Letter to prison
You might be behind the scenes.
Deprived, of so many things
You might be all alone
Rejected, by everyone you know
You might be the enemy
Convicted, by reality
You might have been, left to die
Your choices, ruined your life
You might be full of regrets
Time travel, to change your bets
You might be living in fear
Someone out here, is wishing you dead
You might be lost in time
Wandering from pain to crime
You might be locked in a box
Claustrophobic, smeared by lies
You might have been in the light
Fallen, displaced by hate
You might have lost your gear
Broken, revenge on plate
No matter what you were
We are humans.
We make mistakes
Don't for a second
Think you're done
Raise your arms
Words last forever.
Pick your pen and prose, on and on
Missouri Blues
You've probably got whiskey
on your breath tonight
But darling,
I've got an aerosol of
his scent on mine
You're stuck in that
same ole town
living the hippie life
While I'm here with
his arms wrapped around me
in a city that never sleeps
You'll sing the blues
in your dreams tonight
as he waltzes me off to bed
He'll sing me to sleep
with a lullaby that's better
than any song you ever
wrote for me
My lover will kiss me
with his weaponlike lips
As I drift off to sleep in his arms
Death loves me more than you ever did
I Still Love You
I still see your face,
when I try to sleep,
How I wish to leave this place,
but your memory I'll keep.
I still think of you,
when I try to focus,
on anything I try to do,
even if it's for us.
I still hear your words,
echoing in my head,
flying like birds,
keeping misery dead.
I'll always remember you,
because I still love you.
It happened
I don't have to say it
It's self explanatory
You and I are
a little insane
But what do you say?
Let's give this a try
I'll be the psycho
to your path
I know it's a long shot
But what's the worst
that can happen?
A broken heart?
Mine's already so
broken that I've
become numb to the game
And I'm willing
to bet yours is too
I know the odds
aren't in our favor
But I'll give it a shot
If you will
What do you say?
Take my hand
And join me
on the adventure
of a lifetime
The Mistress of Life
lips will run in stutters of
grab and glide across the surface
of life and I will look deep within
the lens of tomorrow as I enter
slowly into the moment. then time
will wince and exhale and move
with tenderness when I dare to take the
hints it gives, changing look and temperature
as it wails for attention, beckoning tastes
of histories musk to the heights of possibility
along this path of existence leading to
caverns unescapable. and spill my essence
along the tunnel of life with vigor and rage
and strength to leave imprints of relief that
suggest a lover walked on dirt