There is no conscience
Inside a dangerous mind
In a dark alley,
there lurks a figure in black
His knife taken from it's sheath.

I've shadows inside.
I hesitate to explain.
Happiness I feign

No light in my life.
And then out from the darkness,
your silhouette glows.

I am old fashioned
Like the feel of newspapers
Hand held moonlit walks

Online dating sites
Great for finding long term love
If not, sleep around

What good are my words?
They're only reaching deaf ears.
I can only speak.

A fact you should know,
though sometimes it doesn't show,
dear, I love you so.

I long to believe,
that with death there comes new life.
So we will not grieve.

Every day there's death.
It does not discriminate.
Your money, worthless.

I'm torn by life.
Don't want to live forever.
Yet it's death I fear.

I think about death.
And when I take my last breath.
Will someone be there.
Or will I die all alone.
Sitting in my easy chair.

Trust is a hurdle
I've not been able to clear
Crippled by deceit.

Decisions are made,
in dark alleys and back halls.
Best to watch your back.

I hate decisions
I don't think they're my strong suit
Can't make up my mind.

All bad decisions.
Take a toll on mind and soul.
You dig your own hole.

Hiding behind walls
If you look that's where I'll be
Honing my courage.

Deja Vu moments
Did I already write this
Deja Vu moment?

Her mind draws a blank.
She can't recognize your face.
She did yesterday.

Politely I ask,
if I may please be excused,
from my own demise.

I can't find a way.
To appeal to your kind side.
Demons cloud the way.

He's known to be charming
When he wants to be
But also a hand full
Because a drinker is he
His head full of demons.
They won't let him be
They haunt and torment him,
with a kind of sick glee
But I love him dearly
He's my only true love
No matter the consequences
And if push comes to shove
I'll hang on for dear life,
to this kind hearted man
I'll hold him when he screams
Hold him as tight as I can.

The sky, colorless.
My vision, hard of hearing.
All of life stands still.

Depression can be,
A prison with no bars,
wish without the stars.

Here in the darkness.
Hope, that was once in the light,
is now cloaked in black.

It was destiny.
Our steps were in unison.
We both knew the dance.

In desolation
I feel that's where my soul lies
It is my truth

I danced with the devil,
he could really cut a rug.
Couldn't sway me though.

Dreams of fires ablaze.
Then a little man with horns,
enters in the haze.
He says he's the antichrist,
I tell him it's just a phase.

I write to feel life
And all of its nuances
Then I embrace them.

It might do you good.
To embrace differences.
I differ from you.

I've loved you before.
It was in another life.
Lived by other means.
Then we lived in a castle,
surrounded by kings and queens.

I'm not depressed
I'm challenged by happiness
Can't feel my happy.

In a tug of war,
between confidence and doubt
Both disqualified.

You are respectful,
when in polite company.
Not that way with me.

From both sides I've seen
The divisive arguments
Nothing getting done.

So much division,
in this world that we call home
Neighbors all are we.

Dogs are good people.
They greet you cordially.
God's ambassadors.

Dog and fire hydrant
Dog leaves his name and also,
forwarding address

Dogs welcome you home.
You could be gone just minutes,
feels like days to them.

Dogs will save your life,
give you the shirt off their back,
for a belly rub.

I don't want to know
why love lets you paint the town
but won't take you home

Sometimes I can't see.
Doubt dimly clouds my vision.
Like a cataract.

I will give to you,
the benefit of the doubt
But I am jaded.

It's become quite clear,
that loves a gift rescinded
when doubts are a given

Freedom from your doubts.
Can sometimes be possible.
If your will is strong.

When will be my day?
My future in disarray
Doubt steps in my way.

Doubting in myself
And cannot forgive myself,
for not forgiving.

The dragon spits fire
Tired of its own breath it sighs ,
and burns down a town.

Time ripped at the seams.
Still you can try your hardest,
realize your dreams.

I've had awful dreams
But beautiful ones as well,
stories they do tell.