Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Ties That Bind

The ties that bind,
someday you will find,
are not as secure as we feign.

The ties that bind,
I pray you will find,
are the only hope that remains.

I’ve come to my senses,
put down my defenses,
now I am finally free.

Please come to your senses,
put down your defenses,
see past the mutable me.

These scars I will bear for a long time.
I could never dream
to be as cruel as you.

These scars are all I can claim as mine.
You know very well
that what I say is true.

I’ve come to my senses,
put down my defenses,
now I am finally free.

Please come to your senses,
put down your defenses,
see past the mutable me.

Time has toyed with my heart:
deceived; made to believe
these ties could never come undone.

These ties could never come undone!


Dead Center – II

Straight as an arrow
Bent through the years
No longer narrow
Shed all your fears

Aiming dead center
Wavering in flight
Landing off-center
Such is your plight

Success can be shallow
Beware of your cheers
They too can be hallow
And turn into jeers

Aiming dead center
Try as you might
Your target’s off-center
Think Left not Right


Self-love

In the recess of

your mind, search well and you’ll find

a speck of self-love.


Broken Hearts Club

In our all-boys Club,

Broken Hearts we exhibit

like first prize medals.


Still They Dance On

Still they dance on…
Without a track.
She takes the lead,
He’s taken aback.

He’s in her trance,
A dizzy spell.
She pushed him in
This darkened well.

She feeds him lies,
He gladly feasts.
She clips his wings,
His heart still beats.

Tongue in his eyes,
Shears in his back.
He loves her more
With each attack.

Still they dance on…
Within this well.
She’s built for him
The perfect Hell.


Resistance

Just when I thought that I

found someone strong

to prove the myth a lie,

you proved me wrong.

And when I thought that I

wouldn’t live long,

without your love I’d die,

I proved me wrong.

At times my resistance breaks:

My mind dares to think to take

the chance to drink and break-

down the walls you built to keep from me.

And sometimes I get the shakes:

My mind dares to think you faked

all the vows you made to break-

down the love we built to forsake me.

Just when I thought that I

found someone true

to stay ’till the end,

all hell broke loose.

And when I thought that I

had no other choice

than to stay underground,

I heard my own voice.

At times my resistance breaks:

My mind dares to think to take

the chance to drink and break-

down the walls you built to keep from me.

And sometimes I get the shakes:

My mind dares to think you faked

all the vows you made to break-

down the love we built to forsake me.

Many a nights I lay

awake ’till early day

debating the things I’d say

if ever we stood in the same room.

So now I live day by day

not fearing in any way

the fool who left me and may

be insidiously planning a return.


All

All
former loves…
surrendered.

All
paramours…
set free.

All
former pains…
kept treasured.

All
within…
my psyche.


The Hanging Garden

 

His childhood-past hangs,

a reminder of daily

kindred dysfunction.


Bent

 

This world thinks us Bent,

openly discriminates;

brands pink triangles.


Selenophobia

I know it’s coming
The twilight tells me so
The sun has bid it’s daily farewell

I know you’re coming
I know I can’t say no
The moonlight shines on my nightly hell

Sometimes it’s crescent
And often it’s oblong
But on the nights when it’s full I cry

For that’s my descent
To where I can’t be strong
The nights you don’t come I want to die

I think it mocks me
I think it thinks me weak
As it bares witness to my defeat

You finish softly
I remain ever meek
Your scent, it lingers cloyingly sweet