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The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind.

Isn't this what you wanted?
An actress on the stage
(No wonder you can't see)
Swirl those hips around,  
Bare it all for the show
(Ignore my advice; don't listen to me)
Display all those bruises- all those bones
Take pride in the scars examined like stars
Drip your silver tears dry without sound

Scream and howl like a beast on the prowl
(I hate what you've done to yourself)
Hold that head high and show your strong side
(Then crawl away like you have no friends)
Double sided twisted figure turn around... turn around!
Pound those heels on the stage like a knife to my heart
(Don't be gentle, make it count)
Hang me from the curtains then take your bow
(There are better ways to **** a man)

The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind
(At least you can't see what you're doing)

--Christian J. Clark, 2011
 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
Jordan
i will leap your borders in bounds, carry my love from this small town. it will fill the hearts of those i embrace, carrying with me the thoughts of ever lasting style and grace. i will sweep you up and break you down, i will be your best friend your magician your lover, and your clown. I do not beleive in locks, money or rent, i will be free in my spirit so you can be content. I will carry your heartache into the inferno where it will burn away like an unpure metal. emerging shimmering in gold, you will then see what true soul holds.
 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
Anon C
Once envisioned, a serene fantasy
A fantasy once known well
Lost in the throes of ecstasy
A hopeful face in a troublesome sea
Alas, the sea is turbulent, deep, treacherous
And you can only swim down
Vision obscured the farther one goes
Soon all that will guide you is the smell in your nose
That hopeful face has grown quite dim
The air in your lungs is growing so slim
Soon enough you will join that which was lost
And it will be cold like a layer of frost
Without the face so long adored
You hit the insidious ocean floor...
Silhouette dancing in your mind of what was lost
Deepening into your layer of rust
Eroding into a bed of unrecognizable dust
For the air above you feel that lust
Alas, you cannot breathe anymore, air has run out
You flee from flooding thoughts of doubt
Attempting one last breathe in which to shout
You drown in the freezing water spout
As the final realization hits you
This is not what you've seen
All hopes shattered in a sorrow so keen
You're floating now, nearly drifting in doubt
Wondering will the pain ever cease, ever hush
The air in your lungs makes you silently blush
For even if you're gone, you're still truly there
Where you are is what was there
And that is where I will stay, breathing your air
A poem co-written with my friend Terrin Simbre IV on loss. Thank for taking the time. I had fun!
 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
Daytonight
You swept into my life like a whirlwind
uprooting me from complacency
a twisting and turning tornado
leaving me shaken in your wake.

You have left me breathless
struck dumb in amazement
quivering to my inner core
unable to think past you.
I'll never sleep with you

for why would I....


Why would I care to sleep
when I can spend
these quiet moments

alone
with you

gazing upon your night time beauty.

For in the moonlight
I have seen you
as no other
man can dare to claim

for here
you are more than daytime woman
more than mother lover friend
here
you are the carefree breeze
flowing softly over fields of lavender
where bare feet dance
and a young girl turns cartwheels
laughing at rain clouds

here you are the promise of summer
and the beauty of autumn
where hands weave daisies
and a young girl explodes in crimson and gold
laughing at falling leaves

Here you are the essence of memories
that paint or' the now with then
where lips first tasted kisses
and a young girl led me toward the future
laughing at my first blush

here you bear lines etched with poetry
and eyes that tell the many stories
of love of life the ups and downs we've shared
as our young boys now run and jump and play
laughing as you again turn cartwheels

and young mens heads.
 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
Jon Tobias
You look like a fire escape in a dress
Flower patterned
Sunday's best
I don't have to fall so hard anymore

The first night I held you
I dug your neck into a trench
This body was not at war with itself

Your shoulders are battlements
Your chest a drawbridge
I am waiting
Horseless
For you to let me in

I know you are so much softer than that

Lay across me again gorgeous
Let me sleep under your strength
The excersize was to describe a location and write about it like it were the safest place in the world without using words like safe or sanctuary. I could not for the life of me think of a place I felt safe. I wrote about a body instead. This is called a sanctuary poem.
His proper name is ‘*****’.
But early on,
he was christened
Fergie Fang.
Yes, and she called hers
Fergie Fang’s Fan.
Fantastic!

In later years,
during foreign affairs,
he became The Ambassador,
then was elevated to
His Royal Highness.
Preposterous of course!

Now, I simply call him
the meaning of life
and laughter.

And really, I don’t know
which comes first,
or after.
 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
J Christmas
A Thousand Delicate Screams
A Symphony of Blood and Delirious Lust
Drunk on Chocolate and Sweet Mad Death
Gone are the days of Vision and Wind
Gone are all the Shadows of Power
*copyright JohnD.Christmas 2012
You tie me to the bed
with knotted sheets each night
as I
toss and turn
dreaming of your hands
caressing me
clawing at my naked flesh
with freshly painted claws
your mouth inches
from mine
teeth bared as you bite
tugging my
bottom lip
between your lacquered lips
tongue tip teasing
the ache in me
as again I awake
perspiring
yet smiling


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