More solace is found in a garden
Than among make believe friends

mkt

My cries for help remain unheard and unanswered
as my soul lies wounded on the battlefield of life.
Left alone…here amidst the carnage and the dead.
Can no one hear my cries?
Does their spirit within them not say,
Stop . . .
Listen . . .
Do you hear that cry for help?
Can they not see the pain in my eyes?

Alas, but no one seems to notice.

My heart cries out in anguish, wanting someone
to understand, someone to tell me that they care.
I feel like a lost and wandering spirit seemingly
invisible even to those I love.
Trapped somewhere between Heaven and hell,
Not quite dead but no longer part of the living.
I continue to cry out for help praying to finally
be heard, understood and accepted once again.
mkt

In the still of the night
I am drawn to her side
like a moth to flame

As my hand slowly
moves over the silken
contours of her body
she turns to me
lips searching for
mine in the dark

she pushes urgently
up into my hand
with her body as if
begging for more

Lips and fingers
feed her desires
until waves of
pleasure course
through her and
set ablaze her
want and need
for more.

mkt

You are there for me
through thick or thin
We just don’t know
when this ride will end

Through happy cheers
and sorrowful woes
We always stick together
no matter how it goes

Until our days are done
or our Savior returns
We will go through life
with a love that burns

mkt

Her warm breath and cool fingertips
moved like fine silk across my skin.
Leaving in the wake of the journey
ripples of pleasure and satisfaction.

mkt

Darkness washes over me
like the unrelenting tides.

As I struggle to rise above it
I open my mouth to cry for help.

But the darkness pours inside,
like water into a drowning man,
cutting off all hope of salvation.

mkt