StruggleWhy is my heart so filled with sin?Why must I struggle with this filth within.Save me Lord from myselfAnd show me how to love.
Sleep TightIt's a bright night.I might write about:Thoughts of a fight!Then a flight from spite...Don't bite.. You're too uptight.But don't delight in your plight.It's not right to skite.What a sorry sight.Gotta reach quite a height.I'm not quite uprightOn this bright night.Sleep tight.Sorry sight.
FatigueI have had enough ofThis bitter drink.Too tired to think.
Sinful WorldA broken man, shattered by his lover.Fallen tears splash in the gutter.I am sickened by this sinful world.Why do people have to hurt one another?
Another Day - Another NightWhy do I sit at the computer all dayWhiling weary hours away?I think the nights must know me well,Hoping for something to cheer my soulI fear the sleep that steals my timeAnd while away another day.
The SpectatorFrustration finds itself in you.And if you weren\'t such a favoured friend,I may have never bothered.But since your friendship means so muchI will throw myself into the depths of despair,And leave with down-turned face,The notion of a friend behind,Who shared my weekends kickingA ball around a park.I hope that we will long remain friends,And with that hope I lift myself from the depths,To enjoy your company as you freely give it,And set my sights on the game.
Butterflies of Your LoveA torrent of soft wings floodover my closed eyes,as I see myself from the outside,dreaming of you.Butterflies (a million shades of white)caress my faceand flow around melikeyour love.
Silence haikuano hito desu.shizuka ni narimasu.utsukushii desune.
I drownI too fight against the tide.As I am pulled backand forwardI hopeThis torment makes meWiser not weaker.And as we pass the breakersI find it ever more difficultto swim ashore.I feel guilt, like a weight,pulling me underAs I drown in your emocean.
stitching blitzkrieg.on the hem of my lips,i find your hardware’sshadow needling endorphinson the palate of my tongueand like these seattle storms,this romanticism comesin spurts and i ambut a failed promise.i am not constantlike emerald city torrents;i am an unwilling motherto mist’s sonbefore it growsinto a tsunamiand i’m warning you,you are not the thingthat will be floodedtill your veinsrun greyand your sclerafloods blue,but it will be me.and you will bethe collateral damagethat is leftin sodden ruins,as your throat plays oceansfor my exoneration.this was alwaysthe preludeto outros unsung.
THE WAXING MOONA waxing moon does shine its lightUpon a meadow greenTonight it be a witching nightThe likes that none have seen.O yes that waxing moon does shineUpon the grass and treesThe mist, it has the taste of brineWhat mysteries we've yet to see.There is magic in the waxing moonUnicorns they come to feedShouting laughter from the LoonHere be no ill will, nor greed.The waxing moon illuminatesAs their be fairy folk upon the knollWith a festive atmosphere createsA warming heart to any soul.A waxing moon does shine its lightUpon that meadow greenThe day now takes away the nightAnd steals away those things unseen…
this is why we struggle to sleepshe germinates,pale bud breakingthe eastern ground,silver petals peelingback the dark skywe flick up switches,windows reflecting bright screensas she wilts into the west.
leaving me bethere are cobwebshanging in my headbut i can't bring myselfto take them down becausesomeone thought my mindwas good enough a placeto build a home.
pantomiming conversationblackbirds huddle tails and talonsaround a snow-heaped dumpster hangouthaggling the price of tomorrow's mealin squawks, bobs, and scrapsregurgitating last week's rotting newsand last night's burnt spaghettiI imagine them human,tall and proud in ruffled, rumpled suits,feathers greased sleek in topknots--beaks painted bright in pantomime
Of Fairy Rings And ThisYou always wear a mask,grinning, charming, and daring.I hide inside my shell,small, frail, and shy.We steal a glance as the other passes by,all blushes and butterflies,but we only touchfrom each our own side of the glass,clear and cold and calculating,glass that cuts both ways from this,along our wristsand leaves scarswhere kisses should have been.You bask in the naked glory of personae,all flash and legendary smile.I hide under cover of dark,and while away the hours, no one the wiser.And sometimes we meet in the fissures,fractures between here and there,and share tidbits and intimacy,the likes of which unseen by any,save here, in this place, wherewe feed each other crumbsand dine on hidden delights unspoken of in song,and sometimes, even now,I smile up from the luxury of your welcome lap,to bandage fingertips, caught between the gaps.
Accepting My BodyMy body is a temple and you cannot enter.It is made to be worshiped, not used,So bow like it's an alter."Am I free tonight?" No, I'm too expensive to buy.And while this might sound arrogant,Think I'm conceited?, Just know you're not the only one I will deny.My ego is not huge, in fact, it's just right.Just big enough for me to see I don't owe you shit,So take that to your fight.But if you truly are curious, let me explain:I'm just accepting me, as I am, I'm cutting through this ball and chain.I can finally see myself as I am.I can finally look in that mirror and go, "Damn!"I am beautiful in my weird eyes,That turn from grass to gold to Indian skies.I am beautiful in my brown hair,That never fails to flip when I'm trying for flair.I am beautiful in my white skin,That darkens in a blush as my lips stretch into a grin.Speaking of that, I love my lipsThey speak soft words of tender love or harsh insults that crack like a whip.I love my hands, which are ever
Frozen CloudsSnowflakes fall as dropsThrough fangs of ice blades,With a stare that chopsCourage and its shades.Tough, under the worstOf all that's around;Yet, in tears--could burstWhen its dears lose sound.A snow wolf fellowBy enemies--feared.For its cold bellowFreezes who interfered,To steal its precious gemWhich takes place inside,A heart in condemnOut of death, it's dried.
unquietus"you never rang,"he quarantinely sang,simple as a dull breezeor a fact dismayed."at maximum, you thuddedlike the pads of your feeton the concrete as youhastily retreated.""you took my breath,"she despairingly leapt,quick like glancesat the tables of lovers."how could ihave intoned different,all my existence set freeby your violence persistent?"
To my friendShe's alway's there when I am sad,In times of need when things are bad.She smiles with me when I am glad andTempers me when I am mad.Ever gentle; sheRemains - the best friend I have ever had.