It’s not always *****
And glass slippers
Handsome gloved fingers impeccably asking for
Just one dance
There aren’t always fairies with good intentions
And neatly pressed dresses
Popping out from
Rose bushes while you cry to
A mother grave
Sometimes dirt under fingernails
Doesn’t come off
Sometimes you learn to live by
Snatching crusts thrown in
Hot fires so you
Reach in to hunger
And come out with scarred fingers covered in ashes
Chores are not always performed
By animated, peeping creatures
And instead you know their presence in the dark as
Whispered tails run over your ratty hem
It’s not always a fairy-tale
Sometimes you sing harshly
To the tune of a whip on your back
As the words
**** from the cinders
Ring in your ears
But sometimes clever fingers steal material
Working late into the night
And pacts made with older Magic’s  
Help you bewitch a prince so he sees
Only you
And sometimes you get to watch blood fall
On your wedding dress as your tormentors eyes
Are plucked out by winged doves
And you do feel happy
In the sunlight
Until in the dark, again
Hands run over you, whispering then
Biting like the rats
And you realize, lying back
That you have traded one form of servitude
For another
And happily-ever-after has
Only just begun.

The stars reflect her beauty
While competing for her smile
Each one thinks her love is their's
While filled with blind denial

She continues to entice them
As each one feels her stare
Her love belongs to all of them
But none will choose to share

A falling star is nothing more
Than a star with a broken heart
Crippled by her rejection
It will suddenly fall apart

Whenever you see a twinkling star
It's just the Lover's dance
Dying for her attention
In its quest to find romance

The Dippers, both big and small
Were formed to quench her thirst
They stand in line to honor her
As they battle to be the first

The Northern Star takes precedence
As he points which way to go
His countenance is blinding
As he absorbs her radiant glow

So, don't forget to watch the stars
And smile each time they swoon
For now you know this love story
Between the stars and moon

He never asked for anything
When they nailed Him to the cross
To pay the price for all human kind
For, He alone, could pay the cost

The Maker of the moon and stars
In the Heavens up above
Would show us all the meaning
Of this word that we call love

All alone, and deserted
Not once did ever He falter
All our sins are wiped away
When we meet Him at the altar

The Maker of all the rivers and seas
There were none before Him, He was the First
The creator of all the waters
But yet, He said, "I thirst"

There's nothing funny about flatuence
My wife has it all the time
Course she always blames it on me
And I'll always say, yes dear, it's mine

The worst time, is on those cold nights
With the covers pulled over my head
The sweet aroma of, "What in the world was that?"
It drives me right out of my bed

Now I'm not saying that it's stinky
Okay, yes I am
I even got her beano for Christmas
Well, cause, I'm just that kind of man

Now see, everytime that it happens
Her and my dog, point at each other
Then the dog puts a pillow over his face
Til I think he will surely smother

(Whispers) Wait just a minute, my wife walked in
I can't let her see what I'm writing
Cause if she knows that I told you
Then the rest of the night we'll be fighting

Okay, she's gone, anyway she's stinky
Flatuence, has got to be a sin
For there's always something evil
That seeping out of her rear end

Now, I have literally tried everything
And I don't know what else to do
I love her, so I guess I'll accept it
While holding my nose and saying "Shoo"

Of all the ****** that i like,
The best would be of lace and white,
But then again, there's so so much,
There's even knickers with no crotch!?,

Those little bras for beginner *****,
Or leather gear, for naughty moods,
And not forgetting Bridget Jones,
Come on girls, we've all got those ones.

Those yummy corsets **** us in,
We'll shake our hips and bear a grin,
To tantalise and tease men so,
Our ***** with tassels on, so guys can, ahem, grow.

Those fishnet stockings cost a bomb,
But ladies, that's why we put them on,
We feel so ****, and so do they,
So that's why we get them to pay.

Silk and satin, black or red,
Or going commando instead,
What then girls, do we love these things for,
Because they'll only be scattered on our bedroom floor?...

Pictures of the past year
Slowly flood my mind
Pictures of the memories
Of things we left behind.
I've learned so much through growing up
That I didn't know before
I've learned that love can hurt you
But leave you coming back for more.
I've learned that you'll lose people
You thought you'd always know
And sometimes you should hide your feelings
Instead of letting them show.
If you don't expect things
You never get let down
I've learned that you can scream inside
Without making a sound.
I've learned pictures don't replace memories
You'll still wish you were there
And the one who said they always would
May suddenly just not care.
Among all of the bad things
I've learned that there's good too
And at every story's end
Is the start of something new.
So here's to all our yesterdays
And whatever tomorrow brings
Here's to all you've done for me
For giving me my wings.
You've changed my life in countless ways
You taught me how to fly
Now I'll do something for you
I'll turn and say goodbye.
I wish you luck in finding
Everything you're looking for
You're the strongest person I've ever met
My friend, my love and so much more.
I was blessed to have you in my life
Even if only for a while
Promise me that no matter what
You're always going to smile.
Know no matter what you do
You're always in my heart
That I'm only a phone call away
No matter how far we are apart.
Maybe someday we'll find each other
And start this love again
If not know I'll always love you
No matter how this ends.
Now it's time for us to smile
There's no reason to be sad
I'll always be grateful for you
You were the best I ever had.

Crying again.

I sent my heart away

          It

came

        back

in

      pieces

The realization comes to me gently—like knives

GULLIBLE

Drip—

Drip—

Drip—

Water falls from the faucets my eyes have become

I wear a mask with a smile carved in it

He.Walks.By.

The mask slips off and shatters on the floor as he disappears

I step on the fragments—

Letting the reality seep through me like blood on the ground

Forget. Move on. Heal.

A needle and thread appear in my hand

As I pick up my heart and begin to mend.

All I want to do right now
Is lay with you
Like we did last night.
My eyes closed, hand on your chest
Holding you as close as you can get
And fall asleep
In your arms.

Fly with me, fly away
To the brightness of my cave
Where we’ll sit, talk, and lay
And you will there be astray
Across an ocean and over seas
Where there are giant peas and the apples are the size of trees
Where the fairies travel from here to there
And the trolls breathe in the sweetly sour air
Where you can travel on a bird
And all your requests will be heard
Wishes will come true
And to know that it is only you
That flew across those sea and oceans blue
To be what you dreamed to be
And know that the have the key
To unlock the door to something unknown
And to find something you wished to own
Where there is an angel sound
Let me lift you off the ground
So come with me and come away
To the land of “Imagination Bay”




But is this place filled only with sugar plum ties
For I believe there must be lies
Not all can taste like candy
And be sunny, sandy, and dandy
What is the other side of the land
That only very few can stand
Where no one will hear your pleads for help
And where gnomes are eaten by elves
Where fear is like a forest fire
And all there are born liars
Who crave the dark and scary night
And the trees are even a fright
And there is no light
Where these monsters have life
Where there is a high-pitched sound of a fife through out the night
Where the things unheard of slip through their existence
And they still walk the distance
Not all things are crystal clear
And looks can be deceiving
While the dark creatures are grieving
I step out still breathing