The ThinkerThe ThinkerShe was the quintessential thinkerand a lover of fine artBut the day she let her imagination free they carried off her heartShe let her thoughts be known to menwho took just what they couldand left her standing all alone ashamed and misunderstood.The internal trial of mental prowessdissolved her will to liveand washed up on a deserted shore she had nothing left to give.
DisgustedDisgustedWhen the cigarette packmust be hiddenand public smokingis demonized.Most the populationcheered and applaudedwhilst the man shoots upin the gutter.When the cigarette packis banned from viewand public smokingis made illegalMost local residentscheered and applaudedwhilst an innocent wifewas beaten senseless.When life is restrictedand banned from view,freedom, rights and libertieslost but to the fewwill they make a standfor the battered childfor the elderly couplewho feel defiled.
Grow upGrow upGrow up the man advised meGrow up to save your soulI listened to him most carefullyI listened and recognized my goal.The path to tread was arduousThe path was steep and longI vowed not to make an awful fussI vowed to find the song.So off I set the next morningSo off with girded loinMy goal was set and callingMy goal I will purloin.I climbed the tallest mountainI climbed the smallest hillI drank from lifes rich fountainI drank and Im drinking still.I came wearily upon a golden gateI came disheartened to a lock of steelHoping that I was really not too lateHoping that a key under a stone Id feel.Yea behold I pulled a tiny keyYea behold from the gargantuan rockThe song of life it found meThe song helped unseal the lock.So now I walk lifes wondrous pathSo now Ive paid my worldly feeI can look at lifes foibles and laughI can sing the songs bestowed on me.
WeWeWe closedan open doorand burned bridgeswe openedour heartsand betrayed ourselveswe liftedour eyes to see the wayblind to those around us.We droppedin on friendsand devoured a little trustwe picked upwhere we left offembedding our lives togetherwe lostour inhibitionsand lived a while.
What do you want?What do you want from me?You have my heart, broken at your feeton the day I first saw you.You have my thoughts, stolen from meby mutual consentyou have my memories, filled with your wordsgrowing old in locked drawers.You have my future, shackled to dwellingsthat neither of us like.Is what you want the same as my dreams?A future free of complaining, filled with smiles.A time spent together, hand in handWorking and playing,sleeping and touchingtogether, in arms,in thought,in bed.
Why MumWhy MumMum, why do you hit me so,Ive done nothing wrongIve cleaned the kitchenand tidied the home recoverfrom last nights drunken run.Mum, why do you hate meI do the things you askand try to dispose of the needlesthe empties and the tabsbefore I go to get myself to school.Ive forgotten how to smile mumand I miss you more each dayas you lie there in a stuporits a habit and your usual way.I dreamed of a place I used to knowwith love and fun filled daysof storytelling and family funbut the vision never stays.
A Second FeelingA Second FeelingI sing of Love almost every dayI sing it in a traditional wayWith hearts and flowersand ribbons and bowsI sing of lovewith a red, red rose.
Loved and loved againLoved and loved againTurned over,flipped like an omeletteI watch your every moveunable to piece my thoughtsback together again.Scrambled imagesof your beautyinterrupt everyday lifetransposing your featureson to the facesof others passing by.The funny thingsI dream ofa look, a toss of the heador a smile,oh that wonderful smile.The fun we hadthe times of lovestaring into each otherexploring sensationsdiscovering needsfulfilling desires.
TrustingTrustingHolding out a trembling handTo the stranger poised on the brinkLaying a life in the hands of anotherTo be rescued or, inevitably, sink.Presented as an impossible task;Building a meaningful living,Surely this is not too much to askFor a couple so used to giving?
A First FeelingA First FeelingA feather touched my exposed armand sang a song of health and charmit brushed against my sleepy eyesand soothed my thoughts of deceit and liesthen took me gently by the handand comforted, by me did standas I fell in love with your sparkling gazeand promised to love you for all my days.
Find Me Find MeYou will find mein the lush green frondsof succulent greeneryof a spring dayYou will see mein the vivid greensof a childs paintingof summerYou will hear mein the fertile soilof a farms green pasturesbeing mown by the herdYou will feel mewhen you close your eyesand release your imaginationrelaxed in subtle greensWe will play togetheras friends oft doand spring will seethe long year through.
Blessings CountedBlessings CountedI thought Id count my blessingsas I was bored to tears, [for something to do, that day]Ive kept on counting ever sinceIve been counting for forty yearsBy the time I left my bedroom,the number had past tenthat was forty years agoIve counted many more since thenSoon Id run out of fingersso then I used my toeswhen they ran outI used my elbows eyes and nose.That didnt give me number enoughwhich wasnt all my fault,so I went around to my friends houseand they suggested grains of saltThe salt is a useful gaugeto help me see the tallyIll continue with this taskwhilst onwards I will sally.
