before heading
out on a journey
of revenge,
be mindful
to dig
two graves
before you
leave

Above all else, guard your heart

for everything you do flows from it.

Be mindful
that;

your heart is never
a willing prisoner.

If I never
lived to see
another July,

would I care?

With the torment
and anxiety
of every day
daily life,

probably not.

Life is just not
fun anymore.

It feels laborious,

much like
a chore.

It hurts to
wake up.

It hurts to
go to work.

It hurts
to sleep.

Maybe it's time
for,

the "Lord my
soul to keep".

Remove me
from this
tortured life.

And from
my body,

remove the
knife.

a kiss
without
the hug
is like
the flower
without
the fragrance

There are lips to die for

There are lips to fall in love with

There are lips that I long to hear whisper my name

Your lips seem to mesmerize me

Your lips;

they are as sweet as the sweetest honey bee

She's the first drop of rain on my tongue in the desert

She's the shade tree that spares me from the open skied sunbursts

She's the log on the fire that crackles and glows brightly

She's that drink you desire by the fire you need nightly

She's the sugar in my coffee that sweetens my morning

She's the fantasy in my dreams that makes me so *****

She's the desire that somehow showed up without warning

why i can not
ever be,
fully happy.

because,
within one mile
of leaving
my home for
work in the
mornings,
there is always
road ****
that my eyes
always find
and that my heart
aches and
breaks for.

within one mile
of leaving
my home to
'hopefully',
start a fresh day
happy and
smiling just,
never
lasts long enough.

that one image
of death,
no matter how
insignificant that
you may think
that;
squirrel's
rabbit's
cat's
bird's
life is to you,
means something
totally different
to me!

that's a life;
period
end of story!

a life that
suffered.
a life which
i wish that
i could restore.

and my sadness
overwhelms me
knowing full well
that i do not
harness that type
of power and that
tomorrow this
will only be,
deja vu.

i think to myself;
why am i
still here?
what have i
done to deserve
to still walk
this earth?
why must
others suffer so?
whether they
be man, pet
or beast,
why must
they suffer?

it's then
i think;

here i am,
lying in bed with;

a roof over
my head.
food in my
pantry and
refrigerator.
water to hydrate
myself with.
a family that
loves me.

why?!?!

why do i
deserve these
things?!?!

and why do
the roakill
and every other
starving,
thirsty,
homeless,
unloved deserve
their fate?

why?!?!

this is why
i can never
be happy,
REALLY happy
because i will
never allow
myself to be
happy because
of all of the
death
cruelty
and unhappy
events around
me.

my heart has
been broken
beyond repair
but as a sponge
it still
works great...

sadly for me
and my
unhappy life.

well,

   here
  i
.... am

i
             have
   woken

u
p

    once again

     just
..              to

                     go
    through


     t
       h
          e



m
  o
    t
      i
        o
           n
              s

again

I'll kiss your scars

if....

you kiss

mine.

fire and
gunpowder
do not
sleep
together

You frame your own self loathing when casting aspersions of those that left you behind

Your window is a fractured rendering of a broken image

The adolescent tone of your written words is a sign

Your wounds are clearly deep for which there is no bandage

They must have really hurt you for you to write about them all of the time

Move on because in this life they are someone that you are meant to miss

Your spite filled pen, heart and tongue will never bring back their kiss upon your lips

You're not even a beautiful mess
You're just a mess

Worry about yourself and think about them less

Stop longing for their caress

Your love for them is truth and not something that you need to confess

Repair your window of broken glass
Your shattered vision of what was, will never bring back the past

Six
  feet
    of
      dirt
        make
          all
            men
              equal

She wanted the world

So I gave her, me

This sunset is
remarkable

I have never
felt so alive

The sun
hovers over
the horizon
like a boss

so,

when we finally get together

i am going to need hours with you
because,

there are parts of you that i know that i am going to want to linger in longer than others

and after we at long last become one,

and our bodies lie limp from passion's exhaustion...

i want to fall asleep with my ***** inside of you

so that when we awaken and your hips begin to gyrate once again,

those unforgettable hours can begin to be repeated all over again

"Red"

Red.
Red can be fire.
Red can be rage.
Red can be love and desire.
Red can be forever imprisoned in a cage.
Red is not the color of love.
Red is the color of spilled blood.
Red is no cherub flying around with an arrow.
Red is the screams of tomorrow's echoes.

Life

    It's not recyclable

       Winds of beauty waft by your senses

          Ignoring God's poems and artistry

Cultured you may not be

      Unrefined and raw

As you read this

  Mouth corners curl up

         Smirk on face

               Who is he to assert?

  No one really

        Just an artist like Him

               Procrastinate if you must

One day there will be no need

      To procrastinate

             Your time will be done

The birds will still sing the most serene morning serenade

          The moon will still bathe in hues that one has trouble putting into words

                The sky will appear to be washed in water color upon an artist's easel

And you....

          No more smirking as if you know or knew better

                Nope....

Just another dead soul wasting and rotting away....

            Opportunities now gone

But -

     No longer procrastinating.

Forgive me but,

I seem to have
left some of
my words
deep inside
those gaping
wounds of yours

Retrieving them
is of no interest
to me

I may even,

push them in
deeper when the
opportunity
arises

I missed vital
organs intentionally,

for now anyway.

Oh ye butterfly

   A beauty that need not try

         To catch a love's eye

There is always
one thing, that
I am sure to do
when I am
around you

I am sure
to disguise how
I am always
******* you
with my eyes