her voice is like an echo
it's burning in my mind
it's eery and its trailing
yet, it's what I yearn to find
so tempting, so inviting
as if offering you it's love
it's lures you in
it devours you
a pain you've never heard of


her eyes are that of a she wolf
burning yellow in a snowy haze
a glance leaves you petrified
as if you're trapped in her gaze
she keeps you there
you're not to move
or the end will come swiftly
but if you listen to her commands
she'll promise to love you gently


her body is like ******
your own personal brand
your veins become intoxicated
at just the touch of her hand
they told you you needed rehab
but you cried and said you'd be lonesome


her eyes are that of a she wolf
burning yellow in a snowy haze
a glance leaves you petrified
as if you're trapped in her gaze
she keeps you there
you're not to move
or the end will come swiftly
but if you listen to her commands
she'll promise to love you gently


you're slowly feeling the withdrawal
you knew this day would come
they all promise you'll be better soon
but you're numb
so you turn and run


because her eyes were that of a she wolf
burning yellow in a snowy haze
a glance left you petrified
as if you were trapped in her gaze
she kept you there
you did not move
but the end still came swiftly
even though you listened to her commands
she didn't love you gently

The rain falls
The grass is damp
The trees are swaying
And yet
Life goes on

People come
People go
We are born
We all die
Life goes on

We laugh
We love
We live
We cry
We hate
We die
Life goes on

My thoughts are so loud I'm afraid people can hear them in a quiet room
But the look on their faces say
otherwise
or are they pretending so they could pry more?
or are they thinking the same, looking at my face to see if I could hear their thoughts?
My thoughts are like a ticking time bomb,
a few minutes away from explosion,
a few minutes from disaster.
I'm crawling towards it,
fumbling for the right wire
snapping it just in time for it to stop,
crisis averted for today.

thirty-five years
since Mark gunned you down
thirty-five years, passed
like a long sleepless night
that ends with taunting morning light
no brilliant sunrise grandly pronouncing
a glorious new dawn of man
although that would have been your plan
with your entreaties to give peace a chance
and imagine, imagine, imagine

now I kneel in this rain gray park
like a reject from some holy ark
a pilgrim in doleful disappointed pose
after seeing what your earthly brothers chose
was not to imagine a world of peace and love
but to wear reality like a cast iron glove
making mockery of your martyred chants
proceeding like a billion scurrying ants
deaf to your childlike pleas

across the soaked soil where your ashes lay
yesterday and today…and tomorrow
I feel the soggy sorrow
that you would have felt
if you could still see
all the rage of humanity

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Money in the pocket of the biggest shareholder

Day by day, we grow older
Love is lost, hearts grow colder

So while you still can, you should hold her
Say what you feel, before you wish you'd told her

Don't stash your dreams away, in that folder
As you care less what they think, you'll get bolder

Listen to those, who need a shoulder
Let her live, don't try to mold her

Don't sell your soul, for something golder

constricted by an ophidian
i slither away, just to live
is this where new life begins?
is this where i shed my skin?

bitten by fangs of chagrin
where to win is to never forgive
hiss with this abyss within
i'm living in a pit of sin

with my vision wearing thin
venom is a gift to give
i slip beneath the rocks again
this is where i shed my skin

Is there a way to get the touch of a hand out of your head?
There is no one who has truly been touched and forgets the feeling.
What do I say of your touch
except that I crave it?
I'm clutching at air here.
I'd like a hand to hold instead.