toes embracing paradise's sandy beach

we watch... .. .

as the tide rolls away

and
moments of life
flow out
of reach


the moonlight
and
salt air on her skin

at
this moment,

her beauty had me tremblin'

a moment,
that we
will never soon
forget

her tongue
so craved his bitterness

thirsty for his
passion filled thrusting hips

her hair
pulled to the side
as her indulgence begins

infidelity's sin has him lusting for her absurdly hard nips

all hell breaks loose... ..

once he
slides in

what are you running from?

inevitability?

joy and laughter?

they seem to be lost forever in an urn full of ashes

his daily evidence of this?

empty liquor bottle after empty liquor bottle he releases from his numb hand to drop,
crash and left to mingle on the floor with the others

one's death has inspired another's death

ebon spirits beg for his soul

"drink up you wretched soul" they beg

"we await your tortured soul so that we can,
torture it some more"

upon his death,

joy and laughter died and turned every day into endless night

the shadows never leave

their abundance
now comforts him as his only company... ..
'friends'

"drink up"!

he wrote
about
ensnaring
her in
an
intricate
spider's
web.

she lies
prone,
sprawled...

vulnerable
and
just about
paralyzed.

he
meaningfully,

slowly
meanders
in...

she
refuses
to
fight it.

rather,

she has
been
knowingly
longing
for a
night
of
paralyzing
seduction
with
him.

hard-
cold-
angry-
bi polar
has been
my
personality
for
years
now.

pick...
pick

pick...
pic­k.
­
it only
takes
one
memory
and,

i
arrive
OUTSIDE
myself
once
again,

always
knowing
how.

pick...
pick

pick....
pick,

ever­­yday
i
pick at
my
scabs
my
wounds
my
past.

i wait
for
loose
gravel
under
my feet
to
scuttle
at
long
last.

one
time
in life,

i
was a
child
that
saw
life
as an
everyday
playground.

now?

i
pick....
pick

pick....
pick.

i
wait
to discard
this
defeated
frown.

i
wait
for
my
life
to drown.

i
wait
for
them to
come
leave
tears
upon my
cemetary
mound.

i...

i wait
for
death-

and
my
childhood
to
once
again
be
found.

i...

i wait
for
MY
death-

to
no
longer
make
a sound.

fragile are the soft moist lips of your lover

but;
even more fragile,

are the words that fall from them

the ground beneath a liar's feet,

is always littered with ****

don't lament her death,

she knew that darkness lied ahead

your blood is on your hands,

even though i wield the knife

if i am part of the storm,

there will be no calm

amber sky so
littered with wings

i find muse
as
beauty avenges the abyss of despair

Death is remembered

at roadside memorials

as i pass by them

memories forgot

leaves me to wonder if my

death is drawing near

that wax candle's scent

reminds me of my childhood

my childhood birthdays

she wanted ***

so,

*** is what i gave her

*** in the rain,
in the mud

***** ***

shadows pinned me down

dark and faceless demon's hunt

hunting for my soul

i watch them,

standing outside
the funeral home;

smoking
trivializing
laughing.

"another one dead"
"another life over"
i can hear them exclaim.

"i remember when"
"i remember how"
"i remember the way he"
"i remember"
they continue....

cigarettes litter
the ground around them,
cliches and promises break the silence.

then,
a few hugs,
a few goodbyes.

until they get together to stand outside the funeral home once again.

only this time,
one of them is not present.

summer, I loathe you.

  you do absolutely nothing for me, that much is true.

my fancy, has never been struck by the likes of you.

    summer, your presence never captivates me but instead, leaves me feeling blue.

you make the simplest of tasks unbearable, you stink !

      summer, you often bring tempers and patience to the edge, the brink.

i don't need your filthy habits and your disgusting smelling lovers next to me.

   i need the freshness of an Autumn breeze that brings a man like me to my tired knees.

     so, soon enough it's good riddance to you summer, and your smelly lovers.

     soon I can be free of you at long last, and nestle myself underneath a few covers.

summer let me be frank, i detest your filthy, *****, sweaty ways.

    so buh bye summer, i have just about as much need for you as I do for tooth decay !

if i live long enough to embrace Autumn once more.

     i will breathe in its air like it's my last inhale.

         i will not assume that i am entitled for an encore.

  if i make my 52'nd birthday this Autumn, in this life i will know,  i have not failed.

             the rusty reds, perfect peaches and October orange hues are a beauty that has no rival !

      Autumn is my mistress, she is a very special part of my own survival.

      Autumn like my 52'nd birthday is at my doorstep knocking.

            Autumn is the season that has kept this half century year old man young and rocking.

give me the cool nights by a crackling smokey fire.

      give me those colors Autumn that, only YOU can share and that I desire.

and take away the ***** sweaty feeling of summer.

    summer, the season that is always such a drag, to me, a ******.

           Autumn, bring me back to sunday sauce and long sleeves.

bring me back to trees full of unique hues and mesmerizing leaves.

     buh bye summer, i don't care if i were to ever see you again.

              52, with another Autumn under my belt makes me...indeed

one of the luckiest men.

Oh honey bee that loves my sunflower

Feel free to buzz around for more than an hour

The two of you together form an incredible power

Wait patiently for the rain of life to once again upon you lovingly
shower

Oh sunflower

Oh sunflower

my love for you
will never
sour