as the world moves onwithout me.
GoldlustIt's more than a wantit's a need.The way you cravethe lust on your chestheavy with aphrodisiaand amber dew.Seems a small price to payfor this temptationeach coupling stainingthe thread barefabric of youralready withering soul.It's easy to seeyou couldn't care lesshow he deals with the knowledgethat you'd do anything at allto posses the sun.
LillithShe'll tempt you with wordssweet and crisplike the wine that teasedand drugged yousleepy.She'll try to convince youit's only moonlight in her veinsand that curious sensationhas nothing to do with yourinnocence.And all the while you're wrappedin a world she created,never noticing how shehides your soulbehind the glint in her eyesas you gaze captivatedinto the face of sin.
Writer's BlockForgive meif I donttickle your fancywith a lyricor two.I seem to havemisplaced myenvelopes of anecdotes& the bedtime storyjust isnt feelingup to par.You seemy memoriesrely on thatfaulty camera in my mind& the lens is fogged withchampagne dreamsmaking it quite the struggleto impart my witticisms.Not to mention thatI simply dont care.
DistantDid you regret iteach and every timeyou opened you mouthand laid on thickthe fire-cozy reassurancesof your affection? You never once looked me in the eye when you said it.I should have knowneach time youprofessed yourlovethan you were onlystrengtheningthefoundationfor that brick wallyou were so insistenton having around you.Its all so clear nowhow my optimismstrained to seeover the stones while mynaiveteprovided the mortar between them.Of courseHindsight is alwaystwenty-twenty.
ObservationI like tolay in theafterglowof your love& watch thewayyoumove&& I wonder if you'reawareof how I'm counting.each. .little. .thing.that you do& the waythey make me smilelikeChristmas morning.
WantShe lovedthe way his handsmoved likesunsetshadows over her skinand the sweet musicof his breath drewachingpatterns on thecanvas of herdesirebringing taut satin nervesinto therude awakening ofpassion.
BikiniIts a perfectly clear day and yet |thickchokingfogclosesmythroat|that suffocating anxiety which plagues us allat one time or anotherstillI take the riskSoft cotton glides over my skin tingling caressingeach nerve ending.The cloth slides away and my ears pick up asudden intake of breath.From behind my shades my eyes flickerGaging reactionsDisecting the quirk in their lipsThe gleam in their eyes and I feelexposed.And as the sun beats down upon my skinI realise. I am beautiful.
TemptingWhen Im driving at nightand the music stops just long enoughfor me to hear theheartbeat|in between breath and coherent thought|a curious thoughtslides through my lipsto be savored with caution.If I just keep driving,where will I see the dawn?
DenialShe'll swear UP down and diagonalthe love that used to close her throatandblind her to all others isg o n e .It eloped with herstarry-eyed innocencewhen the tide washed awayall the promises he wrotein thes a n dAcceptance is not an optioneven though hischarming deceitstill |chokes| her reasonand thatpuppetmasters grinslides like v e l v e t over her skin. (Because you and I both know involuntary reactions rarely go a
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Watercolor DreamsFlimsy watercolor dreams thatcan be erased with a few teardropscannot make you feel alive,but my chest was so hollow thateven a dying star was enoughto set my eyes alight
Sins of your fatherYou are not your father.You are not a killer because your father was a killer.You are not a king because your father was a great one.You should not be punished for your father's sins.You should not be respected too much for his deeds either.However your father brought you to this world,He gave you life and maybe a part of him is inside you.You have to prove this.If you want to honor his great deeds and clear his sins,If you want to be called with his name,and continue living in the house your father built,thenYou should pay your father's bills,Apologize for his mistakesandForgive to others the sins of your father.If not,Change your name,Leave all the goods your father earned,Leave the house he builtand Go.Go and start a new life.Again you have to prove that you are worthy of a new life.Go and Be a better man than your father.
baby methuselahi think i'll be a tree -let each passing year adda ring to my bones,a bangle to my wrist,a shell to my skin.and someday someday i'llcut myself down at the ankles andexpose all my history,and you can see how far i've come,and how far i've yet to go.
ShelterEscaped to the shelterof my head to forgetmy social straight jacket.
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
VulnerableWhenthe night sky shedsit's cover to air outstars by thet h o u s a n d sI can't help butfearthat I amlostin spacedisoriented &&out-of-controlas the world moves onwithout me.