Once Burning Heart...

Buried Alive
Burning and pounding heart
Captured in chains
The bloody throbbing veins
Torn tissue
Of the tortured heart
Tormented to no stop.
Tis' now at rest-
The beating bloody mess!

**Book of Poetry Two**

The Harlot

Are you with Suffering like me?
I know she is a Harlot
Has she seduced you too--
To lie in sad sheets with her?

If she's with you,
and with me too
Let's form and orgy this I say
With Suffering, Distress and Pain

(2001-2002; Book of Poetry Two, another one of me humanizing "suffering")

Love from a Far

To love one from a far...
is easy and discreet.
You'll' never get cold feet
By loving from a far.

You have a perfect world
That can't be touched by "them"
It is within your heart and eye,
You are the master of it!

To love but from a distance
So easy...and yet, insatiable.

A Thought

A thought ran through my mind
You were the thought!
How does that make you feel?
Running in my mind,
Making arched  loops and circles,
You're running in my mind
So honored you may feel
For thought to me is real.
And I have always lived
The thoughts that circled me
Turning themselves reality!

(2001-2002; Book of Poetry Two...I wrote this some time ago for someone, but I find it's meaning still rings true today.)

Temptress

And Death never looked so tempting
As now it strips before my eyes.
She flaunts her poisonous power
And smiles and calls for me.

"Oh come to me, you desperate thing,
I'll save you now and truth you'll see.
Life is a curse!
Escape with me!"

Dared I and answered Death;
"You please me well, my dear Death,
But Suffering has pleased me better,
And so with her I shall now go,
She is the better Temptress!"

(2001-2002; Book of Poetry Two....This brought a smirk to my face now reading it.)

Meddle Meddle

Meddle, meddle
Meddle here and meddle there
You never stop to meddle,
Meddle everywhere.

Some things are not; for you to know
And not; for you to share.
You don't stop "helping" everyday
And fill your days with "good intentions"

I'm sick and tired of your "help"
I can't "afford" to pay you back,
I can't undo what has been done
And will not wait for more to come.


(I think I've been reading too many Dr. Seuss books to my son...so sorry for the ridiculous rhymes that sneaked their way in here)

Exquisite Tongue

I love the way your tongue does roll,
The way the r-r-r slips from it,
And like an engine roars;
Your exquisite tongue me calls.


*2001-2002, second book of poetry*