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Wilted Flowers Transgression bathes the soul with fire diminutive flames provokes the hidden appetites of the subconscious lie naked enticing knowledge given as a dower girdled with ecstasy, uncontrollable desire unknown lust surfaces unbidden innocence lost in command of the wicked sucking the lifeblood, wilting the flower
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Love I remember fondly the day you entered my life How proudly you lay so appealing and nice. Little could I know the you would cause me strife I would never get enough of you to suffice The essence of your being palpitates my heart My mouth waters whenever you enter my site I touch my mouth to you tasting sweet or tart I trace your sides, your center just right Chameleon I call you for you are never the same Your moods like colors range dark to light It's not you, only myself to blame That I would never give you up without a fight Family and friends warned me you were uncouth Yet the years passed with you ever close to my lips The silky feel of your skin, sticky or smooth Sent tingles and tremors through my fingertips My mirror reflects the ravages of our affair The crack in my heart the cost of loving strongly This obsession I have handles with such flair Through envy and greed I have handled you wrongly They tell me my love is like a heavy chain I cry and plead for I know the end is near My heart is breaking from sorrow and pain Our love, like the bough, breaks with fear Your name I twine close to me Reasoning our love should be celibate They promise the truth shall set me free But I weaken, I call your name, 'Chocolate!' |
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Touching You I am lonely and ever so friendly but yet everyone tries to push me aside like I am unclean, something to hide consorting with me only occasionally I am never invited to the best parties thought about in quick instance held back, kept at a distance I am not among top priorities mostly thought about in the hours of night when the mind slows down to think or when you lose the sanity link then my virtues surface to the light I'm labeled with words that hurt and are not true cause your afraid the truth will taint your lips sooner or later....everyone slips my name is Sin and I will touch even you
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Sneaky Pete Sneaky Pete is an appealing fat fluff who meows perpetually while strutting his stuff Swishing his tail or resting on his duff he thinks he is pretty darn tough He carouses the streets at night careful to avoid any fur chewing fights Searching for his lady of light he is a most debonair sight
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| Blunder How bad it felt to hear what my lips had dealt I only wanted to choke on what my lips had spoke Everyone glared and tempers flared I could not think and there was nowhere to slink The in-laws soon left leaving me bereft I could only command that you would understand A mistake was made that I hoped would fade It was just so lame I had called you by my ex's name
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Small Payment
My mistakes I make in err the blame I cannot share My soul cries out in sorrow for the debts I pay tomorrow My past errata demand their dues therefore my soul should not lose My honor requires I compensate to correct any unpleasant trait My payments I would keep small so I may stand and walk, not crawl
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| Diary of a New Age Mother Slamming my hand on the monster that screeched by my bed I dragged my body to the kitchen with eyes all red. My coffee and cigarette I enjoyed with prose while looking at the death throes of a vase and rose. Tripping over a glass of soda pop I cried for a clean counter top. Opening the fridge I yelled in terror for last weeks dinner had grown green hair in error. To the beat of rap I had to dress I ran to this door screaming "Clean up this mess!" Thoughts of murder ran through my brain as I wondered if I could rent a crane. A shot of whiskey to start my day cause I knew a mother had no say. To my purse I went for the kids lunch bucks knowing the search would provide no luck. Finally to the car I went and to my job I would go to earn the rent. Turning the keys the radio blared "Hey yo mama, I didn't know you cared." Thirty minutes I drove pondering life's joke just to find out the boss had spoke. Pink slips would arrive at the end of the week "Who said this world was for the meek?" On the way home I passed a soldier store temptation to buy a m-16 was so hardcore. Home sweet home, I entered the door only to find an orgy on the floor. I laughed in a frenzy as they hauled me away knowing their father would soon have to pay. Strapped to a cart I looked up at the moon Only to hear "Hey yo mama, she's a loony-tune!" |
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The Dancer's Flout
The band launches their song slowly, lights go
dim, As melody drifts through the room, An arm tightens, a breast is grazed, Eyes cast up and forward in quick glance, Closer they dance, harder they breathe, Soon dimmed lights click back bright, the
band quits, The Dancer's Flout.
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