My heart has been worn away
By the breast of women rubbing against it
The scars from the passion

My youth slowly losing its beauty
I can't go with this circling world
Please make my desires be true

This is my skin
It keeps out the words
The words I rather not hear
This is my skin, it is thick
How is it you are still under it
This is it not your skin
How is it you are still under it

Your skin is my skin
How do I love you
How do I lust you
Am I sinner because I do both
Your skin is my skin
It is your skin that I touch
It is your skin, it is your skin
I have marked you
Marked you like my favorite poems
I will open you again and again
I love you
I lust you
I cannot do one and not do the other

Tell me your secrets
I'll pour you the wine that you so desire
Should it get late, I'll tell you mine

i'm so absent of love
i love
have nobody to love me back
so sad

You my last love
You're were the one
The one I'd been looking for
Yet I let you go

Now lonely and lost
Thy heart aches in its darkness
Slowly dyeing
From the self inflected wound
A broken heart

**** lady
Saw you on the street
Didn't even wave

Sometimes I wonder
If I was born at the wrong time
Everyone has that someone
Truly meant for them
Maybe just maybe
I missed mine
Maybe
My soulmate took a different road
That slight miss in timing
That person is gone
I do believe that date
Always crosses our paths
Many times I hesitated
Not knowing if it was fate
If I would see her again
So I leave my future in fates hand
Stars passing through the night
I hope ours collide
May I find my soulmate
By fate

I hate you girl.
And I will never say
I think about you so much
Its funny how
I fell for you
But at the same time
I hate you
I always said
You were perfect to me
But you weren't
You were ugly
My friends said
You were the best
But they lied,
You weren't worth it.
People said
I still love you, but
I loved you.
(Read from bottom to top)

By Moore Dagogo-Hart.

Return to me oh fondest love
as roses bid their buds to bloom
and all of nature springs to life
to wonder at the bluebirds tune

Return to me when sun is high
with warmth and golden sheen
to sit beside me for a while
beneath the evergreens

Return to me on Autumn winds
as blazing leaves decay
and place your precious heart with mine
in hope that it will stay.

Return to me while winter snows
ring in the seasons charms
for I have waited far too long
to be back in your arms.

Though time has passed I still hold on
my heart it never strays
It beats for you, oh fondest love
until my dying day.

She walks alone, defiant
in clothes as black as night 
hiding her heart in shadows
never seeing light
she kicks at life and lovers past
and picks at healing scars
she'll talk to you in riddles
and hide behind her 'art'
she fears the darkest deeds within
her  blackened, broken heart. 

She has need of nobody
that's how she makes it seem
and only few will ever know
the glory of her dreams
but if she lets you come inside
she'll beg you not to stay
as love is never hers to keep
and every heart must stray

She'll push you to your limits
as you sink into her skin
her passion overflowing
with sweetest velvet sin
but when the game is over
she'll lay sated on your chest
then lock her heart away once more
at her haunted soul's behest.

I will never be enough of a man
To dowse my saffron robes
In cold gasoline and set it aflame
In buddhistic conviction--
My dreams would scamper
From my burning head to find another,
My flesh would crack and burn
Like old parchment
In rough palms.

I will never be enough of man
To eat buckshot out of
A hollow cold steely gun
My mouth wrapped around the
Reaffirming thickness--
My eyes would dart and then close
My ears would ring and then collapse
Like an old building
Consumed in flames.

I will never be enough of a man
To wrap a rope round my neck
And stare blankly ahead
To seize the day
From God's hands--
My face would bulge
My limbs would twitch
Like a dying rodent
In the throes of cancer.

I will always be enough of a man
To kiss your lips
With my own and feel
Your curves in my hands
And look at the sun--
My trembling hands falter
My eyes can't see to feel for you
Like a blind pianist
Playing the blues.