Not all madness has a method
And not all love has a rhyme
The drums don't always promise piece de resistance  

You are a dimension unfathomable
An Intergalactic adventure-
Alien emotions
That I can only know to end in one way

Forgive my bitter predjudist
But your actions ring out far too loud
And I can't find a haven from your sirens
Taunting
Evading
Refusing my life

(C) Tiffanie Doro

You were watercolor
A masterpiece soft and awe-inspired
Quite thrilling and beautiful as a mid November

I keep a ghost of you
Sealed inside of an old mason jar
At night I take you from your tucked away hiding spot
The best lullaby that I never got-
Was you in the late nights of December
When our breathes turned to frost

The night was a barrier between them and us
Until you became the toymaker and I your knickknack
But the final product couldn't live up to the blueprints
So you crumpled the papers
And threw out your knickknack so you could begin again from scratch

So I keep my manson jar-
A memory-
Perhaps a token of time
Before the canine complex I have come to know so very well

You're in the bathroom powdering your nose
While a man in a tuxedo waits for you at the bar
Though it's not the shine you are trying to disguise
Or the scars you gave up trying to hide
One more inhale and you'll be fine
Exaggerations
Exaggerations clouded your head
You have retained more than you can control
And all the facts are scattered on the bed
Lingering on your pale flesh
Flushed and fragile
You need delicate hands to touch you
But you find only sandpaper in the night
Coarse, rough skin
Pressed against you
With the tuxedo mans lips kissing your ear-
Whispering into your head
The lights inside your mind dim as you begin to disappear
Until tomorrow-
Life's only a distant falsity

(C) Tiffanie Doro

If I could
I would spend the seconds of each minute and each day daydreaming
Melting into the earth-
Evaporating
Into arms
Into time
I'd take my fingertips and run them over the sky
From one side back to the next
stringing each star along
Until one after the other they become perfectly aligned
Creating an exquisite display
A mural among the galaxies
It's showcase to the lucky-
The breathing, unbiased
Each person a spectacle
Setting fire to clouds-
to our cities
And to the lips of another's
Hands taking in the bodies design
Sparking the fluttering of eyes
It's the passion that keeps us remembering we are alive

We are the lucky ones-
The bitter hearts that once were have been set free

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Could you cascade into me?
Through the bass of my hearts notes?
Through the wilds of my mind?
Through the marrows of my soul and even to the depths of my toes?
Could you be sweet
with a tender touch-
Maybe even,
At times,
passionately lost and rough?
Perhaps-
But I say the questioning tone too doubtfully
Too predictably so-

I've know the intentions from the start

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Still raw from the drums
The purging of sound
You are an ulcered kleptomaniac
you can't fight such thrill-
The thrill of consuming
Theft
Thieving metaphorical hearts
Your words are howls
You're a dog burying it's bone without a care as to who it belongs
You steal and you destroy
And you leave the poor ashes as a final knife-
The fatal blow to their chests

(C) Tiffanie Doro