I realize I've cheated you many moons ago.
You've come for me before with your pungent smell.
I've watched you size me up,
while you watched me stare you down.
Our eyes met one time in passing,
but I showed my back to you.
How rude of me.
I know.
I remember your urgency last summer.
You seemed so pleased when that wave took me.
But i slipped from your icy gripped fingers.
And i know that was you hovering,
lurking over my lifeless body,
after giving life that November.
I showed you up.
You're so persistent.
I almost envy your work ethic. Almost.
And here we are again, just you and I.
With your misery, stinking up the place.
And that decrepit smug look, as if Beelzebub has sent you.
But, it gives me great satisfaction to tell you.
You have truly come too late.
You see, my neck reveals this mark,
someone else has claimed my demise.
For I have been blessed with eternal life.
It is I who has been seeking you, only to say.
Go **** yourself Death.
I have cheated you once again.

I dreamt of black birds flying over me.
In this perfect V shaped formation,
I flew with them.
It was not just any day.
It was a day when flying meant you were something, a Phoenix.
My fortune reminded me of prosperity,
but why did  I feel such sorrow?
It was then that I was truly naked,
so I let their wings beat a symphony
on my untainted skin.
We flew over black murky waters,
where I saw the faces of my enemies lurking.
Their repugnant stares covered me in ash,
as if I could not be more black,
I was desperate to awaken.
But, I  couldn't.
I will never be free,
but I will forever be alive in dreams
with black birds.

Leave all of your belongings,
your crisped cut jewelry,
there is no Tom Foolery
in the end.

Those hand bags too.
Your four inch shoe
Not a single thing to do
in the end.

Why dress her like that?
Her hair in those plats,
as a matter of fact,
what does it matter
if she's wearing a trend
in the end.

If the end is near
then today is worth trying.
If it's tomorrow you fear,
the carry on dying.

You must leave all belongings
Your clips of green
and trophy rings
the sound of how your loved one sings
No heir loom blanket
no sugar to lend
just you and that box.

The end

There is no one here,
just you,
and me,
and these heels.

Saturated in liquor,
my inhibitions left me alone,
with a pounding heart,
but I only have this night.
I'm tipsy,
and dripping in front of your room door.
It's 2 a.m. and I couldn't care that you're in slumber.


I climb in your bed
slowly straddling you,
you wake to the scent of my skin.
My hips move around,
to make sure you arouse,
pretending you were already in.
Fully aware,you give me that stare,
as if to ask what I'm doing.
By then it's too late,
my strength is too great,
I've pinned you down,
so you can't move.

With little to undress,
I remove what's left of you,
your nerves begging me to stop.
This is what I want.
Even if you don't,
your body disagrees.
I move my way back up,
getting a taste of the preview.
Swallowing your body
into my mouth,
where my lips begin to play head games.
I know how much you hate "head games",
so I become more vigorous,
making you jump for me.
Staring at your perfect pair,
I lick, ****, massage and repeat.

By then, I'm soaked
ready to choke you
with the most wet set of lips you can imagine.
I grab your shaft and rub your head
on the tiniest hole you could fathom.
Your lips said "don't"!
But I knew better.
Inch by inch,
wetter and wetter.
You tried not to scream,
or even to like it.
Finally so deep,
my kiss touches yours,
only to heighten the moment.
I've already *** twice,
what a treat for me.
My naked flesh hanging down
over your mouth,
you wish for a taste with your tongue.
I give you just a little,
you're getting close,
I can feel it! Almost!

And just as you're about to explode......










I abruptly climb off of you,
and leave you alone to die.

I used to be someone great.
I looked up to me.
And you did.
As a man preaches the word to me,
I look past him.
He sees the deep pools of sorrow in me.
He reads me so fine and well,
but what does he know?

I used to be someone with out fear.
Now I'm scared to even remember me.
I had friends around me.
Now their motionless bodies run cold.

I used to be someone who lived a thousand times,
but you would never know by my smile.
A smile that takes an eternity to surface.
So I wait for another life to be someone.
Someone great again.

You who sleeps have forsaken me.
When your sacred bodies drift into R.E.M,
I am protector of the night.
When malignant sorcerers
come for your souls,
I am dragging their wretched shadows back to the underworld.
Honor me for I am truly divine.

You who slumbers have forgotten me.
Fear not my deathly stare.
My eyes are the navigators into the murky darkness,
where no man will ever see it's depths, and
when we cross paths,
salute me in your dreams.
It is then that you will truly recognize a wizard in disguise.

You who hibernates before morning will hear my calling.
Let it serenade you,
so that I may continue to speak in the language of trees and moon.
So that I may continue to fly effortlessly to the east,
assuring the sun will rise for you again.
You who is oblivion shall not wake.
And when you do,
respect me by cherishing the light,
for I am protector of the night.

As I walked to you,
your high green limbs moved with me.
Your path covered in old dream leaves,
so the crackle of my foot steps reveal my presence.


Your aroma gave off a slightly herbaceous scent,
with elegant woods and hints of citrusy amber.
That musk was so nostalgic,
it reminded me of past dreams,
when we would lay together and,
I would roll in your pine sipping on whiskey and mesquite.

After breathing you out, a rush of fresh air penetrated my lungs,
forcing me to become aware of the life that surrounds me.
Commanding attention from all of my senses,
humbling me into a seduction.

Each time it seems your path is further and further,
stranding me in your remote timbers,
so that I may live off of you,
forever in my dreams.
Never-ending it seems,
forest of mine,
until next time, be well.