buffIll wear nothingto bed (yes, nothing) but myfavorite perfume a spritz(here) a dab (there) then Illgive you all night to try (please, try) to disrobe me
essencelike eating with a cold,I taste you justat the edges ofmy tongueyour depth,your substance,hide from mebehind your hesitationa caution birthedby too manyhurts, too manycompromisesbut I will find you,seduce you fromyour cave even asI creep out of mineand shedding ourcaution like old skins,we will learn to savor theus concealed withinfor so long
SeducerHe is a solitary hunterwho steals the light of the moonand taints your nightmares gorgeous.He shows you colors caught in prisms,images that disturb what is forbidden,that get under the silk of your skinand let you discover your unseen worldspun in tapestries and stained glass.He takes the words off your lips,making them his own -the secrets hidden in the well of souls -to paint the sky, his only witnessto unspeakable crimes of the heartas you follow the tangled threads of seductionhe has so cleverly laid out for you.He has bought and sold you,laid out the robes of rich desireupon a bed of dreams held fastby a canopy and veil of stars.His lips implore you for more.They seek confessions, transgressionsand dangerous promises, spilled from a tonguegrown heady and thick with wineas he unravels your heart and mindin the garments that pool at your feetundone one by one by his deft fingersleaving your fragile heart of darknessthe object of his obsession.
LonleyLonelyIs the heartThat weeps for one thing never hadLonelyIs the soulTortured by one thing invisibleLonelyIs the bodyLonging for anothers warmthLonely Is the personCraving for companyLonelyIs the lifeUnbearable to live
Never Love MeThe rain tracesthe contours of my face,like your handsnever will.Why should thismake me feelso small...so cold?I don't know whyI'm invisible.These words I'm hearingthey were made for me,and are about you.And youwill never hear mesing them.You will neverhear my voice,and I will neverhear yours.You don't knowI exist.So,there's no pointin suicide.You won't mourn me.Why would you?And it will happenall on its own.It doesn't need help,but I do.Can I sleepin your arms?If onlyfor a second,before you realizeI'm there.You don't want me,can't want me,no matter how Iyearn for your touch.Your understanding.How could youwant something like me?Let me burn in your light.Warm me for once,and then I'll be ashesthat you'll throw awaywithout looking backto see where I went.Maybe I'm wrong,obsessive,but all I wantissomeone, anyone.Tell me I'mbeautiful (and mean it).Tell me you love me,that I'm wanted,without having tohide the smirk.This childish f
ChoiceAlrighty now i've wanted to write this for a while now and please do read it, i know it's a bit long but it'd mean an aweful lot. you dont have to fav it or comment or even like it for that matter, but just read through it.Now, where do I begin. we've all heard those answers that models give in pageants when they're asked what they want, "world peace".that's their wish and it would be most people's wish.so now what's the problem? famine? poverty? abuse? depression? inequality?there's a whole heap of crap in this world, and to think we've come a long way from how we were in the past. Jeez, go man kind.Now dont get turned off this, i'm not here to ramble on about how miserable life is and such, quite the opposite.Now when we all think peace, it's mearly a wish, something that we can all hope for but deep down are convinced will never be the case.Now for a moment think, really open yours eyes and think for a moment. Weapons. Billions of dollars every year are spent on weapons of ma
ThirstThrough interminable nights,I dreamed, visions that boiled away,leaving in their wake a raging rapacitythat could not be quenched.Then you came.Like rushing waters acrossbarren plains, riverbeds swellingwith the coming of spring,you covered me,sliding deeply into arid cracks,reclaiming lost ground, smoothingout the roughness of thatlong, hot summer.And you linger still,so I will drink youlike margaritas on a warm nightuntil Im so filled with you thatI can hold no more.
Something...Something you've needed to hear...You are my light in the darkness.The strength that keeps me from breaking.The one to mend my battered and bruised self.My reason to continue through the rough patches.The greatest friend I've ever known.You for some reason love this broken soulwhen no one else has or tried.You can see me for all that I ameven though I'm invisible to the rest of the world.You keep my weak heart beatingeven when it just wants to give in and shatter.You've gathered all the broken pieces of who I am,and placed them back in order,holding them in place.And even my darkest days you make bright.I am less broken and more whole every second.And the price for all this? For everything you've done?Nothing. You have asked nothing of me.Sometimes I say you've stolen my heart...but truth is I gave it freely.
trustyoure afraid to believe in mebut Im not like the others Im not a promisetied to a tumbleweed but a weighted word that will stay where its dropped
stashlike a child withtoo many siblings,I hid you likestolen chocolatesmy personalstash of guiltypleasuremy limitedsupply of forbiddensweetnessand like agreedy girl,I stuffed myselfwith yourgoodnessand cameback formore onlyto findyou wereprepared togive me allI wanted
novasome people burnso brightly thatthey flame outtoo soonas if their frailphysicalities housea double portionof souland this lifesimply cantcontainthem
StillI once mournedthe loss of my heart,the stillness intowhich it fell,but I suppose itsfor the best,for were it tostart beating againnow,I would surely bleed out like a slaughtered animal.
Love or JudgeLove or JudgeI judged a personI called a friendand lost him, sadlyto anothers attention.I loved a personI only just metand gained a friendbeyond expectation