What am I in for?

You tell me.

I ask and you show me
The things I have forgotten

I ask and you give me
The sins hidden in the back of my closet.

Who were you?

Does it matter?

Its too late to be sentimental
No amount of praying to a God you do not believe in will get you out of here.

It clicked in my head like the metallic trigger
So cool to the touch, in my hands.

I am only but a ***** sinner am I not?

To be hung in front of the masses
Have at me, I will burn for every stare and every smile.

You deserve this do you not understand?

I am fully aware of what I deserve.

We do not bury my kind in the pillars of this church
It is a shame but I have none.

Do you know what you are in for?

There is no point in being sentimental.

So make me a shrine and pray for me
But sinners do not deserve forgiveness.

And I do not want to be saved.

-Kore

When the darkest  of life
       Comes your way
I'll be there  to hold your hand
When your feet are week are
       Weak I'll be there
To pull you back up
       When your lonely I'll
Be there and you won't be
When the blue skies go away
                    And
Grey clouds come your way
I'll  bring the sun shine  

And The Smile on Your  
       Beautiful  Face

close your blinds
i can see in
close your eyes
i can feel them
and when i look inside
you seem to hide
so close them
off to me
off to the world
and shut us all out
if you have to
i'm here though

I'm still standing on the high way,
Where you leave me
Freezing inside the warm
that you gave me
As I thought wind blowing
you move your body

You're the call of the motion
My emotion
When you move your body
I'm move in on...

Move like a wind
before the rain
Stole me like season
forbidden to bloom
You're the Eros in desireful world
Move your body
till odd sight screaming out the night

Hello Poetry
I've been away
But I am back
With more musings in my head

The leaves of life

Oh darling, oh girl, or sweet, or sea,
Oh please look out upon our world,
With the mist and fog that curls around my ankles,
With the sonnets and books that sit on my shelves,
With the great blankets of grey that cover our sun at night,
Or with the trees that reach into the clouds for something they cannot find,
With the gold that lies beneath our feet,
And the snakes and birds that cover our leaves
Oh darling oh girl, or sweet, or sea,
Life is not the things that you see, but the things that sit in your soul long after you close your eyes
A.J.Busse

hello.

its been so long. how are you?