Tuesday, September 10, 2002

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the muse
quietly
make him
move
in the darkness
under the canopy
she recoils
from the sight
of the serpent
bobbing out
from the grass
slowly
she moves
dancing in
slow motion
riding
in the rapid
rush of
sweet
sensation
dying
in the arms
of the man
in the darkness
beneath.

Sunday, September 8, 2002

fools paradise


venomous accusations
and
clouded perceptions
only leads
to
dangerous situations
blind to the facts, talking like mad
false prides
deaf to every reason
an egomaniac
loose
on the wrong tracks
it is
too late
for
anything
everything
is
gone
to
nothing
a fool
that
succumbed
to her
own
false
thinking.

Friday, September 6, 2002

dreamscape


when I first gaze into your eyes
my heart beats a bit too fast
and I see my whole world in a flash.

my mind starts to wander
quietly it searches for an answer
as thoughts of you begin to linger .

but dreams that seem to last forever
slowly, it slips through my fingers
as my mind begins to wonder.

truly, I went to sleep to reach a dream
but I woke up and found myself
in a nightmare.



Thursday, September 5, 2002

snake in the grass

Nature tripping, skinny-dipping
a-python came a-jumping
into the heart of god’s creation.

With eyes a-blazing
and vicious tongue protruding
dancing in a twisted dance macabre.

Soft hot lips a-teasing
burning fragile fingers squeezing
recoiling hard from classic strangulation.

Bursting with strength and pleasure
spitting its deadly venom.
Into the abyss of abomination

Deep breathing sensation
gasping for air trying to fight the poison
but in the end died from sheer exhaustion.

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Tuesday, September 3, 2002

Living/ Dead

I have lost my will to live
Some of you will chastise me for saying this

Everyday my existence is a sham
I am battered and weary,
tired and lonely
I am living but dead.

I need a complete rest.
I need to be at peace.
I want to be- Dead.

So, say a little prayer for me
when I put a bullet in my head.
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12.15.2002

Sunday, September 1, 2002

Death Wish

When I die,
bury me
far from
the light of the
sun…

Under the shade
where I can have
my peace
and a much needed
rest.

When I die
do not bring me
flowers
nor sing
songs of
praise.

I just want
a place where
I can be at
peace
and my tired,
weary body
can finally
rest.
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