I remember your kiss As it pierced my body Like the surgeons dull syringe Jabbed deep in my vein Injecting its containments in me And chilling me to my very core Like the medicine in my blood
Your kiss spread through me Like a wildfire scorches earth Burning out all the good in me Numbing me to my bones A smile put on my face As i spiral into the dark Lost in the nothingness Not sure i am alive at all In an instant In an eternity Light returns to my world My eyes flicker open My body hurt and cold Something was taken from me My mind still groggy Tries to think it out
In shame, I walk the edge of the land upon wet sand; My missteps and blunders drowning in salty brine. On a boat named Denial, my secret sets sail Somewhere between Misery and Sorry City I may have killed a man, a man once loved by me.
I prowled the night through brothels and slums; Auditioning wicked thoughts I wouldn't condone Dressed in my addictions to things I couldn't defeat While concealing the truth beneath a black coat of deceit And always satisfying today's debt with tomorrow's loan
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Under the stars, shadows of night, There was lit a bright candle light. Its shine, so pure and so bright, Alone fought the darkness, Away sent the fright.
At first it went easy, It all went soo well. For much longer it will burn. Everyone could easily tell.
A while its been, since birth of flame, Nights have passed, new shadow came, Still it stands tall, in deepest night, Burning hope, the candles light.
As sun went down, the fire rose, To fight anew with its old foes. It all went on for so so long, The candle weakened, The night still strong. Many saw the hopeful light, But now its will, nor scars, nor fight. All they knew, there view was ill, Candle did keep burning, But its wounds did not heal.
It still goes on, after all that time, Our warrior of hope and light, Now stands bent and broken, Illuminating his final night.
Beneath the woven moonlight And the glistening lapidary against the sapphire eve Like ice-flakes on a dark hood For as great as my nearsighted eyes can see
With a cigarette in the driveway And the feathers of those clouds falling down My breath and the smoke runs away with the zephyr And I’m alone again in this pretty how town
Without a sound Waiting for you to come back around Without a glance for the ground Waiting for you to come back
Like the farmers wait for their flax Or the women tend to the millions of moths That sound like rain on the roofs Or that sound like the crackling of my cigarette burning Breaking the silence beneath the woven cocoon Light of the white philtrum moon