my heart it cold
my skin is frosted
my eyes are ice
my mind is frost burnt

your love is my fire
                   defrost me
                      warm me up
i'm too cold
i'll die soon

i have too many empty spaces
       that can only be filled by you
             - my fingers
             - my bed
             - my arms
             - my head
             - my house
             - my heart
             - my love
             - my pain
             - my life
                                         you can
                                         fill the  g a p s

I love it when
A bright spark
Or a little idea
Pops into my weeny brain.

And for that
Brief
Short
Moment

I feel enlightened,
I feel inspired,
To piece that into
A pretty poem.

Alas,
The thoughts
The brilliant ideas
They go away,
Away from me.

I desperately reach out.
I'm so close,
But yet so far,
Unable to stop them,
I'm helpless again.

These bits and pieces,
These stories in my head,
They slip
Away.

They go
Out of my reach
Out of my mind
Out into the blank cold world unkind.

The things I know of you
     Deceit
     Disregard
     Disrespect
Your made up world
presented in a
pretty little package
pretended
     Charm
     Creativity
     Colors
Flamboyant like a male peacock
And now your soulful eyes
claiming to be
real and true
look into mine
no longer blind
     Soulless
     Stinging
     Singed
from the fumes
of your arson
As I stand in the ashes
accused  
although
all I did was
toss a dying ember
onto the ruins left behind
after all your fires

Your always quick to tell me to get down, eat the pavement and stay down, but when I need you your no where to be found

Where were you last night when those ******* ran up on my grass
Guns drawn wearing ski-masks

Your quick to stop me when you see a minor mistake
Telling me run in's with you must be my fate
I had to take it upon my self and educate

Now I know exactly what you can and can't do
I have a powerful person in my corner and you realized it soon as I handed their business card to you

Call an audible on your play
The next time you wanna drag me away ***** up my day and tell me what I can and can't say

Rethink your plan before you ******* this intelligent man

I know people that will chop you up and send you home in a box
For a couple hundred dollars new shoes and a pair of socks

Some are good, some are bad, but mostly you all just make me mad... So **** cops!