Going Through the Motion

Staring at the ceiling, giving names to the
cracks, “I think I’ll call you Jimmy and you Sam maybe you Jack”
Saying all the necessary words
To get you going
“Oh Baby you’re so good, yeah right there, that’s the
way I like it”
My mind going blank as you pump harder
A song starts to play in my head replacing
The vacant space in my mind
I’m humming along, you think I moan
Faster and faster you go
Will this ever end I’m wanting
to know,
“Say my name” you shout
Damn if I know what name you want
me to holler out, ” Daddy, Big Daddy, Mac Daddy, what?”
I just wish you’d hurry up and finish 'cause
My head is spinning
and you cologne is no longer
turning me on
So I play along moan and whimper
with false pleasure
I think I know what I must do
To get you off me
“Baby, I think I hear your car alarm going off”
Yep that did it he was off of me faster
Than Jesse Owens
Going through the motions
*Bet you thought I was going to fake it*

Images

Horrible images running

 through my head

Gun shots sounding off

in the distance

I see a blood moon setting

 Awaiting a sunrise

that will never come

Tears fill the land

Cries ring forth

The wailing so

Horrid, I close my ears

To the sound

Putrid flesh I smell

Hangs in the night air

Moaning and weeping

Shrill voices sing out

To a God gone and forgotten

Blood flows like a river

Souls carried away

In the torrent

Lifeless, ghost of youth

Pass away

Horrid images running through

My head

Save them, save them

The walking dead

Too many images castrate

Them from my mind

I see the spirits of the

Lost and forgotten

Gehenna is their home

Images to bare, my hell

So alone

So alone

Sound of Drums

Mythical rhythm warriors dancing, prancing

calling to ancient gods, the beat gets louder

with each beat of the drums

the night creatures circle in wonder of the sound

they howl to the beat as if its speaking in their tongue

Warriors chant calling to brave hearts

lost in battle their ghost answers in the night wind

The drum beats louder and louder drowning out

their cries

A single ember leaps from the fire pit

taking on a new spirit, it dances to the tune of the

sound of the drums leaving a trail of ash in its wake

Sound of drums beat ageless moaning they weep

sadness pounded out with each beat

Universe so vast mystical, illusive, untouchable

Sound of drums brings them closer reaching out a hand holding

mystery in their palm washing away the tears

they dance to the sound of drums a new spirit of hope is born

Looking For Mr. Jones

Loosing myself to you
Oneness
Opinion of others don't matter
Kindness in abundance
Insecurities met with self assure
Never asking for more than given
Gentle persuasion


Focus on only the good
Odium of emotions you erase
Remembrance of empty days


Materialize to haunt
Rushing into a subconscious mind


Jaded perception
Omniscience wisdom
Nude feelings expose
Explosion of corrosive thoughts
Save from self
        Looking for Mr. Jones

Distorted Picture

Desirable to look at every man's dream
Immure in her own world
Secrets held close in her heart
To many let downs
Over shadowed by sorrow
Reality viewed through closed eyes
Tendency to fall under spells 
Essence of spirit dulled by lost of innocence
Decrepitude of an image reflect in a mirror

Presage of her life carried on the wings of a black crow
Interlace with destiny
Circumvent death, she laughed in its face
Tourniquet twisted inside her soul
Ubiquity of her love was felt in the darkness
Remedy of lost youth retouched by the stroke of a paint brush
Erased away an ugly
DISTORTED PICTURE        

Love Takes Me Higher

Love takes me higher
all my heartache is erased
healing is loves power
chasing away darken clouds
out comes the sun to embrace
my spirit, my soul
awakening a flower
that has seen too many
sad days
turning my tears into joy
returning hope I thought
I'd lost forever
I can see the future
where once I didn't
believe I had one
a flower in full bloom
destiny is no longer
a stranger

Widowed Mother (Poem Excerpt from Illusion)

Somewhere in the night lays a shattered heart
singing out for love
The song can't be heard for it lies deep within her soul
She sings of sorrow, of afflictions heaped upon her spirit
She sings of her regrets to many to be numbered
I hear her song, loud as the rolling thunder
A song of a woman betrayed and angered
She sings of the darkness she calls her own
She sings of the man that left her cold
She grieves for a child she was to bear dead in her womb
She sings to God, pleading for salvation
lifting her voice up to the heavens
She sings of the widowed mother
I can hear her, can't you?
I can see her, can't you?
I can feel the anger, the rage
I sense the pain strongly pumping through her veins
Listen, listen and you to can hear
the song that is as strong as the distant thunder
It is the song of the widowed mother