Blackened hearts pump nothing but venom.

Genuine hearts pump nothing but antidotes.




written by me... ..

Being held in the arms of a stranger
in this cold world; can feel fantastic when held at the right moment.

But;

Being held tightly in the arms of your soul mate; makes the strangers and the rest of the world go away.




written by me... ..

I am but
one star
in the
universe
that you
deserve.
I am but
a rain's
puddle
when
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
Wish
upon me.
Dance
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
enough
for thee.



written by me... ..

Angels of mercy, wings a flutter.
Their heavenly aura surrounds two pictures on the mantle.

Blades of a fan, clockwise they turn ,
A crisp cool fresh breeze takes away the heaviness in the room with two pictures on the mantle.

Plush toys, pillows in abundance,
the clock on the wall, pendulum free, ticks on ..day into night.

Furnishings rearranged, a hospice bed has been accommodated in the home that he - my Pops built....
there is low
idle chatter, the comings and goings of friends of family
with whispers of I love you ...

Soft fragile replies of; 'I know that you do'...

all in the room with two pictures on the mantle.



written by me... ..

I watch as a lifeless limb drifts down the river of life.
I watch as a storm cloud races across an otherwise empty sky of blue.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch a brilliant flame extinguished and waft away a wisp of smoke.
I watch as a leaf falls from it's tree never to be one again.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the sun fall beneath the horizon as darkness takes up residence.
I watch the moon but just one half, the other half playfully hides.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the bird out on the wire and marvel at this balance.
I watch as stars fight to outshine one another in a moonlit sky.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the evil get rewarded and carry on unscathed.
I watch the good fight epic battles just to live another day.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.




written by me... ..

Her poems are
little slices
of ******.
They are
full of malice
and
premeditation.
Her weapons
can be found
in a Websters
or "Planned parenthood" center.
Softly and then
savagely she
slaughters you
with lullaby,
prose and
suction.
Dangerous
is she,
the killer
with words.
She stands
with abortion,
a homicidal
maniac with
no soul.
She doesn't
even spare
the unborn
from her
satanistic
poetry.
She's a
cold blooded
murderer
that hides
behind
irresponsibility
and lies.



written by me... ..

She said with her mouth;
"allow me to
sip you like
a fine aged wine".
While her eyes were
guzzling me down
like a frat party's
funnel.



written by me... ..