on the lake goes scuttling all the sanity
miracle frolicking tingles jaunty sails spread
as do the pink bits of *** splashing in the shallows
shiny toys why do you have to move like that?
plucking the young cords in my head with your
long skin sweating correctly oils that bitter sweetly
in my mouth. i can't keep from the rude giggling of
your heavy ******* my eyes to wonder on the ether
of their succulent tiny hills. sharply ***** the absence
of my lady and bleed away my devotions mouth watering
lilies watering in the mouth of my cerebrum. but so comes
the touch of her polk-a-dot lacey correspondence on my nape
and forgotten are the little delicacies as enveloped in the sugar
of her cinnamon wrists glad hands grasping about my knotted
tissues i am drawn into the unbearable perfection of her metal
lips.

a silver splinter in
nights obsidian epidermis
bled silver saliva
dripping over every edificial
outcropping of tangled limbs

times quiet muscles contract
in rhythmic response to
your quivering thighs
as sudored ******* convulse
eloquently

sharp gasps lash (at(
my damp) fabric

my cells scream)

with the scrabbling scratch of black painted nails

;

I'm sorry.
I don't want to go to the beach
This afternoon.

You see,

Sun and I are not on good terms.

He's burned me in the past.
And while
It breaks my heart,
I've moved on.

His name is Moon.

He get's me.

He's softer,
Not harsh like Sun.
He's solemn,
Not obnoxious like Sun.

So we can go to the beach,
I guess...
But can we go
Tonight?

Two girls, both fifteen
To one life is kind, to the other life is mean
The first is an average girl, going out and having fun
The second girl is pregnant, learning to raise a little one.
One goes shopping, she can't wait for the dance
The other cries herself to sleep, praying for a second chance.
The first girl is a size zero and has a beautiful smile
The second doesn't feel pretty, she shops in the maternity
aisle.
One gets dressed up, it's finally prom night
The other heads to the hospital to put up a fight.
The first girl has fun, she dances night till day
The second makes a decision, she'll give her baby girl away.
One girl goes to bed after talking on the phone
The other won't sleep until Lacey has a good home.
Seasons change and years go by,
It's amazing how fast the time can fly.
One girl raises a family and directs the kindergarten play
One thinks about her baby and wonders, "Where is she?
Is she okay?"
The first girl has all she ever dreamed of and lives with no
regrets
The second's past still haunts her, she tries but can't
forget.

just like the midnight lark I rise each midnightto listen in delight to the sound   that I have grown to love.
for her words have grown on me intertwined inside my memories.
every night I need her voice to set the moment right.
just like the lark I am a servant of the sky bound toroam across my dreams.Her song intones me.
I am stronger than the leaves.
in a stiff summer breeze.
sweet harmony be my guide and lead me to the other side.my passage has been paid by the dreams before I’ve laid.but do not be affright, I dreamt of you tonight.
so sing me lullabies from you perch up in the skyand I’ll dream a dream so true, and I’ll only dream of you.that I’ll wake amidst the nightwondering why you’re not by my side.then I’ll heave a heavy sigh as my ears have been trained to find,your fervent song that forever keeps me hanging onto the last few precious moments, of a night that creeps along.so,  sing me a song o’ black ruby of the night.draw your inspiration amongst the starlit night.for dreams do come true as dreamers often pray,but on an on another day.  good bird I do praythat God will bless your wings, for without your holy sound my life would come unwound.  o’ poet of the treesyour verse sedates my mind to a gentle ease.in mediation ‘tis true that all I hear is you.o’ poet of the skies and singer of lullabies,
I dream dreams so true of me and of you- .  allow me to be frankof hiker of the leaves,  and drifter of the trees,may you play for mea song so seldom sung to the silver sliver stuck above.I’ve fashioned a dream today of which I wish to playbut I have no melody to accompany my fantasy.so songbird of the night, sing me a song so rightand let your symphony surprise the stillness of the night. in these words I trust you’ll forever know my loveas strong as the rushing tide pulled from the silver disc above.black ruby of the night like a thief you stole my heart,ransom off my being but keep my soul intact, this is all I ask.first sound I fell in love with your evanescence glowthat radiates to me as roses attract bees.your bittersweet melody invigorates my being.wind comes to tear the leaves from ceiling treesbut the roots hold fast and the leaves survive and my soul has crossed the tide.to dream a dream so true as dreamers often liein bunks made of trees to slumber through the tide. in your song I am free to think,I am firm in my beliefs,I am stronger than the leaves.2005-

Shadow, you *******;
bead box upended,
a galaxy of beads beckon feline eye;
you’d choke in your bliss
for cheap plastic pieces.
Your toys remain unchewed, dusty;
my pens remain missing, useless.
Four a.m. is for sleeping, not eating;
I slam the door,
no longer listening;
your crying piercing my brain,
deep as the bead nestled in your throat;
They’re never the same again
once the damage sets in;
the special diet,
medication tucked in cheese;
hairballs requiring the kittie-Heimlich,
like squeezing a black, furry accordion;
and then it is I who cries
for forgiveness.

Beginning needs end, yet no end in sight.
                     For journeys of this sort, end not tonight.
Demons tromp round the room ere I be,
Yearn I do for days set free.
For hide I not the depths I've dove,
                  nor hate the road upon which I drove.
The angels and demons led me thus far,
                                    leaving behind a memorable scar.
                                                   Gnashing teeth and fiery swords
             Battles wage between the hordes
                           Spirits at war demanding this heart,
                                                    End not this day, written from start.
                In darkness I walk in search of light,
                                                 And at son’s rise I seek the night
                                                        Both sides call like Sirens song
                                                                 Confused I am to whom I belong.
                                                     Sway I do like the sea
                                               To and fro which side to be.
With smiles ajoy I choose now this day,
                     To join the heavens at this game they play.
                                            I thank thee my Lord for the battles you wage,
                                       Defending this pawn through out the age.
Cannons thunder and demons dost fall,
                          Lord I fight this day for thy call.
                                       Force me this day this decision to stand,
  Take this heart for what you’ve planned.

When the rain’s pourin’ down and you’re soaking wet

I’ll be there with an umbrella

When everyone close deserts you

I’ll be there by your side

When you’re inside a burning building

I’ll be there with a garden hose

When you feel the mountain crumbling at your feet

I’ll be there with a bridge

When you’re lost

I’ll be there with a map

And when all else fails

I’ll be there with a llama