Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

  Emerging from the night of lost souls A rough morning with make-up in your eyes Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies Another exhilarating night of sin extinguished But your heart now belongs to the man of flames You don’t remember how your dress

Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies

The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls

The world is full of villains & misguided soulsTrying to drag us down to where they forever dwellThey take advantage & find ways to get elected on liesSummoning their teams of bureaucrats to send us to hellThey have money, power & zero regard for the truthYou’d have to be deaf, dumb & blind to not

We Have Quiet Inspirations

 We have quiet inspirations Somber tones you seldom realize Shifting away from self-imposed Heartaches & their relayed lies We must accept the responsibility Adulting was never part of the plan Though you gotta make the most of it Take it from me – Sincerely                    

Most Guys

Most guys Will tell as many lies As it takes to get between your thighs But that’s not my goal I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole That has been left in my soul *this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94

You Have All Your Beautiful Decorations

You have all your beautiful decorations Your Louis bag & Burberry coat Flaunting everything which couldn’t be Knowing how to get my bloody throat You’ll find your adornments gone someday They’ll suddenly be missing as you wake Feeling distraught with nothing left You’ll be lonely without any Real Estate You’ll have no glamour & no