Sentiments drifting in a box
Grappling with drops of emptiness
Reflections of glee captured
A gem restoring faith and hope
Polishing off the elegant rust
Refined and forever blooming
Treasuring the memoirs
A jewel gleaming in the dark
Unnoticed but yet unblemished
Speckless on the inside
Crystal vase held by miraculous hands
A ornament made up of untarnished pearls
Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana
I paid a subscription to your diary
I paid a fee to have a piece of your heart
I paid the gatekeeper to find the key
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the politicians to write a book of lies
I paid the servants to disservice the king
I paid the sinners to sell their crimes
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the witnesses to run away
I paid the fortune teller to paint a picture
I paid the artist to forecast golden dreams
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the hunter to kill the enemy
I paid the invader to seek out the truth
I paid the villain to stab me with fears
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
Skating on a thin transgression
Meandering on a wide back road
Falling through a tangled excursion
Uneven and disarranged chaos
Deflecting the indifference
Lightheaded from my shortcomings
Crawling in my untouched exploitations
Juggling white shadows and black light
Washing away the birthmark
Recognizing the drawbacks and faults
Tainted in your burnt eyes
Bleeding drops of anger in my own
Crawled inside your minutia
Fumbling around like loose change
Boggled and mangled in a jar of deceit
Held by your trembling hands
Errors dripping like candle wax
Wide stains of fear cradled
Mishandled affection is a hangnail
Dipping innocence in spoiled paragraphs
Words thrown like sharp razors
Ripping skin while bathing in apathy
Discrediting and botched up
Miscalculating the rationalism
Dividing and conquering the weak
Ruining and driving names in the mud
Clutching onto the poison of the villain
Tiptoing around the matter
A pale face turns to be revolting
Choking on your lethal audacity
Like a black wolf in disguised
Witnessing you gulping corruption like vodka
Intoxicated by your brutality
Shaking my silence from side to side
Falling in your art of destruction
Constantly drunk from your vibrating sins
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Life is full of fast twists and slow turns
Life is full of unwritten expiration dates
Life is full of stages that blend together
Life is full of doors that open and close
Life is full of endings and beginnings
Life is full of mistakes and lessons
Life is full of blessings in disguise
Life is full of dreams and nightmares
Life is full of shades and sparks of reality
Life is full of diamonds in the rough
Life is full of unfounded treasures
Life is full of tears of joy and sorrow
Life is full of memories that we create
Life is full of wishes and memories that we had hope to make
Somewhere east along Highway 37
A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy
The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone
Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs
And tearful phone conversations
Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled
Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night
The ancient bricks lure the demented and sick
Vultures eying through the windows
Black and blue clouds crying endlessly
Wooden floors feeling troubled feet
Surrounded by ravens and blackbirds
Five miles east of the bloodhound river
She threw her suitcase on the queen
Predictably it flew wide open
The latches never held right, just like her heart
Two changes of clothing to cover her bruises
He’ll never touch her again but
Wrinkled clothing and a wad of cash
Don’t heal scarred faces
The letter “E” is barely visible in the sign
Voices humming a overture in the cellar
Last names engraved on walls by spirits
Doorknobs hanging by three threaded bolts
Driveway gravel is black as night
Welcome mat covered in red ants
He stares into the chipped mirror
Five o’clock shadow daily dulls razor blades
Just like the rings that dull his once bright eyes
The phone bill shows her increasing texts
Every time he travels to pay for her wants
More hours, more money, more fancy things
Less of him with less of her, he looks away
Dark stories unfolding in the rooms
Sheets covered in lies and betrayal
Cigarette smoke stirring up shadows
Tiny cracks in every bathroom’s mirror
Brown mustard dripping from faucets
Stained tears found in the corners of closets
She hears voices not her own
Listens every day upon a rented bed
One weekend she opened her eyes
Bloody hands and a very dull knife beside her
Finally a quiet clean house
Ever since then she lives with a smile
Mama taught her little girl don’t take no shit
Storytellers, dreamers, and howlers visit
Intending to sleep but fall in the depths
Replaying memories of the past
Cynics and liars raise a toast at the bar
Tipping the bartender bullets instead of dollars
Quarrels served at the table tops
He loosens a tie used as a tourniquet
Money well spent on the tricks of a whore
Last Friday he played two gigs stacked
Brain damage found in riding a white horse
Picks up his guitar and hums a few chords
Remembers the eyes of a lover
It’s another night, another hotel, another road
A neon sign flashes vacancy nonstop
Full of headaches, screams, and lost souls
Built on a cemetery of the Crowe family
Generations of terror between 6am and midnight
Sleep is just a word inside these haunted walls
Stories never die…
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1/16 inch thin layers
Appealing to the saliva of the dogs
Overrated and shallow interiors
Claiming to be a superior
A rancid exterior to animals
Gritting my frustrated teeth
Recognizing a frivolous mind
Intellectually inept and blank
A lost Aardvark in the desert
Shutting you off like a valve
Lacking the ability to digest
Mad at myself for allowing you in
A crawling fool on the inside
Seeking depth and connection
Seeing an overhyped individual
“O hell, what do mine eyes
with grief behold?”
