Monthly Archives: October 2014

How I Detest Your Scarlet Print

And there you pose
framed before mine eyes.
Your crimson lips
induce a trance.

Your cerise hue,
I scrutinize.
For this photo
was not of chance.

RED:
Ire, wrath, rage…
a bleeding heart?
This on your face
I read.
INCREDULOUS!

Feel,
your vile horns
are showing now!
And these
you cannot hide.
IGNORAMUS!

Wolf
in lamb’s dress;
How I detest
your carmine
countenance.
MYSTERIOUS!

I guess it’s best
you hang this way…
upon his wall,
at a distance…

A memory
to those who may
forget your putrid
existence.


I Know There Is More To Life Than This

You’re fast asleep
and I lay here at your side.
I feel so weak
and I tremble deep inside.
I lay awake
staring at your cheeks, so red,
hoping you’ll wake,
but you’re motionless in bed.
My thoughts wander:
Will I ever let you know?
And I ponder:
Will you cling or will you go?

Now I can see
abstract silhouettes of gray.
You’re next to me,
but your thoughts are far away.
And I can tell
that you’ve procrastinated;
it’s simple, well,
the scene is set and dated:
You’ve read your book
and you’ve packed your travel pail.
A second look:
You’ve bathed and read your mail.
My thoughts wander:
Will I ever let you know?
And I ponder:
Will you cling or will you go?

I hear my heart,
I wonder if you can too.
I stop myself
from reaching out to you.
You’re fast asleep
and I lay here at your side.
My thoughts wander;
fantasize to steal a kiss.
Oh I’m hopeless,
I know there is more
to life than this.
I know there is more
to life than this.


In Haste, I Drove Away

Dark car, in a dark parking lot
She was dealing
You were dreaming
That maybe I would understand

But it’s too close to home
And I’m bleeding
And I’m seething
And I don’t seem to understand

I’ve seen this before, I want to see no more
I’ve been here before, I want to live here no more

But it’s too easy
To point and blame, to judge and claim
Temporary insanity, temporary calamity

You should know
Time’s tide will smother you
And I know,
I do too
So I draw the line tonight
I live the lie no more…

I love you
With reckless abandon
And now there is a thorn
In my side
My wound is open wide
Who will nurse my broken heart?

I comprehend
You cannot mend
The years of battle scars I wear
The tears of shattered lives I dare
Disclose in the haze of a drunken hour
And mask with the scent of a flower

I love you
More than I need you
And in haste, I drove away
And now, here I lay
Scrawling the words you now read
Hoping, praying, dreaming
You will heed
Your heart


In Love With Love

Paralyzed,
my swollen heart
can’t comprehend.

Desensitized,
it feared to never
hear those words again.

But you look into my eyes
and I watch your lips,
to hear you say…

“I’m in love with love,
not in love with you,
at least not today.”

Hypnotized,
my heart beats
to the rhythm of your voice.

Stigmatized,
it stammers to ascertain
you’re giving me no choice.

“I’m in love with love,
need to speak the truth,
perchance, some other day.”

Paralyzed,
my swollen heart
can’t comprehend.


My Collection

My collection is complete.
Domestic and rare.
Waiting to be pinned into place.
And after all this time,
After all my labors,
Do I dare?
And do you care?

In my hand
She quivers like a child.
She knows,
Still…she prays,
Struggles and leaves pearl dust infra,
But not before I pierce her soul inanimate.
She’s my play.
My pretty prey.

One after another, I smother
Their sheer comeliness,
Ten to twelve in a crystal case.
Their mute cries startle me,
But I’m blinded by their
Loveliness
And gracefulness.

I’m down to the last plaque
With your name
And into your lost eyes I stare.
Waiting to be pinned into place.
And after all this time,
After all my labors,
Do I dare?
And do you care?

You know,
Still you pray….
You do not struggle
For that would be infra dig.
And as you fly away
I wipe off all evidence
Of your pearl dust
From my fingers across my heart.
And I’m back at the start.

My collection is incomplete.


Nothing Can Ever Become of This

I fear I know
what you’re trying to say.
Words begin, but quickly ebb.
And I’m not brave enough
to finish what you’ve started.
Finish what you’ve started.
Pease finish what you’ve started.

You say, “No more…
I don’t want to hurt you…
this is not fair to you.”
And “…nothing can ever become of this.”
Nothing can ever become of this.
Know nothing can ever become of this.

