I wake as your  friend                                     You wake as my lover
I speak as your lover                                       You speak as my friend
I act as your possession                                   You are my possesion
I rebel as your cover                                        A means to an end
I hurt for your compassion                             You live for my acceptance
I injure for your respect                                  Though it's never been withheld
I confide for your emotion                              You crave my direction
I give and you collect                                      Never will you rebel

This is madness                                               This is Sparta
This is insanity                                                This is the price of exellence
I can't be everything for you                          I am your everything
You can't be everything for me                     I am magnificence
You treat everyone the same                         I am fair and righteous
As a friend, yet as a lover                              And yet you seek more
And it's a cruel, cruel game                          Dare you grow capricious
From your twisted love, no one recovers     You'll become one I abhor

I am done                                                       You are confused
(I am never done)                                          And I will not calm you
I am sick                                                        As I am amused
(But I'm not tired)                                         As I drop little clues  
I will run                                                        You'l­l never leave me
(I won't run)                                                  But I'll abandon you
Because I love you                                        You'll always need me
(A better word is 'desire')                             And I'll never need you

Let me go!                                                    My grip is vice-like
(But you're not holding me)                       I'm not ready to let you go
Bring me back!                                            If I lose you, 'my dear'
(But I never left)                                          I must find yet another 'beau'
Love me only!                                             And I've not the time to put effort
(But you love equally)                               In little minions like you
Push me away!                                          I've not a care to give for
(Or bridge this rift)                                    You insects I never knew

Please, disappear                                       I am your torture
One day you'll understand                      But I am your salvation
That the twisted way you love                 I am your executioner
Could coax death from any human        And I am your redemption
Please, disappear!                                     You'll wish me dead forever
Though I'll weep when you're gone        You'll wish me dead I know
I know sanity will return                          And you'll wish yourself deader
And I'll eventually move on.                    *When away I finally go.

I see her ******* in the night.

My tongue thirsty to make her mine.

Letting the devil inside take over.

I slowly open her door and enter.

My eyes glowing red in the darkness.

I thrown her onto the bed and let demons take over as I pull off her shirt.

I hear her say no as I slide off her pants and bite her stomach.

The devil asks for more.

I unclasp her bra and throw it to the wall and begin to bite.

My hands slide down her sides and slowly comes off her white laced *******.

I kiss down her body and feel her shiver.

The devil possesses us both as she begins to take off my clothes.

We ride out our fantasies as the devil watches.

I leave her alone in the room to think it was a dream.

Took away her innocence.

Just because my demons possessed me.

always me...maybe not me...but me without proper  tools led to me...I still think it a bit kool..but in the end nothing mattered..downtown in a traffic jam smoking a blunt with the windows down... **** all the rules..the dogs, the cats, the stray rats animostic humans act just like mules..words wake your soul with animistic quality..yet people act like fools!

Breathe deeply from the nose of the scents from the night,
so that the life all around can be tasted in the throat
against the tongue like some aged wine used to quench a thirst.
Body alive beneath the moon's full glow,
as senses sharpen upon the choices that lay
before the beauty who's body trembles to start.
The soft  pleading voice not her own rises from her feet,
the continuous plead crying so full of yearning need.
Warmed whiskey tone bade them to rise and gain the need,
helpless fool heads into arms that promise forever
though turning shy at the soft flesh that matches her own.
Yet the woman melt into each other arms with a  kiss
that promised so many things if they would yield.
Whiskey's kiss deepens yet against the gentle warmth
promising a consumption of flesh down to the bones,
in heated flames that promised desires of all types.
Needful body tensed as the other drew away,
whimpering swallowed up in the hidden shadows of the path.
Her eyes opening in time to see the flash of white
descend down upon suckling flesh of her own neck,
whiskey's arms bringing her closer yet as mouth works vigorously.
Lustful sounds of passion spill into night's silent air,
Needful body tensing tighter and quicker still as
the supplier worked over the vein before the body beneath go still,
That final cry of "I am yours" spill forth in confession of how far gone.
Whiskey's satisfied sigh stretches out like a lover's plead,
the other falls backward towards the ground as arms were released,
with whiskey's husky promise "Now and forever till death doth us part."
Cold distant eyes watching the form of Needful laying upon the ground,
fire returning slowly in them as hand wipes across her mouth.
The innocent lead forth to knock upon a door unknown to her,
drawn like a sheep to the pasture without knowing why.
Only to find death's grin beyond the threshold
with crimson life upon her pale amber lips

There's something about a pair of
old sneakers, that is just so hard to let go.
They were a part of you, for so many days.
They hold every
puddle you stepped in,
every blade of grass.
The gravel, the mud, the sand, the pavement;
it's all there.
So maybe it's not about
possesion,
maybe its just about the travels, and the memories, the ones you don't want to let go.

(m.a.)

