I’m so tired of men just looking at my chest
I wish that some would just
Take a hint and give it a rest

Once a month I turn evil
I rage I cry I laugh and more
My hormones just going out of control

Im so tired of men just caring about my chest
Go *******
It’s just ***

Have you ever been in darkness, when there was light?
Just because you do something, doesn’t make it right.

But if you walk in the light as ‘He” would be,
You are blessed, and released from the good and evil tree.

If we truly belong to him in our hearts,
By no other “savior” are we given so many starts.

There is no darkness in light, or is there?
Everything becomes right when we bow before him in a jeweled chair.

The way we live our life, shows as proof.
Live like ‘He’ does. Don’t remain naïve and aloof.

Which side do you walk on?
Which side makes your soul strong?

An oxymoron, dark and light. They can’t be together.
Don’t be held in place by sins tempting tether.

I looked forward to your class,
It made me happy when I walked through the door.
But it was like walking on shredded glass,
And I always came back for more.

You pushed my limits
When it came to my own form of art
You made me look into my heart, deep withing it.
As a whole I wanted this moment to be more than a part.

Sometimes all we did was read.
Being at my best was quite a feat
For you, I tried so hard to succeed
I only had everyone in the pod to beat.

Ogling something more than the books.
Persuasion was out of the question and moot.
But how can I help it when my teacher had such good looks.
With a perfect personality to boot.

Over the past few years,
I have scanned the horizon for your eyes
I have shed many tears.
Feeling like my soul would never rise.

Over the past few years,
I have craved and felt for you too.
I have shed many tears.
I swear Giovanni; I will give my life to you.

You are the only one,
For whom I will sign,
A grim pen of golden sun,
Upon a black, dotted line.

I will sell my soul,
If I can only add one request,
The room goes cold,
When I ask you for the kiss of death.

I was only a child,
When you haunted my dreams.
The sound of your voice drove me wild.
Nothing is as it seems.

I felt for you beyond my years.
Why did you leave me, Love?
You granted me all my living fears.
For you, I went beyond and above.

Why did you leave me Dear?
Was it because I asked,
For you to be truly near,
Or for your pale haunting mask.

I was only a tender age of ten,
And only a while you stayed, my love.
I remember it well, just as I did then.
My memory just needs a slight shove.

Your teeth were sharp like knives,
Your lips and skin, cold as ice.
So often you threatened our lives.
A simple explanation would have to suffice.

I still felt close to you,
Your height intimidating me so.
Together, we were never through.
Despite the pain, I never wanted you to go.

In the labyrinth of my dreams,
You pushed me through my life.
It was more than a few hours it seems.
All the memories lost in strife.

My places of inner hurt, and pain,
Healed instantly by your sweet kisses.
Your voice to me was soft like rain.
She aims, she shoots, and she misses.

But alas, I guess you had to go.
You left without a word,
After I begged you so,
But you must have not heard.

Taking my life with yours,
Would have been easy for someone like you,
The pain we both bore
Everything we knew then was nothing new.

My days seem darker and shorter.
I can already tell what’s going to happen next
You left me, and I know you will leave her.
Your raw appetite, for a ******’s neck.

My phantom of the night,
I hear the music, in which I lie,
I a most unseemly sight.
This is why I hate saying goodbye.

Drown me, in all of my misery,
I pray my darling dear.
Come back to me, my dear Giovanni.
I fear life, when you are not here.

If and when you do,
I can assuredly make you a promise.
I will get down on my knees and beg for you.
Teach me your ways, I am no longer a novice.


I can beg your forgiveness,
I can try to sate your desire.
I can do what I can do to impress,
My dear, loving insomnia sire.

A thirst for fire, deep in my soul.
But how black and red can your own soul get?
I have been almost lifeless and cold,
From the moment we met,

Feelings I have cannot be described,
You will have to come back to figure them out.
I realize you cannot be bribed,
But don’t make me shout!

I’m back and you haunt my eyes and my pen,
Why did it have to be this way?
What did I do to you? I don’t ken.
I now refuse to do exactly as you say.

I sometimes forget,
That you are a figment of my imagination.
You are me, to you I did beget.
Who was wrong to think you were my salvation.

Denial is a *****,
Because I know that you are real,
You are in the back of my mind like an itch.
I know it is my sanity that you are trying to steal.

I see you out of the corners of my eyes.
I feel your presence constantly
I know my soul is your prize.
And you insist on having it, quite belligerently.

Come back to me my love
It’s all I beg of you
Please I plead
Because I need you

It’s the burden I bear.
It’s the cross I always wear.

It’s a secret I can never tell.
It’s a feeling that only I know quite well.

It’s a black mar upon my soul.
It’s the epitome of a hopeless goal.

It’s the eternal fear I harbor.
It’s pushing me back into hell, even farther.

It’s that that thing my conscience advises me against.
But now I know I have to suffer my penance.

It’s something quite similar to a cancerous disease.
It’s the way I feel, all the pent up unease.

Its just like the cancer, there is no cure.
Well, maybe the words of a little girl so pure.

An old child once asked me
“How is your heart, my friend?”
How was I to say?
That it was broken to pieces that very day
By a secret gone away

Sunsets slowly set in the sunny sordid setting.
The moon makes many maidens mourn and weep for their mothers.
Colorful characters caress their Childs cradle.
New Orleans never knew the naughty things of the night.