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I let it slip through my fingers. For wont of frustration and sadness, I threatened to relax my grip And ease the pressure crushing my carpals. The arthritic pain subsided And I sighed of exctasy to feel Warm blood thawing my frigid veins Bringing life anew to a withered hand That once shook to stroke black hair. It was so smooth and so supple I let it slip through my fingers. My newfound divinity unclenched my fist And calmed the troubled tremors, Even as my memory faded away. The reality I once engrossed within Dissipated into a golden myth Spoken of in reverence. I carried on in a manner of health Mental and physical Nev

It's an addiction A downright affliction That burns me up inside. The well runs dry Under blistering skies And my mouth is parched. Sand blows in my face Memories erased Of all that was true. Dirt grits in my teeth A thorned Jesus wreath Wrapped about my head. The pain is unmatched The surface but scratched As to my torment. Skin cut up silk Tears soured milk I don the nightly cowl. Bones brittle clay Blood slow decay I'm shattering inside. Topples and falls Busting my walls Something's pushing in. Collapse out of breath Face final death At the hand of myself. I do this to me I refuse to see I will not listen to y

Neon signs glare ghostly in the mist Lazy fog settles at the ankles While oppressive clamour of nightclubs Ladens the crisp air with cacophony. Street lights bathe unfeeling cement below Rivulets of drainage weave to sewer grates Echoing a minute waterfall drowned out By rushing sportscars tearing up the road. The Rack is alive with activity Human and inhuman dramas unfolding Under a skyline moon protective of its breed. Grandma turns uncomfortably in her slumber Dreaming of leather jackets and bicycle chains. The faint of heart do not survive here Where steel girders scaffold vacant lots of Rusted cars piled high in scrapyards

You take from me breath of life.  You cut so deep I bleed by knife.  So unto you I lay my strife. Sick by mind and sick by soul, your heart is black as deepest coal.  To be free from you, that is my goal. I flee by night into the light.  Why should I put up a fight, when leaving you feels oh so right? Anger and hate, hear my cries.  I wish for naught but your demise, for it is you that I despise. End it now so I may leave.  Free your hold so I can breathe.  Apart from you I will achieve. Until that time, 'tis you I hate.  For you're the one who locks the gate.  To be chained to you, is that my fate? This love of ours, it is a lie.  I se

I was simply minding my own business Laughing, drinking, having a good time When my eyes struck her And I stopped laughing. My heart pushed into my chest My hand dropped from the glass Numb at what I saw a few feet away. She was you, five years down the line. Silken black raven hair Full body, alluring eyes, sweet smile And she drove my mind to think Picturing you there Standing in her shoes Smiling with her lips. The crowd around meant nothing anymore I simply could not bring myself to look away I stared for minutes, feeling what I have only felt For you. Memories flooded through me, both painful and joyful Urging me to to

I can see the world In all shades and hues Spinning visions Panoramic and grand Deep and serious Forming, fading, focused Inside my mind. The easel is surreal And perfect. Never has orange, purple or green Been so displayed as it is now. My thoughts capture the pure essence Of every scene that finds its way Briskly to the fore of my consciousness. Whispers and song Resound in my ears Despite surrounding silence. Ghostly echoes so serene Any beat, any rhythm Plays itself out in my mind. Melodies wrought from finest steel Singing gold and a chorus of silver Laces my being with graceful music. Lulling me to sleep Or wakin

Stop and think Just for a moment, No longer, About who I am. Don't think too much. Just long enough To feel that fleeting sensation Of what I am. In that split second You should experience Joy, sadness, pain Love, tenderness, disdain And a gentle hand A warm embrace Comforting you. The emotion is complex And utterly satisfying. Think of all I do for you All I have done All I will do For you. Feel it and immerse yourself. Let that caring love Sink in And invade your soul. Hold it there For a split second And release it. If all is true As it should be That feeling will stay. As long as I'm alive That feeling will

A stable boy Is all I have ever been And all I have ever known. I stack the hay I feed the trough I groom the horses I sift through dung. I live a simple life. At least, I used to. When I saw the princess Stride in on her ivory steed I was in rapture. I blinked once Twice Three times And opened my eyes to the world. She was no dream Concocted in the recesses of My imagination. She was real. Flesh and blood. She dismounted Onto the same ground Upon which I have trodden For all my life. She was the same as I. Or so it seemed. It was then I saw Her raven hair, So straight and perfect; Her face, So clean and smooth;

Your red eyes drip ivory tears Muffled sobs and shaking shoulders Make my victory sweeter. Do you hurt as I have? Cry with all your might Let it all out Loosen your emotional bonds Unshackle those wounded feelings And make me smile Sinister and fulfilling To know At last You are undergoing my pain. See what you did to me? It all came back to you Blew up in your face Your childish games Teasing, flirting, laughing Why won't you laugh now? I am For I can now mock you Gloat over my triumphant siege Sneer in your creased face And revel in the backlash. How does it feel? Good for me, my prescious Damn good. But your head

Worldly visions of hurt and of rust Care and love and hope turn to dust. Everything's black to these ill, hollow eyes That have witnessed the extent of all Mercy's lies Her promises, gifts, caresses and prayers. If the truth's to be known: nobody cares. Widen the crack Deepen the hole Pile it on Burden my soul Dirt in the mouth It tastes good to me Wallowing wretch Divine misery I've tried to cope with these changing times; The anguish, the rape, the murder and crimes. But it does me no good to wish well and hope For the guilt doesn't come off with water or soap. I'm dead to the world, yet a part of it all I can't help it h