C= my style that's constant
V= various topics I choose
T= time that it takes


Now let's do the math


C(same ****** style)+V(various ****)- T(time that's spent)=Q
                                                        ­                                                 That one's for quit!

Water fall from the waterfall as fast as my tear drops
Pain like a lion's roar
Heart cold as ice hard as stone
Time tiks like a beat in my empty heart
So cry cry cry till no more

We are all pawns in the system, the system is corrupt
About to self destruct cut your face handled rough
Stand against my words, see if I care
You'll be punted, caught in Delaware
And eaten with a fork, **** straight from New York
You'll be broken like Lady Liberty's image
Just passed the line of scrimmage, ballsy as ****
I'm testing my luck like speeding trucks
Below average lyrics, but you get the purpose
Like your life's meanings worthless, I know you heard this
**** it, I'm outta here like the Secret Service

I'm in love with you
And the thought of fiction makes my heart quench for more
The thought of my fingers intertwining with yours
The thought of having your heavy hands in mine, as one
Is all I'm asking for

Your lips scented of cigarettes I crave
More than any other drug I've taken
And if I overdose from the love you gave
Then I'd rather die a life that's worth getting into your haven

The thought of getting drunk by your breath leaves me breathless
Each lick, each line that goes straight to the head
Would be enough for me to stay up all night, restless

Your veins will be the last trace of blood in me
Injected and infected like a deadly disease
The thought of having you inside of me, moving freely
Coursing throughout every inch and limb of flesh that I own
Gets me higher like ******* on ice
As cold and heavy like your hands, like stones

You will be my favourite
My favourite everything
Better than the drugs that I've taken
The liquor I've been saving
To keep me awake on Friday nights
You will be better than the *** I've been having and faking
You will be better than any other man alive

And the thought of having you is like fiction asking for hope in delusion
And hate asking for love
For another chance, another try

n.j.

Broken window,
Damaged door,
Tempers rising,
Personal war,

Clenched fists,
Raised heart,
Eyes bulging,
A man apart,

Words fail,
Closed ears,
Red mist,
Own fears,

Locked door,
Black eye,
Help me,
She cries,

Angry man,
Local law,
He resists,
Once more,

Overnight,
Changed heart,
Apologetic,
New start,

Spilt glass,
Angry man,
Beaten wife,
Changed plan,

Courage found,
To walk away,
And escape,
His drunken ways,

New life,
No fear,
Only joy,
Draws tears,

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

let it not be confused
let no one else's name
ring throughout these sentences
let this be a hatchet
let me put this to rest
this is not a test
i don't want to think
about shipwrecks anymore
i am tired of folding apologies
into origami birds
and placing them
at the headstones to your tantrums
this is not is not geology class
these are promises
written on razorblades
      & if you are getting choked up
        then maybe you should be
maybe we should be buried
with our telescopes face down
my mouth is full of sorry
all for being honest
we are falling out of orbit
we are burning bystanders
so cast away your callous condolences
because no one is clapping
in this waist deep water
this is not a baptism
so do not tell strangers
that this was a chance to drown
any differently
i am not a catalogue
of constellations you cannot name
this is not mythology
so stop believing your horoscope
i am not a wishing well
i am just a wall for you
to paint post nuclear fallout & antonyms for catharsis on
we destroy the things
that are not ours-
the wanton ways
we embody wrecking *****
and then cry over the rubble
this is not a heap or a mosaic
this is leaping
off a thousand story building
with no one to catch you
at the bottom & maybe
that's why some quiet moments
are so fragile, maybe that's why butterflies have mimicry
your words are black powder
and poetry is your musketry
i guess that makes me your blindfold

I pull the blade across my already torn and tattered wrist
I bite my lip and I wonder........Has anyone else ever felt like this?
No....Of Course not......I quickly push it from my mind
As this blade erases everything from my mind
My blood starts to flow and all the memories quickly fade away
Nothing else could possibly matter when I feel this way
I breath a single sigh of relief as this amazing release takes its hold
Why can't anyone else understand this?
It's a bad thing......or so I've been told
But only it's the bad thing
It's the thing that keeps me sane
The blade is always searching for willing flesh to play its twisted game
I'm always a willing partner
I could never say no
It's a giver and taker
And I am firmly in its hold
Never does it let me down
Always it will ease the pain
But sometimes I have to wonder if I've gone too far
Just what exactly is my blade washing away?
Is it my pain?....Is it my sins?......
Is it every dark, evil, and ugly thing that lives within?
I'm not sure and of course it never tells
It's secrets.......alike to mine are condemning to hell