I guess I know
that it’s better this way.
You won’t love me anymore.
I know what you’re doing
cause I have done it before.
I have done it before.
Yes, I have done it before.

Still I reply,
“Why not?”
You trip upon your tongue.
“Just say it!” bids my tongue.
And somehow nothing becomes of this.
Somehow nothing becomes of this.
Now somehow nothing becomes of this.


Quel Dommage

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
And is it true in our case, I wonder.
You were once by my side and twice in my bed,
but you’re not there any longer.

I remember when my eyes first saw you…
tempted more than my heart’s desire.
Made me fall to my feet, made me feel the heat
and go along with the fire.

Although I never took the time to say it, (I love you)
I know you know, I meant it. (Quel dommage)
Although you never took the time to say it, (I love you)
You know I know, you meant it. (Quel dommage)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
And I feel the same now that we’re older.
Those feelings you can’t hide, I see the tears you shed.
Come and cry on my shoulder.

I remember when our lips first touched wine…
wanting, willing, giving…you became mine.
They say friends never must;
try to love, live and trust
or they’ll break the bonds built in time.

Although I never took the time to say it, (I love you)
I know you know, I meant it. (Quel dommage)
Although you never took the time to say it, (I love you)
You know I know, you meant it. (Quel dommage)


Say You’ll Never Leave Me

Just take your time
and bruise up my mind,
you know you’ve nothing better to do.

Unsuspecting
fool is what I am,
for I’m nothing more than slave to you.

Say you’re gonna love me,
say you’ll never leave me,
say it all you want,
but you know you will someday.

Say I’ll never shed tears,
say I’ll never feel pain,
say it all you want,
but you know I will someday.

Yes, you have me
under your control,
it seems I’m under some sort of spell.

I beg mercy,
while I still have hope,
but your eyes and fists say go to hell.

You’re turning me
into one like you.
I fear my heart’s like my fingers: cold.

My friends they try,
but it’s you I love.
Now it’s much too late for I am sold.

Say I’m gonna love you,
say I’ll never leave you,
say it all I want,
but you know I will someday.

Say you’ll never shed tears,
say you’ll never feel pain,
say it all I want,
but I know you will someday.


The Tears Are Over

So things just aren’t what they once were,
now paradise is a disaster:
I’ve gone my way and you’ve remained
in this town where friends we became.

The other night I weighed my feelings and facts,
just like I’d done many nights before.
And needless to say, I cried myself to sleep
in another emotional war.

So I took the place of your best friend
and just the same my title has been taken.
So I speak to friends of how I feel
and I take up their advice…

You said: “I don’t know
who you’re talking ’bout!”
I say to myself: “Forget it,
nothing for him is suffice!”

I’d like to go for a night walk
like we once used to do,
but now you are you and I am me
and time has filled the space between us.

We can stare at the stars
and wonder off into space…
I remember
you gave me the moon.

Just to spend time with you
to laugh while it lasts
and confess all
my internal bleeding:

Like the night over a piano,
you hadn’t a clue I cried for you.
The tears are over,
but the pain is yet to begin.

And when ‘Tears Run Rings’, can’t you see,
I’m cursed by your memory.
The tears are over,
but the pain is yet to begin.

Like the night he comforted you,
in the park, I wanted to die.
The tears are over,
but the pain is yet to begin.

And on the floor on the fourth of July,
how I prayed that he would be you.
The tears are over,
but the pain is yet to begin.


Venus Never Knew

No, Venus never knew
a love as real, as true…
A pure, Heaven sent, ardor

showers me,
empowers me!
Enraptured by his valor,

In Adon’s gentle touch,
I muse the such
of his vehement kisses.

Venus never dreamed
a love more than a stream.
Her woo was all but hisses!

I’m the victor of his coy heart,
while she the looser, exiled in part
by her own stifling sex.

We need not speak in tongues
nor breath into our lungs
the bouquet of her hex

to frolic in the mirth
of paradise’s birth.
No God could grant this nerve,

I am intrepid, in the art
I am simply stalwart.
And it’s me he lives to serve!

This love in harmony
that we devote freely
’tis the envy of all mortals.

Venus never conceived
our love in full succeed…
hence, returned to Heaven’s portals.

Whereat she lies in woe
and paces to and fro…
Despite her mixed feelings,

concord pervades her breast
as she stumbles to rest
and sends us her blessings.