Love sounds like a bitter chore
Three more words said by liars
Laced with only good intents
Yet dies before it breathes
Yearning for another life

Eventuality becomes eternity
And silently those words are taken
Caught up again in the bittersweet rush
And brought down again by the same old
Tired ball and chain of fate

Easier to feign ignorance with age
Practicing words for old time's sake
With no one on the end to receive
The hollow words can only echo since
Their meaning lost far too long ago

© 2014

It is these kinds of people
That take and consume
Out of kindness and sincerity

It’s our kind of people
That allow this to continue
Taken for granted and abused

It’s her kind of people
That are stereotyped and misjudged
Slurred by prejudice and sexism

It is his kind of people
Blinded by forced upon masculinity
To be a man by fist and violence

It is my kind of people
That takes to silence and words
To create a voice powerful and raw

It is your kind of people
To take heed of importance and morals
And right that which has wronged for centuries

These kinds of our kind of her kind and
His kind of my kind of your kind.
All in all will fall in kind until we all fall kind in kind.

© 2014

And it came like a crash
Enveloping us in a low warmth
Employing its fevered reach to hold us down
And without a word, it came again and again
Relentless and ongoing, restless and immortal

It whispered calm and destructive words
To ease and frighten us into a false sense of security
Lulling a sweet compromise for life and understanding
With a caress and a sigh, more questions than answers
It robbed us of everything all at once

So there we stood, stripped of reason and innocence
Blind and unconcerned for safety and unheeded warnings
Confiding in each other for life and companionship
To wander aimlessly without purpose and end
Coming to call the sacred demon by a single name

Love.

© 2014

Dash of lust in a cup
And poured from a passionate heat
Brew a romance, soaked in time

Stirred with a spoon of love
Double tap the edge of caution
Dripping drops of sensual ripples

Steam dances into the air
Caressing the surface and disappearing
As the taste hits the tongue

Urges cease on the taste-buds
Cuddling the heat and piquancy
Affectionately warming a soul within

My tea is done.

© 2014

Carried my memories all the way home
Protecting them from uncertain lies
Held back the hopes I left undone
Realize I am as I appear to be

Harmed myself with every bitter truth
Defended with the sweetest of lies
I've sought out a heart of the past
But have naught but the present’s pain

I live for the love we had achieved
Yet wounded by the love we've lost
On my own, I can manage the pain
But need a crutch to carry this weight

Is it better to watch it die in a while
than to see suffer and struggle alive?
Rather than that, I fall to my knees
In self-defense of a regretful heart

After tonight, I’ll bury this dream
With the memories of what they could bring
In the backyard of my mind’s house
Like a criminal in desperate times

© 2014

The Lord spoke of words today
Reminding me of how much He has given me
Caught unaware by the words that He said
Revealing the sins of my broken faith

And as my luminous wings began to fray
He began pulling my feathers, one by one
Until I was naught more than broken man, afraid that
I have faithlessly sought only after His forgiveness

I begged him, “Please, of what sins and immoralities
had brought me so far away from your pathway
towards salvation and your forgiveness?”

And He said, “But you’re the one that slipped away.”

The devil spoke of words today
Reminding me of how much I owed him
Lost in the thoughts of what he had said
Revealing threads of his devious puppetry

By the strings and by a finger’s delay
I danced his twisted show of mockery
Despite how much I struggled to break free
I depended far too much on his malicious guidance

I begged him, “Please, of what uncertainties
had brought me so far down this pathway,
towards misery and your relentless tug?

And he said “You’re the one that’s slipped away.”

©2014

All I really know is…

Used to be a time and place
Where the sky was a bookcase, filled cover to cover
And I’d pick out a cloud to read
Drift away in dreams and then I’d go choose another
That’s all that really mattered to me

I wanna know that I…

Used to be so brave and carefree
Where I’d go climb mountains just for her laughter
Just to hide a heart, so scared
Hide it away from anything that could cause it to shatter
And that’s all that really mattered to me

All I really know is I…

Used to be I felt less alive
Trial and tribulations left me down in the gutter
And I felt like taking my life
These days, I think that the scars look a lot better
But that never really mattered to me

I don’t wanna know that I…

Used to be so gentle and safe
When my time was consumed by a lover
Then came the day I arrived
Distant and cold, my soul in 405’s brick n’ mortar
But she’s still all that really matters to me

That’s all that really matters to me…

© 2014

Freedom is the woman that doesn’t know I love her
As I watch her from the distance of passing heartbeats
It’s a strange affection that I long to grasp
My touch upon her skin and lips joined
It is a folly of a romance in thought and truth

Captivity is the young lady that knows our love is gone
Denying the truth from a vacant window
She eyes and tries and pries into my life
Looking to gain back what kept me from her
It is simply that which lead me to stray

Betwixt, I find Solace- the mistress that is unaware
Out meetings are coincidental at best
She gives me the same comfort as she does all the others
But Solace could never be my lover.

So I remain unlovable at best.

© 2014

And there the tears find eyes again
looking through these pictures
once thought burned.
Stored away with happy things-
some shirts, a cookie, a missing ring,
and a kiss sworn to keep.

While the memories are still lingering
in the eyes and the smile that
will always be adored,
But saddened by the ending of love
the twisted feelings, the loss of trust,
and hurt that still isn’t gone.

It still won’t go away, it’s in the picture
where she laid beside me.
Hiding away from shying eyes that
followed me in private times…

And still thinking of…

Thinking of the white room where she
stayed and sighed of the final days
coming to a close.
Remember the scent of heavy rain-
Some drinks, a bouquet, a passion strained,
and still no way to make up for lost time…

Hide them again in a file and
think that it’ll be a while until
they’re rediscovered again.
Stored away with a solemn key-
A tear, a password, a silent scream,
and a promise- sworn to return.

© 2014

Candlelight, in a garden of sinners where she arose
Tending to the roots in bloom whose sins she knows
Blistered truths in faulty holes planted so firm
And yet she comes each day, brandishing scissors

One by one, the sinners fall, lives cut far too short
Into the waters that that have known no peace
Since the first breath that she breathed in her plight
Falling into sleep as soon as the last one swept undertow

Lost in the undergrowth beyond her time
Seeking the gardener’s unholy wings
She has found the cradle of what she needs
To survive and stray from a torture birthed endlessly

Without pleasure or fear of silence, she awaits
A special soul that grows from nothingness
Budding from the hollowness in her own
Immaculate growth from a tainted source

And in blossoming, her hopes are dashed away
As the void is filled with nothing but falling petals
The hope of a miracle in such a world of hate
Lacks the fruition of life to achieve full bloom.

Thus, she sleeps again to awake to a new day
Never realizing that the hope is her torture
To change her fate from the endless tiling
Means to change herself from the endless hoping.

© 2014