Polar opposites
racing toward each other
disparately aiming...
with their eyes closed

Magnetic fields
fortified and electric
****** to collide...
a melting merger

Beyond understanding
everything it is supposed to be
precariously balanced
over the last ravine of our lives

With you I know
its now or never
and there is no turning back
we are and always will be...
eachothers...

Thankfully

You dissolute deputation
Of disparate dipsomaniacs
Disparately determined
To drive me, distance me
Definitely, diametrically
Dizzily daft, daily.
Ditzy, I determined to
Deftly divide them;
I defy them, deny them,
Don't deify them
But deride them
Stand beside them
And guide them
To wander away
Until some other day
Some other fool
Who, as a rule
Digs abuse and misuse.

It's not a truce
But an absolute demand
For their total surrender
So they remember
From December to December
I am not a lifetime member
Of the “Beat Me” club.
Aye, there's the rub
You thought I liked it
So you could spike it
Like a basketball.
But, my soul is not at all
Into anything you could call
Masochism or submission.
So, if your mission is
To collect acolytes and slaves
You'd just better save that
For someone sicker than I
And bid me a fond goodbye.

1.

Innocent birth destined for a ****** grave,
Quick unplanned for exodus,
Once frolicking before friends,
Events to come, surprises to find,
Now taken in spirit and soul,
Toward creations living will never know,
Crying spawn,
Another lost, another torn,
Eternal black is not hard to find,
Young mind,
I've seen death,
Like an instant,
Like a cruel pursuer,
No reason, no justification,
No right,
Who writes this apt and confused thriller we call life,
Monotonous pain and lies,
Peering through the blood,
Unseeing eyes,
It's all crucifixion with a different face,
Stalking us all,
Hesitating,
Waiting for the right second,
The pounce of a tiger,
The bite of a snake,
The death of an angel.

2.

Voices aloud in eternal consecration,
In it's many forms,
The advice of surprise is not enough to harvest safety,
Among the prey, one of the children,
Behind the fire, one of the seeds condemned to expire,
Snatched from the light,
Arrived to early to feel the wound,
Disparately together with the truth,
And envisaged no sacrifices,
Reunited and peaceful,
Quiet and relaxed,
The death of a young life.
...............................

its storming outside
without a soul to trace
i wonder back to the only room which brings me comfort
slowly dragging my feet wanting nothing more but to fall
startled at how fast the water came out
creeping into the tub wanting
just wanting that tender touch
wanting the love i never could have
so i wonder of to the one place
drown myself in sorrow and loneliness
the love i once longed for is slowly killing me
slipping away into my secret place
a place of desire and longing that can never be reached
forgotten and replaced nevermore
dotted by the fearing of a voice
jumping awake balancing out my walk and talk
seeing was nothing racing back
without a soul to trace i ponder back

back to my peaceful secret place where i can dream and wish but never have
startled again stopping dead in my tracks
almost falling not knowing
has someone come to rescue me
has someone found my lonely peaceful place
have they finally found the girl who hides from the world
drowning herself in sorrow and loneliness
no i was just a desperate maiden
driven insane with your own madness
holding on to that last thread of hope
the hope she once shed blood for
wanting someone to find her but not wanting to use up her last hope
she ran back to where she could wish and dream but never could have
this was just a love she longed for
one she disparately craved
a love that will never be hers

i sat down in a place where my blankets met
it seemed like they wanted so disparately to for me to sit
i fell off of a kitchen stool
it laughed at me and said so cruelly
"you, you are not to be fed
you're head is so fat it just might **** you
my reply was "i'd rather be dead
no forced replies, no love, no virtue"

i crawled around 'til my feet let me stand
they were in a deep sleep, then they woke up and said
"your head is closer than your mind, child.
two feet off the ground, you're a beguiled child!
you'll be a king someday! carry us around
we'll be ALIVE, they say.
who cares if we push you down?
we'll be ALIVE, someday."

then, they gave out underneath
i was back to crawl upon my knees.
i tried to jump then changed my plea
i lied alone, no one accompanying me.
they decided to laughed and said so cruelly
"you, you were not made to fly
stay where you belong or it just might **** you"
my reply: "i'm not afraid to die
i've got no faith, few friends, and a body of vice"