This shattered house
  I've found myself surrounded by
Breaks a little more each day
   The walls I've built and plastered
Are peeling away layers of guilt
    Hanging mirrors with shadows of reflections
    Ghosts of ink spilt
This floor, these bricks, the cement out the doorstep
     Pavement falling apart from where so many shoes have walked
   Decorated with outlines of broken hearts in chalk
      If these walls could talk
They'd tell stories of rage and pain,
   Of the misery born into its foundation
           Day after day
If these cupboards could hold as many secrets as those walls have heard
    Of the lies they've tried to hide away inside, they would burst
      If you could save the tear drops that have fallen under this crumbling roof top
    Then you could drown this dilapidated house
       Bury it alive with no doubt that the years of emotion and agony it's kept hidden inside
  Will easily and willingly have peace when it dies
       The color of the paint would simply be forgotten before the end of the day
     The torn and rotten foundation would just be ripped away and replaced
  With stronger cement at its base for someone new to cling to
      And new walls and paint for another soul to suffer through
  But this shattered house still stands
      There's no plans to rebuild all these shards of my broken heart splattered on the ground
   And nothing will ever replace my soul when this house falls down

Whether it be secrets or lies
She keeps them hidden inside
Miseries and agonies too
She's beside herself
Without the silence,
Too much noise breaks through
Not knowing what else to do
She runs to that place
Where she keeps her silence
Hidden away
It's dark there
And filled with so much pain
But she can never let the silence escape
Too many losses and nothing to gain
Let the tears rain, she can't explain
So, she hides herself in her dreams
With the silence she keeps

so empty alone
my need

is to fill it with
anything

give it a texture like Van Gogh
painted

canvases with his ear

or paint a melody
a visual

song of Hey Jude

and someway in a trying
image

or a straining high
toned  

metaphor
talk to angels

which I do
between the lines

and forgive
my inability

to artistically capture
their immortal

words
but my

periods if
you examine

closely are
tears and my

pauses the blank
paper

of my soul
my heart the

pen writing
my foot an iamb

or a pallette knife
or violin.

There is a bitter line
That runs through the generations
Of women in my family

This bitter line runs across their faces
From one cheekbone to the other
Where their smiles used to be

From years of knock downs and
knock outs
Of life winning
And love losing

Strong women, With beautiful features
Hard battles fought,  won,  lost
Reduced to a bitter line

My line stays and dissipates
I pray my bitter line this time won't stay long
Because of you

You see, that one woman,
She catches the eye.
On a busy day, you'll see her.
It's love at first sight.

Her locks, HER LOCKS
They flow like the night's sky
Her beauty, an elixir.

Like a fairy she struts.
So carefree, her stride.
Her eyes, they confine you,
So pure, **** near divine.

She walked by,
A shattered world in her wake,
She walked by,
Any man's heart she could take.

She walked by,
And *it was love at first sight.