Never ask me that question again.
Defying the body. Original sin.
Don't press the issue. Don't press your luck.
I would much sooner choose fight than choose ****.

Stacking the cards. Cooking the books.
Cry in the shower to cleanse ***** looks.
Slurp up your earnings. Feast on deceit.
Nibble on scraps while they're dining on meat.

Call out for help. Pity can save.
Swallow the fact that you're branded. Depraved.
**** for your honor. Fight for your life.
Take back what's yours by the edge of the knife.

Eat all the forces opposing your way.
Sometimes brutality's what saves the day.
Garnish their corpses with spite and rejoice.
Feed your desires like you had a choice.

Well,
things change
I guess we're moving on
see no point in rehearsing old songs

Wrong as it is
I'll pursue your best friend
Beause I'm tired of being grown
I can't be the bigger man

In belittling circumstances
circumstantial phrases
I show my true thoughts
and my two faces

Face it,
We could've been patient
what's the fun in running laps
if we always got to pace it

However, still cute words in our conversations
exchange photos
she my motivation

momentarily
apparently,
the living virus I embody
has signaled

I'm in need of another host
I need
but I know I won't
you see there this truer quote

"you don't know what you have--"
but I know when I grab
I need you most
I'm floored when I see you pose

I'm so flawed
but, do me this favor
pose for my camera
pose for the man you want

I'll keep you as a memory
I think my picture's flawed
will forever be and cleverly
I use you, yours

Impatiently, I rush things
with no forever in sight
I cite love songs,
give me extra credit: I'm selfish

Narcissisticly
I'm incredibly guarded -- she asks why and as my valentine
she's rewarded

Temporarily,
cause like any drug store
my seasons will change
Then it's back to reality

There's no bigger picture
take this card and my cargo
I don't need it
as I backpack my way toward my evils

He speaks to me
peacefully,
I'm home unprotected
with feelings used as currency

I withdraw --
I withdraw --
I withdraw --
I take you,
I take charge
I charge love on credit cards
she hates me,

I know it
but I'm over it
I tell myself this chant: this ritual
it's both sacred and needed

**** that,
I'm back in the mix
she's overdosed
comatose words as she pleads the fifth

mixed drinks
then it's hello Miss
I use ellipses
compliment her palette as I'm mentally abusive

Then sweep her off her feet again
the villain --  
I vilify
qualify her demons

insecurities, identified--
hidden with a flagrance
the aroma
roses scattered

my time has nearly elapsed
she only talks to tea cups --
kettles
who spilled that.

The faceless Beast… by Jessie 10/06

Here I stand, face to face
Impervious to your will
No longer do you strike fear
Nor do you hold a captive reign
My ears have closed to your dark whispers
Your looming presents have dwindled over time
I can now look you in the eye and see you true
Your ravenous appetite, craving  
Will continue to hunger
Until it feeds upon its own flesh
In my weakness, you were spawned
In my fear you grew
Now, in my strength
I banish you

I want the night to stay its night
Stay its blackness and dimness
I want the night to drop its curtain
To cover all the realm
Where humans roar louder than beasts
And do more murders than tigers
I want no day come into light
For hunters can see the clearest
And blood looks the reddest
Let the black sweep things down
From the dreadful streets to the peaceful forests
The world of fear doesn't deserve the light
'Cause darkness is sweeter than nightmare

I am a beast
Sour graping for love
Feeding on affections
To save myself
From this starvation
called loneliness.

I am the prey
Of those Hunters who are  on the "hunt of the strong will"
A species of heart, in-measurable value in the capture
of a rare and almost thought of non existent race
of Human Heart - the head mounted over a fireplace sill..
hung proudly, a conquest, for the weaker souls to taste, in victory, the capture of the stronger
energy in such is a challenge to track and fight
It takes the other eager hearts time spent, neglecting other's of their type for a better hunt capture, a safari that takes so much more longer
in time and expense of energies
that weakens their travels with a worn out and outdated map
to the "brighter paths to the gardens of the strong"
Will's well pours out only so much magic for the larger hearts to collect, in them, its waters.
Now they close in..he slips away...
The allusive "Strong Will Species"
such that overwhelming admiration and envy mark their hot branded burns upon their egos
with each measurement to the special adaptations to the heart of this beast
Such can fill the hunger for a well earned hunt for much empty species for energies
that makes up a banquet of a feast.
They can try with all their skills and might
for magical and more bright mystical heart's energies
can never be overtaken
they can never be tamed
With each misguided hunt to even more greed-filled envy and hunger for what this "Strong Will Entity" does hold
they fail to hunt for the well ,itself...
For feeding their thirst for energy with its waters
and feeding the hunter's need for strength with the waters of knowledge
Bleeds out energies with the wish to capture and ****
The head of such and unbeatable beast which to hang the head upon their pride's shelf.

We are just running away
or after something
if it never turns dark
from right to left
counterclockwise
the beast is still
tough and wide awake
the latitude means the world
is not in a linear desperation
to feed the temptation
of failure and destruction.