I am ***
inadmissibly slapped too many times
bruised and shapely underneath my jeans
moving with defening sound waves
I have grown tired of your exploitations

Let love be our anchor
Take safety in its refuge
Let it protect you when waters are rough and help is few
Hold onto it
Our lone  lifeline
It keeps us ashore,floating above the deep beneath
And with this bond-the promise I make I will solemnly keep
I promise a peaceful tide
Drowning will be but a myth
But most of all I promise that as long as you are anchored in love
I will hold you above the rough waters and the defening sea for if you are anchored in love
You are anchored in me

Sun showers, as it shines, the rain pours

As if the beating sun cries for all it has scorched throughout the day
As if this small show of cooling is its atonement for the damaged cracked skin across your shoulders
The cooling water slides down your back, leaving a trail of humidity in its path
The guilt it feels suffocates you with the moisture in the air swirling with the defening heat like a blanket wrapped around your throat
You claw your face
But its inside you, seeping in you, seeking your sanity
It whispers why is it my fault, all I do is work every day, shining on the planet, creating life, you know without me you wouldn't have ever been born, I gave you life
And you know it's true but it doesn't quell the fact your body is red, peeling, in agony from its intensity,

But it whispers its only for a season... for it will get cold and how you will kiss the ground hoping for those warm rays...

In the streets the cars do boom, like defening thunder in a room.
Hollerd to the night so clear, come and see and you shall hear!
The sounding of terrific bells,and in the city peoples tell,
that the daylight is good and bright...oh, if only... WHAT A SIGHT!

All her shattered faces
Scatter the darkened floor
Her scent lingers in the evening breeze,
Dancing with the open door.

She used to fill my heart whole
With marrow of life unending,
But as I hear love's bell's defening toll
My heart is left unmending.

Now left only with an empty core,
(Oh God, how I hate this dying heart!)
Your broken sighs don't call me anymore
As these strands of life begin to part.

Chasing a sound
that may never be found
A defening silence
drives us to violence