She sabotaged the dance in the glass ballroom

I wobbled

She exterminated the jitters in the broken conversation

I trembled

She annihilated the echoes of magnetic attraction

I shook

She extinguished the blaze and tremors

I weakened

She damaged our fragile daydream

I froze

She obliterated and paralyzed our cemented love

I stumbled

She shattered our eternal promises

I cried

She abolished the state of confusion

I suffered

She consumed my beliefs and spit on the blood in my veins

I staggered

She smashed my sympathy and disposition with her concrete words

I spiraled

I flatlined with the axe cutting through my tarnished soul at midnight

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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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

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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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

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

Lying in narcosis

Descending in narcissism

brushing up against controversy

Collapsing into the static

Toppling onto the obsolete scenes

Squabbling over a chalice of ethics

Between the upside down convictions

and the cone shaped postulates

The marrow of my identity cringes

Glaring at the nervous complexion

A temperament slowly dividing

Daydreams sorrowing in the cloverleaf

Like a sunburn in the desert

skin bright as copper

Peeling the layer of desensitized

anger off with bitter teeth

Lackluster consideration

Wrapped around her centered self

No longer grasping of love

Magenta saliva dripping off

his jaded and reckless tongue

Calm like a silent bomb

Ripped off exasperation

Provoking frustrations

Boiling animosity and tantrums

Scratched and irritated affection

Pecks and lifeless cold shoulders

Struggling to confine the stew

Outraged by the stillness

A piece of mind is endlessly shaking

You are a hidden mask

You are a contradiction with high regard

You are a picture without a frame

You are a weed in the garden

You are a chameleon in camouflage

You are a longwinded book without a cover

You are a fat lip with a lisp

You are a spider in the basements’ web

You are a leach in the morning

You are a branch that broke off the tree

Excuse me for the agony
Excuse me for releasing the red balloon
Excuse me for savoring the seconds
Excuse me for the painted torture

And the plague escalates

Excuse me for the false love
Excuse me for the disguised ignorance
Excuse me for gripping the treasures
Excuse me for giving all of myself

And the plague spasms

Excuse me for craving substance
Excuse me for aching depth
Excuse me for feeling layers
Excuse me for the strain

And the plague decimates me

Excuse me for suppressing oppression
Excuse me for silencing cruelty
Excuse me for breaking me
Excuse me for shutting down

And the plague ruins my insides