Listening to the clock on the wall
while memories **** my mind
sending chills across my barbwire
scars

Mocking echos hit the wall of
distaste while feasting still
takes place

Hate is less than here...
it's more about a life wasted
on midnight dreams soaking
on a **** filled bed

A tight grasp around the
the old hags neck keeps
the control in place
...while the gnawing on fingers
chokes the swallow

Conjuring up old shadows
on *** spilled walls
becomes a solo puppet show

Shallow breaths mask
excess flame
While chasing time~

Is it possible to move through the ache of a broken heart that has pumped sand for so many years?
Every time I feel a surge of emotion rise I choke it out from so many hateful memories.

I didn’t want to ever be this person. Jaded, angry, bitter.  Sad from a place that can’t be pinpointed because it moves swiftly through me hiding in each of my vulnerable spaces.
  
I can’t hate the man any more than I hate myself.  It took two but I so wish I could have made out that price tag.

I teach people every day to love themselves.  Ironic isn’t it?
  
In silence I write this…in silence I will die.

Feral love was born in the beating
of his heart against hers
time stood still as moments were stolen
...never to be returned

Formations of energy ripped at the lovers
tearing them apart and leaving sharp edges
that seemed to pierce the soul of all who got near
...tattered and torn, with chin to chest

Madness attached to her every thought
forming cob webs of unnatural reality
voices scream in codes while her eyes rolled
...her silence fades into internal screams

Maiden flowers that bloomed were cast aside
in a pile of past waste, repeated by a weak
tattered soul
...painfully aware of the stench

From that day forward
you'd see her smiling while her lips
moved in whispers...answering her minds chaos
...forever drifting between here, and there

A flower anyone? From a maiden fair?
She laughs...sliding into the water
to just breathe...to just breathe

Sanctuary~

Termites infested her new age aura
taking the cross around her neck
into their mouths leaving nothing
but dust behind

Sacrifice was given on the basis
of who gives a ****

Being ****** to death in this
day and age is so different from
that one life...you know the one

Burning from the inside out
with seared soul on flesh

Seeking alternate pathways
didn't come with a 30 day
warranty or your money back guarantee

Feral thoughts wander aimlessly
unnoticed by any

The gift was seeing and still not believing
trusting nothing and yet everything
jumping over piles of **** but slipping on tears

Down for the count
and it still doesn't add up
to many fingers and toes to count

Then death again
so what...
Sage that *****

Ego was stripped from skin
in layers until the trail of tears
was no longer visible to the blind
eye

Monks chant in the distance
as souls dance to the melancholy;
strength of the limb is tested
...wearing Sunday's best

Frayed rope is placed on ivory
rough against the delicate truth
only to be choked before it could be heard

Lover be ******; pained eyes meet
the noose being tightened by hands
that once cupped the breast of the Mother
...betrayal found in man's milk

Foundation is kicked away in one swift
motion; crushing the pathway of life
swaying with eyes wide open

Ego killed the delicate that day
a day of broken promises; dreams
forever became a lie, the lie truth

Delicate is still here in the shadows
swaying between trees in an eternal
dance in Sunday's dress
...waiting for the neck to fully break

Haunting Ego's chance~

Saints bow to the hell that rides inside her veins
sinking teeth deep within white weak flesh
licking the coma from lifeless blank eyes

Dying to consume the succulent
his **** gets hard...while ***** fill
with ache and memory

Sip from the lava of Kali
wet your mouth while drinking her in
and you will never thirst again

All she wants is for you to spread her legs
force her hips up and ****** hard into her secrets
****** hair in hand while the smell of blood and sweat fills the air

Wet ******* glisten...
teasing you, tempting you
begging for release of that warm seed
fantom touch

...She walks on fire just for you
could you throw the ***** some water~

There is this memory of you and I...a time when all we did was graced...all  that was said was gold and all we felt was the blood of the earth and the sky pumping through our veins
... Simply meant to be  
  
Now the lines are blurred like the ripples in the water.  I can't see clearly anymore I can't see the defined lines.   I don't know the rules and I'm tired.   I want to know your love and I wish that you could want it as much as I do
But the blood of the earth ran dry and the sky is covered in grey.  
... simple rantings of the forlorn  
  
Time has stolen the youth on my face. It is taken away moments that can't be recaptured. They say hope will heal that.   I'd like to believe that hope still existed, that there is a higher purpose to be found in these moments of solitude and void. I want to believe... so very bad .
...simply my belief lands on you  
  
Sadness is irrrelevant here. The madness of letting go of the wants and needs of the mind and the heart... leaves me in shallow water  wandering constantly.  It's the memories and dreams that  make me sad. Thats what takes me into that dark night of the soul where I question everything.  
... simple renderings  
  
Ankle deep in shallow water... blurred, ripples with each  movement...  I doubt if I could drown here even though they say it only takes a teaspoon of water.
  
Where I feel my air getting cut off from my body is in the moments when I think of our future...the one we can't have because it's been blocked by fear.

How foolish can two people be to let go of those kind of dreams? Maybe we're just the kind of people that like to feel pain, that like to drown in sadness while pretending...that we're all ok.
...simply it's not ok
  
So today we turn another blank page...while the pen has run dry. The words of all been spoken... so the heart and the voice have fallen asleep...shh