Indecisions hide like bats in the echoes of the cave
Uncertainty sips from the acidic river
Vinegar seeping between the crushed bones and sharp nerves
Isolation and desolation are thumbs ripped from each hand
And the rattle lingers in the corner of the ear drum

Dismay is tucked away behind a faded curtain
Flaws stick to me like starving fleas
Substance is the saliva dripping from the piranha’s teeth
The equilibrium inside me wakes up the storm
And the rattle parades in a rhythm that disturbs the haze

Symptoms of a nontransparent disease spread
Inside the soliloquy the cage embraces the thunder
Murmurs and grumbles tremble with fright
Theology and myths walking in unison
And the rattle pounds like a headache

Butchered insults and splinters drive three inches through my anger
Crude laughs and vicious skies open up pouring sadness
Exasperation drags my eyelids through the dirt
Sorrow is a creek that I cleanse the silence
And the rattle pierces my aching skin

And I lay here with the rattle in the cage soothing the emptiness

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

Blade like teeth sparkle

Drooling a sinister circus

Vomiting chunks of truth

After inhaling gobs of deceit

Staring at shattered mirrors

stepping into chards of identity

Cutting into a split personality

A minor loss of hearing

Slick black Dracula like hair

Hanging his spirit like a bat

in a tortuous dying cave

As he plays a lullaby backwards

Hands quickly shrivel

Silent eyebrows howl

Character is a slow death

Slithering up Blackout Hill

Decorated vines wrap around my palm

blades fall like rain drops

Echoes of murder growl

at the turbulent and crying sky

I fell between jitters and anxiety

Dirt trembles in the morning

Distant memories click and clack

Love lies in a casket

Dreams don’t escape the coffin

Pungent graveyards bleed sorrow

I slipped between shock and tremors

Dead ends plead guilty

Blankets cover up the claws

Eyelids drip heavy oppression

Trains wreck in the shadows

Dancing in a cold sweat

I tripped into the razor nightmare

Aggravation stews at midnight

Chards of terror surround insomnia

Perplexity and complexity tangle

Faith and beliefs scatter

Nerves gravitate to the weak

I rest my torment on a bed of thorns


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Unpaved pitch black
Torturous and twisting
Glaring at a rustic sign
Unrecognizable and foreign
A lump in my throat

Cracked rear view mirror
Pieces of a faded sunset
Reflect a wrong direction
No map to point us South
Toward a new life, new route

Passing up Evergreen Cafe
Sipping on luke warm French Vanilla
Clenching to my hand
Whispering fear next to me
Grasping onto hope like a flask

I slip a quarter in the jukebox
My lips moving to a song
Forgotten in the tattered backseat
A memory that makes me yearn
For heat, flesh and forgiveness

Locked in the friend zone
Secrets guarded with a flag
Minimal and discrete conversation
Continually crossing borders
Stations only turned twice

Silence embraces then suffocates
Greener pastures a mirage
Our defenses are stone walls
Covered with heavy sighs
My hand crosses the fine line

Stuck at a broken light
Struck by the moving sensation
Trying to hide the risen tension
As she stares at my flush face
Urges from her leap forward

Unsure if he will yield
to the congestion of emotion
My smile a signal or a hazard
Time for me to shift gears
And fuel his lost passion

In the midst of driving
Unthinkable and unforgettable
Lips surrounded
Lighting a fire
Masterful tongue

The windows fogged
With curvaceous temptation
Our journey begins anew
A landscape drawn and devoured
In flashes of passing lights

Barriers removed
No caution tape around
Wanted and needed
Slipping into her palm
Astonished and amazed


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I can only give you what you want if you speak your mind

