your villain

i am not who i pretend to be.
you want me perfect?
well i can’t be that- so don’t lose sleep.
i am not the skin that i wear.
hit me, cut me, watch me bleed,
you just want me to live in despair.
unruly, i won’t roll over, i won’t comply,
just a stubborn son of a bitch…
always be the one you vilify.

natural selection.

down but not out, up within this pocket of immediate joy.
i do not pretend anything, yet everything you see-
blue is yellow, yellow is green.
here enjoy this fantastic hit with me.
shh, let it be, relax and be free.
like always was, and never wasn’t… the past is now and the future is present,
orange slushie… purple ice-
brought to you by your favorite vice…

magic night

The night that seems shrouded in discovery,
Without a sound, a subtle look… your lips reach out to mine…
like fireworks that ignite the dark our bodies collide.

The sex is like touching the lips of a god, Im in awe…
engulfed in sexual ecstasy an excitement, we take it higher.

Inhale these drugs and become my queen, its so obscene,
the things we do in between these sheets.

Soaked in sweat and channeling ancient energy,
I will never forget that one night, just you and me.

madness

Infinite madness, unlimited sadness; I feel the pull on me towards darkness, but your grip anchors me to the now.

I fear the future because I am ashamed of the past- why does this happy feeling pass? Why won’t these drugs last?

I feel your lips on my neck and I get chills, I wonder if these nights aren’t just cheap thrills. What is the deal?

Cut me deep, watch me bleed. I won’t give up on this, on us, we can make it if we will it. Feel it!

Damn it, I don’t care if it’s right or wrong- baby be strong and hold on, this is life or death, and I won’t lose all I have left…

night music.

Headphones on, music playing. Bass beating, highs hitting.
Head bobbing, body swaying to the beat. Chair dancing.
Memories flow, feelings bubble from deep within. Chills.
Vapor flows in front of the screen, like the haze in a dream.
Forty past four in the morning, late night music therapy.

wish

Sometimes, they come true…

I wish… So much, but most of all I wish I could be what everyone needs me to be, a rock, a wall, a lover and a fighter. Protector and deflector, truth in the dark.. And light in the shade. Protection from sin and sand, the tortures of the land- but flesh and frail bones is all I can be… Yet maybe, its all anyone needs…

universal flow

Synergistic flow as I got forward slow without a place set, just traveling on a whim without a care- rare is it these chances of peace, leased time from the universe to explore all kind and pay no mind to those who try and detour.

Magical and almost divine, listening to the soft melodic wind chime on metal and glass- alas, i reach no where and feel complete, worry free but worried still, will I get this chance again: random chances, subtle dances.

lead astray

Dark paths can lead to unknown places that may be crowded with evil faces. Down these dark paths answers may lie to questions kept deep inside; risky to travel, but perhaps worth a try. A blunder once made by I, who followed a dark witch by the hand down such a path, and she bled my heart dry.

in the slipstream

In the slipstream of life we all flow at a pace that is proportional to the actions we make, the paths that we take- the lies we tell, or the truths we fake. Friendships, relationships- may slow or speed our trip, but once at journey’s end and the slipstream set us free we can only hope to be remembered by how we wanted to be.

apology, to my shooting star…

I’m sorry for the lies I told that may not have been true. I’m sorry for the way I am sometimes, I probably don’t deserve you. I still think your a star, and you deserve all you want and desire- and maybe one day I can light your fire. This is real, the only way I can truly speak, otherwise I sound like a fool and come off weak- but I am strong, and a rock you can lean on when you need to-and maybe I just need someone like you.

sinners lament…

The power of Sin, it’s weight too heavy too bear…

The pitch of the night made sight near impossible and more improbable the hope to find what I had lost; thus I shall have to pay the cost for such a blunder, loneliness and torture in the deep under, were he slumbers… His power over all an eternal struggle, one I could not fight nor win… for far too great was my Sin.

to reach our destiny

The summer air brings with it inspiration, another short poem to enjoy.

The wind blows a fresh cool breeze that brings flower scent,
her arm around me, safe from abandonment.

Walking together on this path that leads to our destiny,
snapshot memories only remain of who we both use to be.

In unison we step, each footfall in sync yet free,
Our destination may just be out of reach…
yet carry on this path we must, and prove wrong all their ill speech..

angelic kisses

Wow, it has been some time since I have added a new post, so I figure I will give you some poetic stimulation to enjoy.

When she gives me that look I chill,
and with her soft touch she could Kill.

I feel like I’ve met her before,
and now I’m afraid of what’s behind that door.

Then she whispers to me, “It will be okay.”
Her soft words calm me, so I stay.

Awoken by kisses that only an Angel could give,
and then I knew she was my reason to Live.

I gently kiss her forhead and say,
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this Day.”

Well, to be honest… that very same angel, left me wanting. Wanting fresh angelic kisses, oh will she ever touch my lips with her euphoric kisses again…

these times…

These days, these times. These moments that come and go, but linger so. Half dreamt, and never fully remembered– these times. Snippets and snapshots, melting thought. Searching for some truth that maybe cannot be realized, or maybe it can=– just down these pills in my hand. Ah, clarity from chaos. These times, these days, life lessons surrounded by haze.

on a journey…

I wrote this last night while….pondering some things. It just came out of me and onto the screen. I rather like it.

Crossing through these ethereal planes with nothing but my mind and some magic perhaps I can hitch a ride on a comet? Someone told me that should I see an otherworldly beast with giant fanged teeth to hold my ground, and let him go around. Through peaks and valleys I float on at a pace to prolong my stay In hopes I may see the beginning again, and experience the future complete.