poems

Two forked road

Upon my walk one morning
I met you and I stumbled
Twisting my ankle
You helpede up
When you fall
I'll help you up
but for now walk this two forked road
Together, apart.

Which way?

In your presence I criinge
I remind myself to tread
Carefully; Cautionessly
For I know not where your land mines may lay
I love you
I dispise you
You avoid it
While I am afaid to understand

For I know what you are not
And I know what I shall find
I do not know which way to go.

Past

Past You are the door
That can never be locked
You are memories
Not forgottened
You are the one
Who reveals truths and discloses lies
And though you may
Contain Grim aspects
we open your door to dislodge secrets our Future.

Cold Coffee

Cold, Freezing, Ice rain
Pelts against me as walk the streets
In a mini skit. The world around is
Snow draped with ice scrapers that reach towards the sky.
And Jack Frost freeze's drys my breath.
It is about forty below out;
I think I need some coffee.

Society
Society open your eyes, your ears, and your mouth

Take a long look at what you have done.You Prey upon the weak

You test your limits while

Your tongue plays lies in Our ears and your black antenna Tinkers with our hearts Unknowingly, you steal oursouls away, like kisses Stolen in the dark of the nightTake a good long look at yourselfNo one likes to see themselves in the mirrorThe mirror of lifeRather we enjoy looking at others

To find fault with it all

The locked door
The door is locked. I cannot find the key So locked staysI thrash at itI kick at itYet it remains intactAnd Locked. Yesterday I tried to pick the lock. But the hair-pin broke. Today I thought I found the key Only when I turned the key in the lock. It still would not budge.

Why can’t I open this door?

The mobThe mob appeared to have a thousand eyes

All looking on with fierce intentions Most were vagrant skeletons Dressed in stark clothing,Alone feeble, Together intactSavagery clashed within the mobWould they debate or destroy?The populace wondered as they crowded into the backgroundFrom the brute anger of the mobSuddenly the mobStormed forthAnd stoned the victim............... With all their mightThe war had just begun

Love?/ it

it waits for me in the ShadowsIn the whorl of the eye In the sands of time In the night's dark embrace And in your armsIt finds meHere and there in various formsIt binds me to my place It is the secret Sweet nectar of the GodsAmbrosiaYou gave it to me once And now I return it to youIt is Love

Osculating

Osculation, red lips upon mine own lips

the caressing touch of a flame

Heat upon my lipsIn flight of passion

A buss upon his lips

A graze upon his tongue

A brush of ecstasy

A kiss

Silent stiletto: a hookers life story

Moved by unseen,black silhouette hands;
But their not my handsDeeper still yourBlade sinks in a wasteland
salting old wounds
With every word Slashing them in to my heart spasm shakes rack
The earth of my bodyDeeper within my soulI whisper mute criesunseen pain
More then I can handleBlackness comes over meThen I see the hand covering my mouthSmothering my last breath...The room is too darkI hear something cracking
I am dying, But who cares
I am just a hooker