
But ignore them:
Look over,
Move on.
Your web of lies has ensnared me:
a cocoon of ignorance.
I could break free,
But I like it here.
It's easy.
I settle in,
While a small part,
Deep inside,
Fights on.

This is a Tribute to the nameless.

This is for the ones that  perish
and never to get  up  again
this  for the ones  that weep
  for the loss of fellow men
this  is for the only one
  he made  it  out  alive.
and he   holds  himself  guilty
  AND HE"S  ALL ALONE.

standing  at the base  again.
this    for the ones  who    clutch  a  45
this is  for the  ones   that  lost their  firstborn son
this is for the  men who  won.

   these  are for the ones that cried for help.
  these are for the  the  ones   that  lost themselves.
this is for the ones   who never returned  
even when they  came home.

  this   is personal  for me.
  it should be personal for you.
  these  are  the  men and women that died  to free you.
  these   things are  why  you sleep at night
  these men    are the reaosn  you never  have to  worry.

I long for that
Which all possess
Taken for granted 
But when lost
All pettiness forgotten

A cold loneliness
My only solitude 
Nothing for me here
But empty sorrow
A bittersweet silence

Yet joy alights
When they are embraced
Those who feared
What I am 
Become one

But until that hour
On that day
When all join me
I will remain
Forever Alone

She said, "It's too late,
It'll never feel like this again."

He said, "But I love you,
Isn't that enough?"

A gentle circumstance
Becomes an arduous feat;
For once she felt pain
But saw the light.

But the light could only survive for so long;
Her happiness --
It hasn't vanished yet.
Frightened and ashen, she turns away.

She said, "This can't be right,
And is the disappointment worth it?"

He said, "But I love you,
Isn't that enough?"

Disappointment aside,
She took a chance.
Pulled the chains rooted in her heart,
Finally free.

He said, "Maybe this went too far;
We should take a break."

She said, "But I love you,
Isn't that enough?"

She found her heart,
Soon enough for him to break it.
But what was lost,
Was what he wanted again.

He said, "We can do this,
Give me another chance."

She said, "I let myself love you,
And that just wasn't enough."