"uncertin" poems
It's like a distant call of a well known ghost.
Change breath's heavy apon the wind.
She yerns to know the other end of rejection.
Two broke souls rich in the passion of a uncertin day.
No money can touch that excitment of just what comes next.
Sweet mercey we exist on a favor we cant repay.
A old radio and room no bigger than postage stamp.
***** windows give the best moonlit visions indeed.
Five star dream's I'll take a greezy burger and cold beer
my hand inbetween her thighs.
Her eye's speak the direction we shall take.
A devilish grin a twisted snake of plessure
leading to a old bed's dusty retreat.
But millions can't taste this moment.
Inside her plessure I grasp a key turned towards
the locked vessel to which she does give.
My nights are rich in splendor.
And a endless river in thought.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
A liar a ******* a friend and enemy all rolled into one.
A fool with a wreckless sense.
A dreamer who's life rest ready to be void at the end of a gun.
The losser who's past speaks of no future clear.
The uncertin madman who seldom is ever truely here.
The man's lust for the road.
A still frame dessire cast in a black and white play.
To many fights to little scars.
To many reasons.
To less bars.
The grey in a was young head.
My time is past half is already dead.
The bitter truths and well ment lies.
The wolfs heart under a devils disguise.
Stories unwritten and some yern never to be told.
A winters bite in a glimmer of passion.
My place gone from the illusion ive loved so well.
The mirror reflects all you'll never see.
The mirror lies to all.
But never hides it's fatal truth from me.
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 3:53 AM UTC