I can only give you what you need if you speak up

I can only love all of you if you share all of yourself

I can only give you what you want if you

open up

I can only give you what you need If you reveal your true self

I can only love all of you if you release the beauty inside

I can only give you what you want if you show me who you are

I can only give you want you need if you throw away your fears

I can only love all of you if you let me see the real you

Standing up against your accusations

Walking away from your allegations

Disgusted by your fabrications

Joining the drama free nation

Shaking my head at your obligations

Reading more into the creations

Stability is a lost sensation

Laughing at your ill advised temptations

Saxophone is singing on 9th street
To the rhythm of bus doors opening and closing
Shuffling of feet gliding on the concrete
Chewing gum sticking to the bottom of brand new shoes
Limousines pulling up to a twenty dollar whore
Staring up at the lemon sun above the empty playground
Children glued to their iPhones, laptops, and technical galore
Struggling to see the reality of obesity with every fast food chain on the corner
Taxes rise as our education system falls
Blaming presidents, corporate America, government officials,
And not looking at ourselves in the stain glass
Reflections of wealth, greed, and money grow as our morals decrease as generations pass us by
And the acoustic guitar plays the melody to the gamblers, sinners, and welfare checks to those who abuse the system
Perception is only seen through the eyes of a republican or a democrat
There is no jester in the middle
And the saxophone continues to play on the 9th street
As we become more in tuned with ourselves others really don’t matter
Racism still continues as wars between religions rise around us
And the harmonica plays for Jesus
Remembering why we are here
We should be embracing all of the joys of life
Instead we try to hide our tears

Siren tongue lashing

Boiling altercation

Turning friction

into shocking magnetism

Slithering tensions

Desires eating away within

Locking away the voices

Ignoring the dangers

Releasing frustrations

in layers of colorful poetry

Disguised in a red arrow mask

Blood thirsty urges rise

Vigorous thumping

Awaiting to erupt

Watching Italian ice drip


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Exclaimed Hallelujah

Absorbing bullets and ricochets

Snap judgements built

An escape to silence

Tripping in debates

Haunting verbiage circling

like a disco ball in my mind

Waiting to exhale

Cynical metaphors drift

Waiting for your backlash

A born tragedy oscillating

Live wires misguided

Cold shoulder ramblings

Slapstick humor shuffling

like feet on cracked sidewalk

Stuck in the crevice

Misfiring hollow words

Disfigured and demeaning

Wrapped around false claims

A clash of the intellect

Distorted and torn apart

Leaving bits of the wolves

Words ripped at the seams

From the marrow

of your bleached bones

I gawk at your cloudy view

From the vessels

of your decaying brain

I peek at your vile lungs

From the ivory skin

to your numb heart

I overlook your flaws

From the incubus

of your wretched soul

I gaze into your core

From the veins

of your savage truth

to your circus tales

I scan the turbulence

of your existence

I rejoice in seeing

the skeleton’s magic

I’m lost

in the translucent visual

I’m wrapped

too much into fantasy

I’m engaged

in to what isn’t happening

I’m staring

at the colors in my head

I’m laced

up in sexuality and wonder

I’m walking

through a wet and hazy dream

I’m feeling

so many hands reaching for me

I’m aching

for the sweat to never disappear

I’m ignoring

the parts to the puzzle

I’m chasing

the river next to the sunset

I’m bleeding

from the knife of reality

I’m recognizing

the shadows of emptiness

I’m wanting

what does not exist

I’m needing

the hands of wishes

I’m starving

for what others possess

I’m craving

for what I don’t have

I’m stalking

the landscape in my head

I’m writing

for what is missing

Crawl inside this decorated masterpiece

Crawl in the garden of this hollow fairy tale

Crawl in the trenches to gasp for air

Crawl inside this lost graveyard

Crawl inside this wound of romance

Crawl in the river between anger and hate

Crawl in the carnival to laugh at despair

Crawl inside this forgotten casket

Crawl inside this broken melody

Crawl in the words of this pale chapter

Crawl in the tainted memories

Crawl inside this tragedy without a trace

Even the Devil himself chuckles
The moon is carved with your lies
Tangled up in your demented mind
Serenaded by demonic gargoyles
Stains of convoluted fairytales twitch
Nightmares glide through your skull
As you become the twisted spin doctor
Even the Devil himself despises you
The haunted tree is covered in your sins
Using the phrase “Sick and dying” to draw attention
The line for the roller coaster to hell banishes the disturbed and psychopathic rants
Even the Devil himself cringes at your name
Fearing your chameleon sadistic skin
Wallowing in your fragile bones
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She called me the extravaganza

She referred me as the ladykiller of the sunset

She pronounced me as the wind maker

She drank me like a fifth of whiskey

She buttered me up like southern shrimp

She screamed my name at 2:30 in the morning

She labeled me as the greatest in Ariel black

She pegged me as the arrogant smoke in the air

She suggested I was a landmark and a land mine

She appointed me as the certified one

She nominated me as the silk machine

She declared me as the ten foot beast

She called me hard as a rock

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

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