Down to hell

She strokes with thighs of polished silk
Her lover, to finish him off;
If she had birthed, he'd drink her milk.


Her glistening flesh he's famished for,
Her musky sex is poised to please;
He's raised her up upon her toes,
Making her beg him, finish please!


Her clothes fall down at his soft touch
From him, she's always craving more-
And avarice avails her much.


This hunger feeds the paler flesh,
That's hid by lace, but thinly veiled;
Don't make us choose, when it comes to this:
We'd gladly go on down to hell..

What is hunting me...

Everyday I walk on through
Putting a smile upon my face
Talking to others... but not revealing
For all they see... is the person I am not
For on the inside... all I feel is afraid
Not trusting my vision... to what I see
Are they there? ... Are they really real?
Or are they illusions... made up from my mind?
Everywhere I go... Everything I do
These THINGS... they always seem to find me
No matter how much I try to hide and run
They always find me
Haunting me and haunting me
Showing no sign of leaving
Just an evil look upon these things face
I cringe in fear... in fear of what these things
Will do to me...
How do I escape THESE HAUNTING'S?

Hope again

How to break these ties that bind I fear I’ll never know.
Where to turn when trouble calls, I haven’t figured yet.
Solitude and all alone is all I’ve ever felt.
And if I wasn’t quite so proud I think that I might melt.
No one to come and clean me up or give to me a stone.
No one to grieve or think of me I know and fear I’m all alone.
But in the end we all must face the wicked ways of life.
And when we fall without a soul within the world to call.
We can only try to find some hope and pray for peace again.

cry.....

This feeling, This thing
I can't explain
How it takes oveer me so fast
So quickly
Having me to dropp to my knees
Putting my face into my hands
Hiding trying to make everything better
Before getting worst
Trying not to think of the pain
The suffering I had to endure
The nights I spent alone
Asking myself what did I do to earn such
Punishment
Whispering out loud
To hear nothing but silence
No one there
Not even another whisper to match mine
This feeling, this thing
I can't explain
I feel like crying

Lonely nights

Shuttering, of the windows at night
light moon rays, at the sight
Is it the plight of the skies
Or the wonder nature?
no one, is here to answer
alone lying on the bed,
i wonder.............
Time has passed by
memories are left behind
many storms blew
many seasons changed
but im still here
sitting by the window
to understand nature
misery of the past
always reminds her
but ican't find her
my last ship sunk
as the strom blew over
i was left alone in nature
she pampered me through the huge waves
only to leave me drenched in nature
they say love is blind
but i say its makes us kind
memories is all i have to live with
and i still sit here by the window
trying to understand nature........
trying to understand nature........

A Love so true

A love so true
lasts for a life time
goes on through and through
for the sake of mine
we stand so tall
when onees in trouble
come one, come all
no ones left to crumble
through pain and tears
we'll stand side by side
fight our fears
no matter how bumpy the ride
mess with one
deal with the rest
what can be done
is done with our best
we stay together
one family in a cart
proud today and forever
you will always remain in our hearts.

Born in fire

A heat of the moment
to blame on love
to blame on anything and everything
but to blame myself.
To hate for so long
grown sour and bitter
no sweetness in my movements
but the grim veil over my eyes.
Why don't I see happiness?
My hearts gone hard over the years
rotting with deteste
and the order not to forgive.
Should I suffer
for the night of sin
that burned with passion
that ruined what could've been?
To regret everything
to be blinded by lust
to live with my punishment
no longer seen as a gift
but a curse.
To give life to a child
who takes after me
only she was unplannes
and was born in fire

Where the sidewalk ends....

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

A drink.....

With glass, I am a man - or so I think.
At least I am when blessed with courtly drink:
A gin or two, then vintage port or wine,
To pep me up and gift me with a shine.

I know it’s false, as I now must depend
Upon my daily shots with open end.
Insidious, it all becomes routine:
To beg a drink each day for self-esteem.