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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