sorry for my cutting presence
a darkened cloud of piercing shards
for these words stand to make a mark
I fight for girls and boys of a crimsoned heart
a mischievous rising that shakes and splinters
that comes down upon all of our calloused contenders
self proclaimed nights of armor
to which they could not stand any more wrong
oh how they pull and tug, weeding, deceiting us along
an enamored kiss that shined rose
cloaking all forehadowed, creeping woes
glittering flames that sparkled with lust
a now blistering conscious and presence of regretful musk
raise those silvery swords
because today crimsoned boys and girls
we enter a battle of heart forsaken war

I hope you feel like an *******
You salty *******
This tangled web of pain and deceit
to which you have stitched
A faltering rock so inept
For all of those emotions
or lack there of that you kept
Kept buried away
Or maybe dimensioned
Pain and deceit
to with you can never replenish
Remove your icy insidious hand
Cause you are just another *******
To which I can not stand

I think I'll lay here
protesting to be broken
next to the lies you used
to cut my heart wide open
a faltered spirit
a hollow shell
I sink down deep
submerged in this lonely hell
ignited with heat
the ashes crumble
with soft sorrows of protest
so lifelessly humble

to write a poem about you
the fleeting, unknown presence of you
a seeming hippie in flight
dislocated to these locked lands of 'might'
i might, i may
you are a presence of try and some day
a enforcer of push
and hitter of that beautiful, blossoming kush
you will bleed from these layered grasses of country sorrow
off to a greater and better tomorrow
rooted in a new proclaimed essence of you
those lands will wash and embed your coded hands of can do

i know this girl,
her name is Addison
beautiful,
mandarin
and each day i beg for
her hand again
i know this guy,
his name is Walter
his oh so sweet taste
do i falter
he is bold
he is bright
however we always end
in plight
but me and Walter
we can never take flight
much like this girl i know,
Meg
to whom i will beg
beg for serenity and peace
when me and her often meet

In the car
Ignition off
Rain pours hard
And the tears come soft
In the this moment
This deep moment of lost
I concentrate on the patters of rain
Their begging, pledging presence
The only thing keeping me sane
Because when their sweet sound drops
I'll be invaded by insidious moments of
Thought