the rain falls softly outside the window
careful to not drip in the wine glass
it's already started my decent
one glass
two glass
three glass
floor
hoping you will come down with me
plead for everything
but instead finding and old friend in your place
intoxication overpowers articulation
this grass feels like the softest cotton
completing this false scene of romanticism
i wonder where you are

screaming no internally
your kisses are too breathtaking to deny
the blue man scoffs at my secret desires
he doesn't care about the reprecutions
he moans
until the yes smothers the no
even after he leaves me I hate to see you go
guilt ridden back aches
another sweet delicious mistake
that i will probably regret more then i can fathom at this very moment
like most of my impulses the conclusion is undesired

paper dolls

she sits with her round lips in a smile
her hands crossed cupping her innocence
and her wide eyes inviting you to play
toss her in the air
ruffle hr frilly dress
watch as her hair bounces wildly
pretty little thing
too afraid to make a sound
everyone stares enthralled past her silence
she doesn't notice
thrilled to be with you
happy to be in your hands
each finger a friend she never had
smile on pretty little thing
in your spot of solice
meticulously put in your place
carried, here
carried there
finally filling a meaningful space
until he tires of you
your dress now frayed
tattered
worn from too much fun
your face beggining to tell your long years of silence
poor paper doll
you stare down at her pitiful face
she looks so forlorn
haphazardly forgotten
the closet
eyes closed
lost amongst forgotten things
walling in the darkness
trying to find her friend
the one who use to hold her so tight
looking into the mind of her replacement
a new paper doll to be shoved around

Exes of times past

In a land where everyone's trying to get over some one
where can I stand?
unsteady ground with no one to walk on everything looks different without the bright lights and glistening carpet
all word are lies with out love
worth nothing more then the penny used to buy them
I struggle to find some place to squeeze my thin frame
voluminous and burdening in this land
In this land with no place to stand.

Today I heard some words
barely comprehensible
about the dark side of the moon
the verbs of society
the whispers of the middle class
a boy
cut by glass
smothered with confusion
innocent no longer
stolen in the nigh
a boy
a boy blindfolded
a toy, a doll
mimicks the devils teachings
the student
confused lost amongst daily meetings
and wensday night prayers
now becomes the teacher
and it's too late for hm to be saved

I am more then straightened hair
more then sun toasted skin
sweet as the chocalate emulation
I am more then just a different style
a new look unindentifiable to your people
A style that embodies the rythmic beat of my music
I am more then raw talent to make economic gains from in which you spend exploiting me like that of the labor of my ancestors
spent like the light of the passing sun
i am more then just a different pigment
that makes you the mask of an amicable person
so intune with the plites of different peole
this you embrace is the worn face of diversity
i am more then just dreams
a dream of the very stars put into heaven by my God
A dream only unattainable against all the pure faces you put infront of me
This is more then a struggle, more then a fight, more then you expression of freedom
This is life a life choosen by the good lord for me, for you my bretheren.
A life mad by ignorance, the glistening sword of hate, the virus of money implemented by selfishness
No, no I am the sunkissed skin of the laborers of my ancestors
Working, working against the swettering sun
Feeding the land of milk and honey
making prosper grow
I am the blood that filll the lungs of America
Taken by evil
Taken by ignorance
Taken, Taken , Taken and then thrown away
Like the scraps off the table thrown to homless emaciated dogs.
It is the body
It is the heart that beats to an infinite drum
The land bleeds the blood of sorrow
It drains into the minds of our people
Constraining, but strengthening
Children, crying children
Listen, listen they cry for their mother's
Raped by demons who wonder the earth
Lost among each other
Searching for their men
Struggling to upkeep the spirits of an beaten people
This is our moutain
This is the epic journey we have overcome
the rain that stings your face
the building snow that burns your toes
the sun that boils your skin
the strap that bleeds your people
the words that keep us underground
This is what you have overcome
Now love continue to walk on......

goodmorning

Alarm sounds
drowsy movements
ruffled covers
new world
new day
overpowering thoughts
soft forgiving light
great expectations
goodmorning
Filtered sun
rays of glory
soothing sounds
great awakening
goodmorning
slow steps
feet dragging
heart drums oh so gentle
hmm pancake aroma
undeniable hunger
warming comfort of coffee
good morning
time ticks off in the distance
sundden watchfullness
bustle about hustle around
spasmatic thoughts
goodmorning
hot water
wonderful stream
sleak body
calm collection
heathing breaths
goodmorning
deep sigh
time to begin
blesset morning