Surgeon Generals Warning

i roll it up,

to smoke it,

the fragments

of our broken hearts,

collected over time

with ignited fire

i spark the tip

inhaling all of our

desires

within my lungs

we linger there

until i must

exhale,

fumes of unanswered promises

wafting out of longing lips

left in disrepair,

the stench

of heavenly-ever-after

dissipating in the air

puff after puff,

ashes blown, deception released

to the unforgiving breeze

it’s the memories best forgotten,

when i stub out our butt

to our final

cremation

The Rules

if you want to be heard,

then your gonna have to listen

if you want to be seen,

then you’ll have to become the observer

if you want to be loved,

then you’ll have to love (back)

if you want to be it,

you have to know it…

inside and out

if you want to shine,

then you’re gonna have to polish

if you want to succeed,

you’ll just have to learn

it aint always so easy

it takes patience, sacrifice,

diligence, tears and pain…

but if you really want to,

i believe you will achieve

anything….

Sunken

my heart sinks

as the sink fills

with 8 wine glasses

6 coffee mugs

2 knives

and I’m still…

sitting with cup in hand

wafting away the smoke

engulfed in unbecoming

emotions

without you

my sink fills

as my heart sinks

and I’m still…

sunken

without you.

the storm within

thunder bolts from the sky

echoing the restlessness of my heart

as rain pummels down

concealing welcomed tears

i walk purposeless

engulfed by the angry skies

reverberating my pain

winds whipping through me

as the heat of my veins

perpetrate the storm

i walk

as the clouds

rains and winds dissipate

and all that remains

is little ol’ drenched me

immobile

to the silence

that follows



Be the Change

if you move away

change jobs

careers

life-style

hair color

if you run from the city streets

to the country lit skies

and say good-bye

to convenience

falling directly into the lap of convention

if you let go and let be

allowing silence to sink in

to an otherwise loud and consuming mind

if you picture it imperfect

allowing expectations to drift away

perhaps, it is there,

you will find the unanswered questions

it’s worth a try…

anyway

Poser

I’ve learned best by being a poser,

yes, it is true…

I’ll admit it here and now

that all along

I’ve never had a clue

racing head-strong

I’ve become the perfect clone

an imposing actor of our time

I’ll tell you I can do it

that I am the best!

I’ll smile and nod

at every request

when asked the questions

I do not know,

I’ll lighten the mood with

Excellent question!

placing any doubt to rest

for I really don’t know anything

other than

perfecting the perfect scheme

of being the one who can do everything…

what a resourceful being!

tell me

you whisper,

tell me you love me,

even if you lie…

silence on my tongue

mind swirling with

words i long to muster

yet lying in your arms

my voice obsolete…

you respond to my silence,

then ask me…

the question…

searching your eyes, i do…

…do you love me?

Yes. i will always.

and i find myself bereft,

acknowledged with a caress…

until your soft eyes close,

sweet as an angel to rest

shortly thereafter,

i gather my things and leave…

wondering,

if words really do

mean anything?

Cannibals

a lingering feeling of want

and desire,

not once subsided

since we last parted

so close,

yet far away

a distance of which

space can not replace

although we try

each and every time

ho-humming along

to the beating of passions’

tongue

we become entwined

reveling the addiciton
of...

you devouring me
as i consume you

Days of Silence

counting the days…

one, two and so

achingly slow…

three and four

days of silence.

booming silence

as not one word be passed

among us

as if

we were both walking

deceased

numbly moving along

forgetting our natural instinct

to love,

communicate

knowing,

there is an internal battle

festering within us

lost in translation,

between the words we did not say

and the silence that followed

silence

five, six,

now seven days…

i’ll count ‘til infinity

to hear what you have to say.

the devils queen

smoke encircles her body

rising from the ashes of sin

not one other man

could comprehend

the places she has been

striding in

whoop-whish

her skirt flails about

as she spins atop

the counter part

scotch infused breath

on exposed skin

she lingers a moment

allowing her presence

to sink in

languidly lusting

for the touch of each

mans eyes

her ache to be the

centerpiece

of the crowded

mangled bar

realized

once she is assured

of capturing

their attention

it is now that she pounces

and no one

will ever understand

what hit ‘em

a seashell for you

You,
being the person who has everything

i never would have thought…
after Years of me conjuring the perfect gift…

you could not appreciate it
because,
naively,
you did not know…

about the little things,
in life

and the treasures
they behold

so glad,
so fortunate

I could share it with you

It's all about change

Today,

you will find me....

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muse

the juices flow

rarely so ripe

immobilizing the ability

to continue

into mundane routines

of life,

recluse in these moments

that move too quickly,

an uninhibited soul

released

envisioning, creating

editing, revising

one into the other,

the fingers move

within the mind,

an ebbing massage

of the inner-voice

freely

exhaling

Un-bloomed

fortunate,

yet imprisoned

in the early years frost,

buds yet still to bloom

frozen, alas

true potential

held within

never allotted

the opportunity to thrive

shriveled

unprimed

blustering from within

a will to survive,

a beautiful wonder

of which could

have been…

Dream... continued...

to dream

of new adventures

paths unconquered,

undiscovered

moving on without a good-bye

yet cheers of blessings and

see you sometime

through distance

the mile span spreads

love forever manifested

from the time

we spent together

yet moving on

is what I dream of

to tomorrows

new adventures

discovering the paths

of many more to pass

the question lingers,

always enticing

‘where do you come from?’

‘where will you go?’

it is my dream…

to never fully know.