Diamorphine Queen

She crept into your
brain like novacaine
Your heroine blond
bombed shell dream
Gonna hit you up for
a camel a drag of
your nicotine

She's gunnin' for your
bashful libido guitar hero
She's goin' far in life
A graduate student from
gold digging and alcohol
Unlikely a university queen
with diamorphine flowing
through her blood stream

From a broken house
She'll be at home as a
domesticated methadone clone
For now blowin' up your cell phone
Miss narcissistic fiend

Left you a message and
you won't take a hint
She'll play you like your
favorite string
Cause she's strung out
but she's your number one
on her fanzine

She'll wear you on her arm
like her eight track hit
Cause she's out of tune with
her pretty attitude
Your needle in a hay stack
I love your guitar solos during
your stint in rehab

Games

Mr Cocaine

I'm the anti-depressant
Your my appetite supressant
You make me co-dependant
Remedy my lonely cold soul
Funny this nasal decongestant

Your my silent affliction
I don't need an intervention
My hearts in pieces like a
shattered mirrior
This poem is my razor it
cuts into my nerves
My dirty little secret you
symbolize my regrets

Wihite powder subject matter
I love conversations from
Darwin to religion
And I am god right?
He confides to me and says
This is all an illusion some silly
bullshit fantasy
I'm your number one hit
except on ecstasy
Whats to decipher in between
the truths
The lies and your beautiful blue eyes
Your beautiful angry smile
Our karma rolled up between the lines
These beautiful lines

Your speaking senseless eloquence
Your my emtional sitcom
Candid in your beligerence
Yo!!! Shut the fuck up!
Your making me feel violent
Insecurities breed intolorence
I remember when I was young now
Happiness is a warm gun

Blizzard Haze

I'm Escaping into
my mind
Your sleeping in
my dreams
The ice is thin
yet I'm frozen in you
Cause my heartaches
in your barren landscape
Winters comin' as my
soul is burning
These four eyes are
yearning

Lying in Between reality
and my dreams
I'm buried in the snow
drifts with your demons
You and me together
thats bliss that will go
on forever
But for now its something
that we could never be
Like my ankle
These thoughts there
slowly turning

Take a piece of me with
you and my heart too
Your soul is my tattoo
I'll think of you today and
well, well into tomorrow
It's bitterly cold, will try
to survive
Your sweet melancholy words
are my fuel to keep me alive
Yet they will never be heard
Alseep into the night
Walking alone in the days
We're climbing those mountains
We're in white out conditions
We're in a blizzard haze
Forever were seperated
Forever were absurd

Rain Drops On My Sunglasses

Rain drops in the sun I
keep my sunglasses on
Behind every stupid question
lies an answer of deception
Your giving me reasons to
quit today and leave tomorrow
All I can see in us a bottomless
abyss of empty sorrow
Free your grasp from my sweaty
palms and walk the other way
I'll reminsce of good times while
I'm pondering my escape
And I still feel you but you
can't see me
We are now jaded, undone and
far too gone
The real reason to keep my
sunglasses on

Annapolis

Delaware is a blink of an eye

Welcome to Maryland says the sign

I'm east bound on route 301

driving down the Bay Bridge corridor

Childhood thoughts billowing in my mind

The eastern shore in my rear view mirror

I feel the gales howling at my window shield

on the long expanse of this twin span bridge

I feel hungry for crab cakes and nostalgia

of riding my bike after school

I feel Annapolis in the distance

Beneath my feet and below the bridge grates

I see the scenery of white caps, fishing boats

and memories straddling the Chesapeake

Off in the distance and to the south I remember...

