

Fairy TalesThere was apon a once time a widow of some unreal crime who sat upon my shoulder who sat and whispered make-believe into my day to dayFairy Tales
She told me my prince charming with his
disarming cynicism was the creation of my death-wish
(wish I could make her understand what man could not be replaced by a razor blade or a hand grenade)
Tasted the touch of his heat play-dough play no longer play when it forms the fate of all desire
if dreams were real I would have raped his soul to


The Beastthis "thing" they call insanity the beast,the watchdog the guardian of my past and future which I daily walked or dragged (when it wasn't dragging me) silver chain between us sometimes,slack with fatigue,more oftThe Beast


The Awakeningshe is pacing a distant shore waves lick her sandy feet sea urges her into it's chilled embrace with dreams of meramaids and eternal rest another ocean but the same salty taste tracks down her downy cheek lapped up by tongue and memory now waves stroke playfully at her knees as acrid sea wind sings songs of peace she tucks stray hairs behind an ear cocks her head to better hear promise of seaweed arms that cling with lust but mean no harm the sea holds tight about her waist tugs her gently,without haste sandy floor sucks on her toes begs her not goThe Awakening


rabbitsshe cuts her flesh to find her soul asking why a diamond is worth more then coal Flesh and blood must surely bore a lonely child becomes a hoarrabbits
she asked if he even cared but after all,he only stared and time drips,drips,drips the drops obscure the yesterdays that never were the glance of chance that did not occur
how hard would it be to bundle up this imagery and in hand,in tow tied with a clever bow deliver me...say,say,say "why did you never ask that I might have pushed away that I might have turned aside the adva
--
my stock images: [link]
--
I'll Treat you all the same like dogs-Bo
--
Some had stars apon thars
Previous PageNext Page