Working with an old
Singlejack miner, who can sense
The vein and cleavage
In the very guts of rock, can
Blast granite, build
Switchbacks that last for years
Under the beat of snow, thaw, mule-hooves.
What use, Milton, a silly story
Of our lost general parents,
eaters of fruit?
The Indian, the chainsaw boy,
And a string of six mules
Came riding down to camp
Hungry for tomatoes and green apples.
Sleeping in saddle-blankets
Under a bright night-sky
Han River slantwise by morning.
Jays squall
Coffee boils
In ten thousand years the Sierras
Will be dry and dead, home of the scorpion.
Ice-scratched slabs and bent trees.
No paradise, no fall,
Only the weathering land
The wheeling sky,
Man, with his Satan
Scouring the chaos of the mind.
Oh Hell!
Fire down
Too dark to read, miles from a road
The bell-mare clangs in the meadow
That packed dirt for a fill-in
Scrambling through loose rocks
On an old trail
All of a summer’s day.
Kiss me until we see the dark
Stand in the showering limelight
Seal your vow in the music box
Recite your lyrics softly in my ear
Sing me a song of devotion
Hum to me in your hushed tone
Dress me in your secret message
Hesitate your seductive murmurs
Swallow your sighs and hints
Mumble your satire in your birthday suit
Leave me your pamphlet of ridicule
Staring at your cynicism and bitterness
Remove the jaw jacking banter
Make love to me like the rancid dog
Deliver me one honest sentence
Walk away like the black widow
Like a caterpillar in the midnight rain
Crawling through the hollow misery
Love departed in the chilling seams
Disappearing sentiments shriek
A Rendezvous slipping away in palms
Astonished by the copper leaves flying
Lakes drying up from the emptiness
Broken prayers misguided by the glare
Compromises thrown like pounds of dirt
Discomfort stuck in the tendons
Our love trembles and yowls
Agony settling like trampled dust
Gasping on the soaring affliction
heartache submerged in soot and spit
A romance ripped at the fingertips
Surrounded by the scalding temperatures
Violent cramps pricking rhythmically
Thickening torture runs down my throat
Weeping madly and in confusion
Seeking deadly faults within the glass
An illness dispersed in coarse veins
Our love shivers and screams
Clarity is a dark cloud dangling
in my sunken and insomniac eyes
Jumbled up words scribbled in my mind
Walking like a tormented disorder
Gripping on to the petals with my palm
Forever embroidered within my sleeves
Dropping it below my tattered knees
Falling to the distorted earth
Gazing up at the swollen apricot sky
Tears flooded like a waterfall
Our love bleeds and pulsates
Shadows of the gravestone widen
A fortress of preciousness clamped
Clutching adoration and admiration
Seeking answers from a growl
Tasting chunks of sorrow
Drinking melancholy from a flask
Elsewhere and gone in my pockets
A nickel has more value than my identity
Bitten by never ending and lasting scars
Latching onto oppression and misfortune
Our love flinches and grovels
Questioning faith and man made religion
Cursing like a drunken sailor
Angry at the curved roads without signs
Cut hands raised in the fickle air
A flight of exasperation lingers
Waking up from vexation in my stomach
Anxiety and headaches twinkle like stars
Burden worn like an army jacket
Distress sinking in my teeth
Anguish and inward sketches touch
Our love is seeking answers in the mist of our hands
Hunks of rubbish
Scattered bottle caps
Lumps of fast food containers
Dried up cheese stuck to a
week old pizza box
Sour milk and pickle juice
creating a horrid lake
Spread out diseases disperse
like ants and centipedes
Horrifying stenches linger
Ashes expanding miles and miles
Mountains of a monstrosity
Lingering funk travels like a turtle
Baking and sizzling in the sun
Like a junkyard in the desert
Rusty carburetors and mixed bolts
Tossed out old relationships like
last years self absorbed garbage
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I could easily fall
for the moon in your twinkling eyes
I could easily fall
for your precious skin
I could easily fall
for your soothing heavenly voice
I could easily fall
for the stars above your head
I could easily fall
