Inked in fresh wet blood,
Overflowing flood
Of pleasures and pains
Spilled on life's pages,
Splattered drops of rain
Write salt stained poems.

Tattooed tears fall from
Enraged animals
Confined in cages,
Vividly real dreams
Animate unrest,
Unsated hunger,
Seething human beats.

Nightmares never cease
Fighting forlorned pasts
On paths to find peace,
Or at least pieces
Thought lost and scattered,
Tattered wreckage bits
From another life
Recklessly thrown out.

They've never known me
But forgot me not,
A spot blotted out
And bleached but still there,
Wherever this is.

"Who will I be now?"
"What do I become?",
I often wonder,
Putting together
Infinite pieces
Of broken Puzzles
That were my life.

He heads towards the sea to wash his hands,
Thickly called dirt covers his skin,
Grains crust and crumble falling behind,
Bread crumbs trailing back to the crime.

Sanguine foot prints look black in the night;
They follow him from hell beyond.
His shadow flees hiding from street lights,
Leaving him lonely as day dawns.

He inhails, smells sulfur in damp air,
Ocean salt and rust as he nears.
Thick mist embraces him in the night,
Fog hides him from his deepest fears.

Silent black tides broke by crashing waves,
An errie laugh, but no one's there.
The moons reflection beckons him home,
A golden path through the unknown.

A cherry glows near faceless figures,
Stars hauntingly leer the dead.
He feels every heart beat thump through him
As he replays scenes in his head.

He needs to make it to the sea to go home again,
To be baptized beneath cool waters washing away his sins

Where were you then?
It's a selfish, self seeking, self important question,
But it crosses his mind
Time after time,
Like a chorus repeating
Line after line.

Choirs watched while he was drowning,
Fighting and gaping for air
his hand reached out for help,
But they swiped it away saying,
"It's an ocean of his own making."

Words echoed in his head as waves broke,
As bubbles of his last breath were escaping.
His lungs burned,
Filling with water
As he sank below the blue
To murky dark depths below.

It was there he found a treasure
Anchored alone in a water grave.
It was there the whole time
Waiting to be found.

When westerly winds died down
And high tide slowly turned,
He returned from the sea
Dragging a heavy chain.

Where were you then?
He feel to his knees exhausted,
Yet still tugging the rusted links.
A curious crowd gathered to watch,
Sea gulls cawed in anticipation,
Strangers stepped forward helping pull the load,
But where were you then?

After an eternity it emerged
Exposing a forgotten treasure to the world.
Finally, you stepped out of the crowd
With open arms out to embrace,
But he didn't recognize you.
It's funny what drowning does to memories,
"I don't know you." He said.



Thanks for the comments and thoughts

A blind man contemplates beauty
Feeling the warm sun shining on his face.
He stands high on the cliffs acute edge,
Unaware of his place near the end of the earth.

Blue jays near-by sing gleeful songs
While joyfully jumping from tree to tree.
He heard loose pebbles bounce, skip, and fall
The long way down deep into the chasim below.

Having drink from the deepest seas,
He still tastes the cool salt water on his face.
He remembers cold crisp ocean sprays
As waves crashed against sharp rocks caging them in place.

Rocks held back floods threatening land
Allowing fragile lithe flowers too bloom.
They generously share their beauty
Filling warm air with sweetly scented perfumes.

A blind man smells her fragrant scent
Knowing beauty although his eyes don't see.
Beauty is not in the beholder's eyes,
But in her every touch, true heart, and living free.

True beauty is music to his ears,
A sirens song for the world to hear.

Thank u all for the input..I try

She silences the room
Solemnly entering.
Hearts slip over lost beats,
Lungs forget how to breathe,
Eyes sear to memory
The vision they behold.

My soul chills by her look
Beckoning me nearer,
Slowly luring me closer
Where we tightly hook arms.
We talk in hushed whispers
like familiar old friends,
But I'm a defenceless
captive unable to leave.

Bewitched by her soft spell,
Dazed enchanted crowds freeze
Not daring to risk moves
As our lithe dance begins.
Mesmerized by her grace
She seduced to song.

We play slow sensual games;
Teasingly light touches
Dissolve all doubts and fears.
Cold hands envelop me
In a snake like embrace,
Parting lips draw closer
Till I feel her faint breath,
Then she stops, promising
She will be waiting here,
But now it's not our time,
For hers is the kiss of death,
My loving Paramore.


Sorry I didn't mean to pay this 3 times and I don't see how to delete the extra ones

Thank u.. But it's about no one particular and yet about every woman and yet only the one special one..u know what I mean... How could u?I don't even know. Lol

If I'm honest,
I must confess
I've never been
Honest before.

I've done some things
I do regret,
But I'm not that
Man any more.

I have spent some
Time should searching,
I mean searching
For my lost soul.

I've found my way
Out of my hell,
Found the pieces
To make me whole.

If I'm honest,
I was captive
To inner fears
Held deep within.

I never loved,
I could not love
While deeply lost
In mortal soon.

Now I'm a boy
With a new toy
Trying to find
Out how it works.

I hold my heart
Ready to give,
But wonder if
Her Love Will hurt.

I'm ready now
To learn the rules,
Taking the chance
To be loves Fool.

In dreams I'm drowning
I can't swim, losing my breath
In her eyes deep pools.

Drifting in dark seas,
I see her brightly lit smile
Lighting up the night.

Peace found for awhile,
A soft wind, with her slight touch
All storms fade away.

I do not need much,
Her kisses feed my hunger,
Her juice sates my thirst.

Let me go under,
Leave me to drown in my sleep
If she is my sea.

A small cabin in the woods
In mountains nestled among trees,
Lakeside beside still waters
Trout leap and eagles sail the breeze.
Isicles hang dangling down,
Snow flakes softly fall all around.
Smoke puffs fighting nights cold freeze,
Winter's white snow blinkets the ground.
Squirrels chatter gathering nuts,
Blue jays dance lithely to and fro.
Pine scents hang in the cool spring air,
Fresh green saplings sprout up to grow.
Near-by an icy Creek seeks rest,
Autumn leave paint the forest red.
Sunsets turn the sky golden
Leaving some glad summer's dead.

A small cabin in the woods
To enjoy peace, beauty, and the shortness of life.