i am often muse inspired but,

i most often write to share my war with myself... ..

my war with the faceless

my war with spirits and shadows

my war with blurred days and midnights void of moonlight

my self inflicted wounds that one day will in totality dance around my death

and,

only then, might i smile

i live deep inside myself

i have created quite the abyss

As the grey,
envelops the sky.

I reminisce of rain
and the sadness of why.

Why life couldn't be as endless as the sky.

Why life, like grey skies seem to just whistle on by.

Like moon drenched waves that crash together as one at sea

Our depth and longing to unite is fresh as paradise's breeze

We knock upon each others heart like sands on the shoreline

Please don't drift away with the next moment's tide

Paradise only exists when your lips are pressed against mine

My lonely nights have only ever needed you

I only want to share my thoughts, my dreams with you it's true

Almost paradise is dreams that somehow don't belong to me

Almost paradise is your body only given to me in a one night fantasy

Paradise is when I the sun, and you the horizon come together and forever form we

her jade eyes
her brunette hair
her savage tan

her curves defy
her shapely pear
her totality makes my manhood stand

yes,

i have written about you

i am sure that i have written about just about everyone

nothing bad,
nothing good,
simply something
everyday that i must do

i write about items that don't matter to most

i write about topics that most would never think
to write about

i've written about stop signs,

double yellow lines on the highway

i've written about how much that i prefer butter on my toast

i have written about so many things yet,
i know that there is still so much more

all i ever need to do is walk outside and be me

embrace and allow the moment to melt
deep within my core

my openness and willingness to fully absorb,

opens door after mysterious door

yes,
yes i have written about you

i have written about you even when you had no clue

black -n- blue,

sick with flu,


the old and new, the story always grew

yet, i keep it true

i have written about many things

but make no mistake....

i have indeed written about you.

when the
  full figured

green/ blue eyed brunette walks in?

my mind becomes
    overloaded

with sin


  they are 100% my kryptonite

   Mmmm mmm mmm... i wanna tak a bite

     i wanna take my time and...

make us both feel,

    alright

never cross

this Pøę like

creature.


Montresor

    still

.....     lives and,

Fortunato


   not so much.


darkness is seduced by Montresor.

Montresor
seduces....

   darkness.

but by

  all means,

come


    taste

                    my


          wine

yellow "crime scene" - "caution"
- "danger" tape can be found wrapped around every square foot of every place in this world at one time or another

gawking curious eyes and giraffe necks slowly make their way on by

the lure of horror, shock, blood and death peaks the passer by's interest... ..

so long as it isn't their own spilled blood of course

in this case,

it's just another day of reality in the devil's playground

oh well... ..
it's just another homicide

oh well... ..
the smell of death is common place

yellow crime scene tape has become an integral part of our cultural fabric

a satanistic culture that is not even apologized for any longer

"evil is just evil they quip",
matter of factly

"those lifeless bodies right there"?

"those folks were expected to die sooner or later"

"this crime scene investigation has held me up for 15 minutes in traffic now... ..

INCONVENIENCING ME"!!

"i have a life to live to you know"!?!

nevermind the ^^ irony up there because most folks these days are TOO STUPID to even comprehend it

Women are a completely complicated specimen of uncertainty

Women are a puzzle, a challenge that has always brought out the best in me

   a mystery

Just when you think that
you have them all figured out

Women... ..

they will show you that you don't, no doubt

After 52 years,
  I do

Of course I can't
   speak for you

I know what makes them tick and I know what makes them grin

   You just have to be lucky enough for them to REALLY, let you in

when there
was no more you

i needed
a double shot
of that
heart break *****

unzip... ..

frantic

like a starved animal,

kneeling,

my meat was,

greedily ripped
from the resting place

her mouth she...

mistook for,

her ******... ..

i think

healthy

angry

   people walk

by me with

    sneers on their faces

as i continue walking

    with a smile

on my face knowing that,

      i have cancer

and not angry

    about

              it

leaving me,

    more approachable

      than the folks

that haven't

   been given


a death sentence.

Everyone is out here just trying to live their life

The ups the downs and how at times life cuts like a knife

The homeless are forgotten while the wealthy are cheered

Left to die in a bus shelter, alone with their frozen tears

I feel genuine sorrow and pain for the way that man felt he deserved to die

I can't ever imagine what he said in his last words as he shivered and looked up towards the sky

All that I know is when I first heard this story, I broke down and cried

But now he is wrapped in Heaven's warmth and by Jesus has been glorified

The pain of his earthly body and mind is forever no more

For now...
now he sleeps in a place with no more doors or frigid floors

Sleep warm tonight my friend

No more frozen tears for you tend

As a starless midnight has descended upon us,
the flickering fading horizon light produces dusk.
Void of shadows the earth falls asleep,
a gentle rain begins to fall, the sky begins to weep.
The smell of a summer's rain warms me on a cold and starless night,
I dance in the puddles alone with tears and yet with great delight.
Amid the rain I glance above to see a shooting star,
I stomp my feet with a great splash, I know my heaven is not far.