Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Into A Scar



Tonight, the red sun set on my face

and I sit here still, in the darkness

wondering why my need for light made no difference.

The bed lies smooth, untouched,

my mind is warped from lost slumber

brought by your punctuating absence

I eagerly await the end of this chapter

for the day when I fear twilight no more.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Solving Metamorphosis- Chapter 1 "I Am NOT A Romantic"


Interview (1 of 3)

How does Man transform into Phallus?(Dickhead) or Anus?(Asshole)and how does Woman become Cannis?(Bitch).  Unlocking the mystery of metamorphosis revealed more of the man who dared ask than of the mystery itself.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Rock 'n Roll Soul

I wait in anticipation.They nod at me, signaling they're ready.
I take a deep breath and stand up, knees shaking, my stomach in knots.
I feel hesitation,
Trepidation tries to tell my feet to run away.
They want to listen.

I step up on stage and turn towards the audience. 
The lights burn my eyes, I hear the noise in the room die down a little, anticipation buzzes in the room.

I turn around and nod at my drummer to signal that I'm ready,
he claps his sticks together:"1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4"
The instruments begin to play, a wave of energy envelopes me.
The sound pushes me into the air, I am transported into the sky, no one else is there, I am in my Happy Place.

I begin to sing.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

October 9, 2009

It's been eighty-three minutes
since the arrival of the thirty-fifth.
The man in blue looks at the door,
anticipating another arrival.

Walking by the alignment of white
cocoons, he feels motion. No! That is
not possible! It must have been the wind
that made the white blankets respond
to his every weak step. Of course!
It’s the wind. No doubt.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Shattered

Broken due to a complicated mind,
Strong as she appeared, weakness covers her spirit.
Tired of herself, she vowed to accept change.
But resentments keep banging her doors.
"Don't entertain the thougths," she said as she restrained yet "What if's" haunt her in her silence.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

53

Women are like roses.
As roses comes with thorns,
So does women with their -
Flaws.