for your gentle and warm touch
I could easily fall
for the sweetness on your lips
I could easily fall
for the world held in your palm
I could easily fall
for your charm and wit
I could easily fall
for your enticing sigh
I could easily fall
into your delicate universe
Love my blackened scars
Love my lopsided flaws
Love my fatal quirks
Love my enigmatic perception
Love my complicated essence
Love my simple comforter
Love my undying will
Love my quivering fears
Love my shadow’s tears
Love my effervescent soul
Love my conflicted backbone
Love my distinctive complexion
Love my colors of my being
She dwelled in the chair of the copycat
She fell into a whirl of mischievousness
Rotating around the word swipe
She watched the clock tick in exile
She twisted herself between lies and truth
Revolving around the word heist
She was smoldering among the thieves
She lost respect when she stole phrases
Spinning around the word hijacked
She viciously borrowed invincible words
She stood in the shadows of peace
Circling around the word embezzled
She wore an invisible crown of deceit
She vanished when others pointed fingers
On the other side of the sphere with crooks
Staring at your vivid portrait
Awestruck and floating butterflies
soaring in my stomach
Tingling sensations in my bones
Enamored with your animated spirit
Full of zest and enthusiasm
A wondrous and gentle endearment
Voluptuous from head to toe
Captivating to the delicate core
Amazed by your enticing hurricane
Hot blooded and seductive
Drawn to your language and accent
Gorgeous makes me crazy
Promenading around the vintage square
Marching up and down like a soldier
Preserving the gloomy kingdom
The absolute and dreary monarch
Glancing up at the gnarling sultan
Toying with the saddened jesters
As they stare out the tear jerking windows
Mimes crawling outside the gates
in front of the gory and sopping river
Stumbling citizens speak like dragons
Clans of violence raid innocent homes
Barking dogs howling at the dying moon
Chopped off heads laying in ditches
Limbs shambling to the sunrise
A division between absurdity and insanity
Born in the thick of Chardonnay
Sweetness is just a flavor in a fifty mile radius
Dingy peasants begging for a light instead of bread
Inhaling the essence of bloodstains
Waking up in a bath of blush
Stuck in misery and fallen pieces
Like a dream shivering in maroon
Caves of turmoil splatter illness
An unknown species walks in the dark
Spewing words like tall weeds
Cutting through rocks with a monotone voice
Using only four syllable words
Monsters tall as skyscrapers touching
the tip of cerulean clouds
Gripping winds with hands as large as boulders
Roaming wicked jungles and grudged mountains
Over twenty thousand characters gliding on soiled clay
Surrounded by a lightning cage
Seeking a path to return their lost world
Unknown to how they arrived in Herston
Swamped in a fluorescent obstruction
Cornered in a sea of obscure glass
Dismayed by the faint watercolors in your pupils
Stunned from the 3:30am neon ablaze
Unwavering sounds of turbulent engines
Nervousness wedged between affection and tenderness
Marveled by the touch of your scorched hands
A rendezvous of an ancient wizard and a reborn artist
Playing with altercations and differences
Gasoline wasted like the dissention in the atmosphere
Barely tantalized by your curvature
Flexing the irony and wisecracks
Mocking jolted decisions and pointing out undersized flaws
Irrational sentences dispersed like trash on a uncut lawn
Ignoring her dyslexic and child like tongue
Once in love with the snakebite and tortuous virus
Abandoning a run down jalopy on the side of the road
On the left of me charades drift
Grandiosity shrinks in a bubble
On the right of me a cliffhanger wobbles
Sick brain twisters entwine
Like a stickler stuck in honey
Mysteries fumbling in the peak hours of the night
Reciting the sixty four thousand dollar question
Disguised by a painted enigma
Lost in a foolish pseudonym
Wearing a gray pompous suit
Insincerity rippling in my veins
A glass image shimmering in your web
Sleeping next to a facade
Making out with tossed to the curb excuses
Complexity and complication is a mixed drink
Tangled up in a maze
