Improperly inviting
Mutually corrupt
Soulfully repulsive
Wickedly tempting

Hesitantly falling
Inadequately open
Eagerly fearful
Lovingly ready

Sitting worthlessly
Sulking desperately
Thinking hatefully
Hurting intimately

Facing reality
Clinging dreamily
Losing stability
Loving lonely

Seven heavens
Says  the quran
But two gory
Hell says buddha
Which has the most compassion
The one with 7 paradises  or the one with two horrific hells
Where blood smells like
Sugar
I know that I smell the hells
Every night
For some odd reason
But know I am heaven bound
As i walk the line

I'm at home with my thoughts;
It's not quite quiet if one thinks a lot.
At the oddest time they rage, then storm;
Rack and thunder or light my night;
A wind whirls into a gale,
And thoughts teem on the page.
Some take root,
Produce sweet fruit,
Others wither on the line.
So many thoughts I'm at home with,
I'll pick one to grow a poem with.

A scent of blood,

Draws them near,

Beware the dark,

You're right to fear.

The release,

Adrenaline,

Addictive,

Fuelled,

Fired,

Final.....

A momentary lapse of thought,

Missed opportunity,

I miss a still and peaceful mind,

The chance to simply be happy.

I cannot change the words I've said,

The acts or reacts too,

But simply put, my mouth my foot,

At all times I love you.

Struggling to fight each day,

Cold biting from inside,

Would the World even blink,

Had he just simply died