You said it was
All that you could
Give me
Your eyes begging
For understanding
Your lips parting for
What you could give
But won’t
I don’t dare
To push for it
“We” were impossible
Possibly
I lower my eyes
Nod my head
Grab your finger
To tell you
I will take it
It’s better than
The nothing she prefers
Then you leave me
******
But I now have
Your heart

She held the dark apple in her hand
He ate it but felt so sole
He offered her his heart
Instead she took his soul.

She dragged him to her dark land
but he couldn't call it a home
He felt so used, it was love he thought
instead in an endless sorrow he dove.

The time passed she consumed his spirit
the evil in her has no limit.

Once he became useless..

she caged him with the rest of the boys in the basement
so she could start searching for a replacement

A new man with pure essence
A man with a spiritual possesion

a man ready for the next apple
a man who will lose the battle...


Words Of Harfouchism

she bleeds,
hard and dark, bitterwords
and angry scowls,
from the depths of her lazyboy chair.

age has stolen
her laughter, wit and compassion....
pain is her worldy possesion,
it blinds her to all else.


she used to laugh and smile and i miss that, so much,
and i wish that, my boy
would have those memories
but we have become,
the whipping boy,
to her frailty,
her scroogelike attitudes,
her impatience to,
be done with it all....


this is my sacrifice,
my burden,
willingly, lovingly,
shared by my lover and child...

but, oh! somedays,
it is like,
carrying a bag,
overfull,
of sharded glass,
that pierces my back
and stabs at my heart.

He is my source of strength.
He is my source of health.
Whenever I'm in need.
I can rely on His help.
He has a time and season,
for every chapter of my story.
He's in complete control.
To God be all the Glory.
As far as the East is from the West,
He has removed my transgressions.
I'm honored to say,
I am God's own possession.

People ask if i am a ******
I say yes, i am waiting for marriage
I hear "good for you"
or "dude you gotta get laid"
still, a part of me doesn't believe what i say
Everyone has there Thorn?
i mean who hasn't looked at ****
but where does it stop
I have Never had ***
but i had a sick addiction
Filled by this simple prescription
Every night i ****** that ******* the little screen that taught me she was merely a possesion
I Just typed in those 3 letters
and it became an obsession
A black hole
Ripping apart time and space
Not even light would escape
And the only thing that mattered
Was me
Me, and that thing on the screen who nobody wanted to be
An object
Like a silly little toy
For those ****** up little boys
Who after batting you around
And shoving you in the ground
Just cram you back in that chest at the end of there bed
Like a ratty stuffed bear
No Love, No soft touch, no sweet embrace
I didn't even have to care
Why would I?
How could I?
You were just a wave of photons collapsing in my eye
to come and go as i pleased
projected from that ***** little screen
You were just a *****
to me
and not anything more.
In a place where i was supposed to have the deepest most intense connection
I would replicate with meaningless, emotionless self satisfaction
i would sow seeds of my own destruction every time i opened that link
where i was made to feel love and joy, i would only sink
becoming tangled in emptiness, i was lost, i was dying
like a bird drowning in a sea of stone
where no one would think to find me
No light would be shed on this pathetic part of my life
A life of darkness in that room where my face glows
and my pupils dilate
My fate slips from sight as i separate
Body from soul
I see myself Mindlessly staring at that dark light
It was a drug, My sick Addiction
I wasn't even trying to Fight
It consumed my Thoughts, took me from above
dissolving my capability to love
I tried to run
I didn't think
That without His hand
I will always sink
Back into that creaky chair
Where this beautiful creation of God, this person, this human being
Just becomes one of my daily rituals, self fulfilled
She becomes just a thing

In short, if i gave an honest answer, i am not a ******.

Her screams mingle with the wind howling in the rain..
Her soaking hair lashing against her face yet she feels no pain..
Numb to the core as she stumbles on..
Clothes sodden and torn as on branches they caught.. The demons chase her as she runs thru the night.. Trying to escape whats inside not behind..     Images flashing, a movie in her tortured, broken mind.. The devil dances with the demons lightening strikes down from the sky.. Sinking to her knees she screams and claws at her chest... 'Please take my heart and soul please let me rest'... The ghosts of tortured souls invade the darkness, circling her as one.. The devil approaches, smiles with pleasure his work now here is done.. He flicks his wrist towards her holding out his hand.. She looks into his eyes sees memories of love shared in a different land.. Reaching out towards him she let him lead her away.. Trapped n lost within him although apart together they linked would always stay.. You see the devil was no stranger, he was her hidden nightmares once had been her man.. He'd deceived with an illusion till she was ensnared by his commands.. He stripped her of her self, destructed her fragile mind.. Abused her and controlled her, a wind up soulless toy.. The devil was evil, pain, devastation, yet he kept her safe... Wrapped mentally in her completely, as externally she was imprisoned locked in his embrace..