A rainy ferry boat ride to Tangier island

And to the north a day trip to the Baltimore

Aquarium

Life was simpler on Alder road when I was ten

Living in the hills across from the river Severn

Post card views of the Naval Academy and the

Capital Building

And I remember dad's service and duty to his

country men

When dad wasn't wearing his military rank,

We'd fish for blue crabs along the river with

nothing but a net, some chicken and a string

It was 1985 and life was simpler on Alder road

As I reminsce I miss my exit and jump out of

my thoughts of the past

Back on track and through the hills I drive down

the incline and back into my mind

I can see the Severn river bridge to Annapolis

and the gate way to my childhood

Foolish Intentions

I'm your dear to a head light
Wounded by love at first sight
Imprisoned by desires
I'm the hopeless romantic
This restless heart
unsolved by semantics
I hate my daily alliance with
silence
Riddled with clues and
afraid of riddicule
You inpsire me most
but how long I was fooled

Impossible

Free yourself from
that evil spell
Can you contemplate
a consumate drug addict
Drenced and spent like a
lonely alcoholic
Impossible maybe
Impossible you
Beautiful melencholy melody
that sings me to sleep
Dream like a tiger
Live a as a sheep
Longing for stability
when life isn't for free
Impossible you
Impossible maybe
Soul in my shoes
Toe tapping to the blues
From season to season
Will I learn my lesson

Ode To Failure

My constant comport
Like a soft spoken chilling wind
you arrive unannounced
Moving in slowly and discreetly
you can touch me like no other
Clever you are to reign supreme
over my shoulders pinching at my
weaknesses
Gradually you infiltrate into my desires
and dreams via my dignity
Success is a pebbled dirt road on a slippery incline
Sunlight escapes me as the nights grow colder
and the moons leading the tide
The coldness of ambition biting upon my skin
What are my chances of escaping your wrath?
Slim to none by this third endeavor
Your short of despair an insecurity in disguise
Ambigious by nature
How do I decipher an entity minus its taste,
color and smell
Silent and stealthy I'm abrasively touched
It's no wonder how long I was fooled

Been too tired to write in last few days. Creative juices will flow once I get some rest.

I...The Poet

Pen my instrument
Paper my canvas

I the poet
formulate creation
through words of
inpsiration

My eyes are my camera,
clicking away at lifes
situations

My poems are my photographs,
A shoe box filled with
memories

this was written a long time ago. the inspiration for this page

LOVE STATIC

I'm not confident
in your co-dependence
I'm not quite sane when
I'm confined
You hold me back when I
need some time

You say so much
and I can't stare
You say so much
and I don't care
I tell you that I
might still care
It's all your bullshit
that I can't bear

You tell me things when
I'm not there
Your always right when
its all wrong
Your insecurities ate
my regrets
My heart might as well
be dead

I'm growing tired
of feeeling alone
I'm self loathing
your complex
simplicity
I'm fuckin' tired
of losing my mind

Feed me promises
you can't keep
You leave me choices
when I can't sleep
I'm growing cold
from your intent
We Could still be
together yet

I'm getting heated from
what you haven't said
You beg and plead when
were in bed
I'd rather jerk off then
feed your head

You say so much
and I can't stare
You say so much
and I don't care
You tell me that
I don't care
Tell me your wish
were almost there

My Writer's Block

My personal space is the only
place where hurt can't find me
Its where I succumb to my muse
my music and my private thoughts
Bought me a pack of cigarettes
to tease out my writers block
The outside world can leave me in
a commatose shock
I'm withdrawing in with my demons
back into my literay labrynith
A haven for endless inspirations
The salvation for my denouements

My keyboard is like a piano
I'm playin' it like eighty eights
What could I possibly write about?
Todays senseless random events?
Last nights unfulfilling tossle in the sheets?
The homeless man from last week begging
for change lonely in a crowded street?

Or maybe an instant burst of inspiration
between drags of my burning cigarette
I wish i could cross that bridge past my writers block
Find a new way to write beyond the black and the white

October

October


Brownish green leaves

rustling in the windy sun

The gray clouds foreshadow

as fall marches in
A Viking, a harlequin or bed sheet

to cloak your instrument sin

Pick a costume to hide your mask in

Sing a love song through a grave yard

to ruin a vampires halloween

He'll walk a bloodless road crying

at your demons while staring at the sky
for novemeber rains

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