I'm sick
and tired
                                                                ­                of patiently waiting
                                                                ­                for you to knock on my door.
I'll leave it open
                                                                ­                just for you.
Knock  Knock

Who's Th-              
                                               ­                                 ...come in.

Eyes sparkle straight outwards
caught beneath the whispers
her entwines entice
This bearded oddity

The Sirens song beckons;
places a cupped palm holding thin air
where a shapely breast should be

Her smooth skin
wraps the ***** of imagination
trembling tempting fingers
searching in the darkness

Arms outstretched
the smells of summer breeze
wafts its enchantment
and for a moment I belong
more than most
as I can remember

Sometimes we meet others we can easily forget
just another sunny spell as a prelude to rain.
The umbrella I own has holes anyway
lest it would be kinder on me now
if perhaps I had stumbled on a dry patch in waiting

For a moments temptation
to dance with the divine
I’ll skate these embers
and reach out where Icarus fell short

Those fallen arms of grace
will have to wait

In the near dark
tongues unravel and fingertips unbind
transcend, ascend
grip with experience
the bane of youth

Im confused a little more these days;
maybe that's the Sirens song, calling
'swim with me, delve deeper
embrace the ocean current
drift with me, drift with me'

Perhaps im just getting old
cynical to the optimism of belonging.

The Siren would argue:
perhaps you just don’t need
that umbrella after all.

Like birds,
we feed them.
Like vultures,
but men.

We feed them,
our food.
And in return,
no gratitude.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.

The more we feed them,
the more they grow.
And more will come,
and more will know.

And in return,
they'll **** on our heads,
and peck us to death,
till we are dead.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.

Her heels tap on the sidewalk,
on a cool summer night.
And her dress sparkles,
under the street light.
She just follows the road,
got nowhere to go.

Black car pulls up next to her,
flashes the head lights.
They discuss what he wants,
she knows this isn't right.
But she continues with it anyway,
it's just her average day.

She gives him what he wants,
like a present on Christmas day.
It's not like she has a choice,
she has to play his game.
And so she plays from sundown,
to sunrise the next day.

In the morning, when the sun rises,
she's gone like the wind.
Heads to the local church,
knows that she has sinned.
But she'll continue the next day,
it's her only source of pay.

And when night falls,
she'll start over again.
She'll find another guy,
that she will call her friend.
The cycle goes on forever,
man, it never ends.

Between your poisonous smiles,
Your heartless jokes and your
Razorblade Smile, I fell for the
Person I thought I saw:
The One
The cuts made, still hurt
They haven't closed up yet
Just flesh wounds but they,
They sting. They burn. It's
Been a day and that thin red
Line, the mark of your possession
Is still on me, marking me for
The world to see. You're my
Obsession, the world's Pariah
But they all bow before you
Wouldn't dare say a word in
Your presence, except to beg
At your feet for your cruel
Double-edged mercy. A day more
You reward them. Throughout
Eternity, you taunt them. The
Price is so heavy, yet they pay up
They can hardly resist. The price
Of Humanity, of Greed is fatal indeed.

The unchanging constant wherever
I may go. The Universe itself is
Undefined, except for you and your
Kin: Change. Time wasn't ever as
Constant as you; its fickle nature
Is as legendary as your promptness
Change was never as evident as you;
Its subtlety as infamous as the
Pungent, dark
Air you leave behind
In the lives of humans and animals alike.