Purging

I stick my finger down my heart,

To purge any thoughts left of you,

I’m left gagging on the curds of our love,

Rolling the acidic taste of your bile on my tongue,

When all that’s left is emptiness,

Your memory still claws at me from within.

I choke on the words you feed me,

I gag on the lies you spread,

I taste the deceit as it kills me,

But I still call you my friend.

The salt of your skin is a memory,

Your kisses bring me life,

The air influxes like a memory,

A haunting thought of being your wife…

I feel it taking over, but I’m not ready again,

Why must you still scratch your name in my skin?

Monday's Can Be Pretty...

Today I am inspired by things that are:

Calming,

Full of aged-wisdom that I'd like to drink like fine wine,

and last but not least, Inspirational .

Salesman

I see you, with your crocodile tears,

And your opportunist smiles,

You make them laugh so you

Can stretch their miles,

But I know, I know who you are,

I know you’re just another salesman,

Trying to sell another car.

The Dance

“And do you- she asked,

“Do you wear the mask?”

He smiles from the corner of his eye,

“Only to save me from the past.”

She sighs because she hates the dance,

The skittish gestures of a budding romance,

“Why must we talk in code and hide what’s real,

When all I want to do is tell you how I feel?”

And so is the end of another story’s day,

But only fate will end their play.

Gambling

Riddle me this and riddle me that,

It’s just another riddle from the scorpion’s cap.

Do you dance or do you stare,

Pray tell me sir, would you dare?

Take the bet, don’t take the bait,

There’s only one way to play this straight,

Lay it down or fold em’ over,

You cannot keep your four leaf clover.

It weighs on my soul,

It’s the musk that hangs in the air,

And slowly takes it’s toll,

It rolls in your gut and penetrates your eyes,

It creeps up your legs and swirls around your thighs,

You know what’s coming but how do you prepare?

What do you do when you can’t be there?

All the King’s horses and all the King’s men,

Couldn’t save her broken hen,

You’re scared of reality, you’re scared of the truth,

Life has a bitter way of stealing our youth,

It won’t come early, it won’t come late,

You don’t know your time,

You can’t control fate.

Once Upon A Fairy Tale

Once upon a fairy tale

There was a pretty lad

He bowed before a lady

And promised all he had

Upon receiving her in faith

He turned and spurned her love

Leaving her in agony

With a heavy hearted shove.

Her doom and gloom spread out

And darkened all the land

Until nightmares and divorce

Were all that that could be had

A committee went out in search

Looking to find

Another love for the maiden

To turn her back to kind.

But 'love cannot be rushed' she said

And weeped until she cried

She spread her hands about her face

To hide the pain from his lies

To save her people from disgrace

She turned herself to stone

And spent the rest of her days

Frozen and alone.

Scorpion

You’re an empath, so you think you already know,

But I’ve got a lifetime of pretending not to care,

So play your little mind games, I can match every row,

Run, run, as fast as you can, catch me if you dare,

Beware his passionate embrace or his lovely eyes,

He’s shifty, quick and crafty, he’ll burn you with his lies…

I try to remember that you really don’t care,

But it’s impossible to think of anything else,

When you’re always right there,

So I climb up and up trying to find where the sky stops,

Hoping there’s a cliff or a giant mountain top,

There I can fling myself over into the fiery pits below,

Anything to avoid the pain of another scorpion’s blow.  

Numb

And so it falls apart

The monster inside picks at the crumbs

Savoring every last flavor

As the remaining heart goes numb.

You took yours a long time ago

Encased it in steel

To protect yourself from reality

To protect yourself from what’s real.

I was too stubborn to stop you

I just kept dreaming,

Living in an alternate reality,

While you kept bleeding out in front of me.

You pick at my defenses,

You shout at my tears,

But I kept quiet and numb,

Even after all these years.

Empty Dreams

I'm in an empty desert,

Following my dreams,

No one else can see them,

I'm alone as it seems.

But I don't care, I'm strong enough,

I've got hope as my lazer beam,

Gonna shoot through this pain,

And fill my cup with empty dreams.

I've got the follow through,

Only I can turn the key,

I'm building up my spine with steel,

I don't need anyone to carry me.

When the wind won't serve me,

I'll take to the oars,

Let my intentions be genuine,

Let love sweat from my pores.

I know I'm strong enough,

I've got hope as my lazer beam,

Gonna shoot through this pain,

And fill my cup with empty dreams.