Follow through...

The world won't stay standing still

Image Credit - Jenny Morgan

in this brief euphoric day dream.
The cycle continues to flow
as I watch the changing color scheme.

Just let me know when to worry
right before it gets too late.
Because every bit I loose of you
seals our already compromised fate.

What is a love worth
if it never sees the light?
Like a boxed up collection  
tucked away, out of sight.

You can lie to me
and make me think it's true.
You can lie to yourself too
just as long as you follow through.

Because what's not said is suicide
for the promises in your heart.
And what's not acknowledged is murder
when two souls are forced to
part.

Malevolent Desire

Elegant curves and devilish charm, 

a dark maiden on your arm.

Whispering a curse into your ear, 

as your inhibitions disappear.

Hair black as night and lips so red, 

she's already gotten into your head.

Her allure is one that could kill 

and she'd do it all for the thrill.

Do not look her in the eye,

until you're ready to say goodbye.

This beauty has you under her spell...

in love with this evil mademoiselle.

Go ahead, let her into your heart,

where she very slowly tears you apart.

Limb by limb, she rips you to bits,

but you can't stop staring at her tits.

A bite to your neck is all it takes...

first a sting, then you get the shakes.

Blood starts dripping down your spine

and she drinks it all, like a fine wine.

She can't stop with just a taste,

so she drags her tongue down to your waist.

Another bite is what she wants,

but can you endure her endless haunts?

Her teeth dig deep into your skin...

on her face, a sinister grin. 

She's slowly eating you alive,

and all you can do is hope to survive.

She owns your soul, you helpless sot

and now your blood begins to clot.

She's not ready to end you yet...

she has to light a cigarette.

The evil woman takes a drag,

then pulls out something from her bag.

It's the thing she will use to end your life...

Her trusty little butcher knife.

Before you can question all this,

she bends over and plants her kiss.

As your lips begin to part,

she plunges the knife into your heart.

Room to Bloom

Was headed someplace,
not sure where.
Really no time
to prepare...

Now I'm taking 
this quite slow,
because I have 
a ways to go...

Each step I take,
leads me to the next
then I take that step,
and feel the effects.

You don't get it
and that's okay,
because it's not for you
anyway...

This journey is mine,
to walk alone.
A transformtion
I can't postpone.

You can be near me,
while I do my thing.
I like the lessons
that you bring.

You're like a mirror,
reflecting back to me...
All of those things
I'm too stubborn to see.

When the light shines
and I see my flaws,
I know we're both human
and it makes me pause...

For life is so short,
like the magnolia bloom
and I can't crowd my spirit
I must leave room...

The Passage of Time

No way to escape the passing of time,

when blissful moments, give way to the climb.

Always reaching back for the way things were,

but finding the opposite of what we prefer.

Can we just hold on and keep things like this?

keep loosing ourselves in this summer of bliss...

But time will go on, whether we want it to or not,
Thwarting our efforts to change up the plot.

So afraid that this bliss will not last,
and our patterns will come in and repeat the past.
What can we do to save our sick souls,
before it's too late to patch up the holes?

In some ways the stage is already set
and the passage of time, our biggest threat.
If we can't escape fate, then we might as well try,
to enjoy the time as it inevitably goes by.

So apropos...

What would you say,

if I told you everything...

from the very first day?

Spilled my guts for you,

in that special way?

What would you do,

if it all became clear...

that I'm not like you.

Would you give me credit for,

making it through?

What would you say?

What would you do?

If you really knew,

What I could do...

For you

What would you see,

if you opened your eyes...

and gazed down at me?

Are you afraid to know about,

those things I can't be?

What would you know

if you jumped right in...

and went with the flow?

Could you make sense of this

and give up the status quo?

What would you see?

What would you know?

If things began to grow,

and it was so apropos...

Not to let go

Photo courtesy of Milwaukee Noir

How I'm supposed to heal...

When I finally walked thru that door,
I didn't expect to see you there...
right in front of me
feet firmly planted on the floor.

You have a way of sneaking in,
where no one cares to go...
sensing all those fucked up things,
that even I don't really know.

You bring with you these lessons,
that are so obviously mine...
with each single day that passes,
I'm learning how this all aligns.

I never saw it coming,
and that's the honest truth...
like a tidal wave of growth,
washing over my hopeless youth.

Now I'm seeing clearer,
just how I'm supposed to feel...
but I've never done what I'm supposed to,
when it comes to how I heal.