Once said
Birds of a feather flock together
Same goes for pigs and swine
I say
People together; all shape & size
Love n dance & commune with wine.

Common *** for common man
Leave passion for the poet

Sometimes I feel Beautiful.
incense drips from the cold tile
Exotic even,
never worth the pain bestowed
but priceless still.

its that hand I've been waiting on
the one I go all in on
the river slides off the deck
as a bead of sweat rolls down my neck
this is it, do or dead
trust my gut, don't get read
heart pounding heavy like a sledge
ridding everything right on the edge
step out confident over the line
capture my moment in time
throw down those pocket deuces
then just wait for the excuses
I can't believe my eyes
swept the table, claimed the prize
crawled to the mountain top
living so full about to pop
got me addicted to the thrill
blind to any eventual spill
now I cant never stop
even after a nasty flop
when you lose some ground
don't ever quit, hang around
cause you always know
our winding river will flow
rapid and rough  or slow and calm
grab hold my palm
and with your hand
we'll find dry land
a crimson empty sunset shore
walking with the one I adore

passers by seem to know
they give a sideways glance & a smile
and discreetly look away
how is it they can see in my eyes all that
I've never confessed to him,
though sitting beside me,
maybe even all I've never confessed
to myself.
not because I can’t but cause i wont
I won't let the demons take root
these demons aren't mine
shed of them I will be fine
the power I hold is divine
my courage draws the line
control holds steady in the sand

i am
the lion
under your bed

i am
the noise
waking the dead

i am
the boy
banging his head

i am
the trust
reduced to only rust

i am
the struggle
of going completely under

i am
the life
that broke in the night

i am
the monster
in your open closet

i am
the woman
screaming ****** ******

i am
the lie
that infected everything

i am
the secret
you hide from yourself

i am
the demons
swimming through your mind

i am
the honesty
that you left far behind

i am
the dust
on your recorded thoughts

i am
the allegiance
left trampled in the dirt

i am
the power
given to your pain and hurt

i am
the sadness
that defines your person

i am
the reality
that numbed your heart