~
Oh listen, my desperate heart
At the young night Do not watch
Do not wish & do not start.
I'm powerless, injured & crucified—
Jittered, oft died & cried in yellow light.
Let not a thing be your wish
Don't wish for a thing
Don't.

~.                                          
Seriously
When it's said
  some words can haunt & pierce
deeper, sharper & more brutal than a blade
~the pallid blood flows 24/7 from your vein
    driving your mind to madness to pain.
~~
That cut, Gothic & red
   an open, hemorrhagic gate
never heals, never fades.
  And the pain
it will remain
  it will remain
~
Always
&
Forever
&
Permanently
.
~~

Fair, fair maiden ~
 apart from the herd you keep
Tho’ I’ve not heard your voice
 Still Thy love sings deep.

Fair, fair maiden ~
 apart from the herd you keep
I stand upon the edge of beauty
 But tremble on the steep.

A long long
 Cursed road winds upward
Lord forgive me!
 I dare not leap.

Fair fair maiden ~
 apart from the herd you keep
I know not
 if you know my name
But I do know yours
What a beautiful name!
Oh
Your precious
love & care are all I aim.

Fair, fair maiden ~
 apart from the herd you keep!
Tho’ I’ve not heard your voice
 Still Thy love sings deep.

Some things are too pure
human to pull into
the gutter of the mind.

He’d rather put a bullet
thru his temple
than undress her
with those filthy eyes.

some women
you drink with.
&
Some
you just die for.

Peace doesn’t always mean
something good.
I’ve seen different kinda peace
some are worse than wars.

I was young & free
when the clouds were young
as well
but I aged sooner.
They still float
while I fall
thruu time
Women,
Family,
Bills,
&
Lastly
Jobs?
(Maybe tomorrow…)

Day
by
day…

I barely remember
what it felt like
to fly.

Oh clouds & I

Life yea
it’s beautiful
wow & I’d hate
to crack it open
just to feed
someone’s curiosity

what a beautiful
wreckage

(or)
what a beautiful
weight

~~
what a beautiful
Life.

The wolves pursue in starving packs,
Their howls a hymn to midnight’s mark.
But I have learned the art of flight,
To guard my small, defiant spark.

I stumble into serpents’ coils,
Their venom laced in silken art.
They hiss, they weave, they pierce with lies—
Yet cannot touch my steadfast heart.

Invisible handshake
& a red rose
are like a white cloud
floating in ecstasy
in a wide pillowed infinite sky.

Sometimes raining
sometimes chased
by a summer sun.

~~