Being in relationship for 7 years,i sometimes avoided her,perhaps just by human nature
Then went on a tornado of cusses
It was me and my ego that rises
Like a never ending stream of lava
When the swan turned an eagle,
Then a cloud of confusion arose
Claws of arrogance pierced my soul
Left with the fall of a mountain


Trapped in the boundaries of loyality
I lost myself,i lost my own name,my pride

And here i am,ready to light her cigarettes...
With the destiny to kill my every need
And be a guard of the loyality

As she walked into the kitchen she can feel the desire growing within her body, her limbs felt weak with need as she looked around.

Then she saw it, the box. Her craving began to deepen as her hands grasp it.
Her fingers sliding along the plastic parting it slowly to reveal the sweetness hidden deep inside.

Tipping the box watching as the contents gently slide into the bowl. Her desire heightens.

Feeling her desires flooding her limbs as she watches the milk slipping over the flakes gently caressing their edges.

Slowly she slides her spoon into the mix bring it to her succulent lips.

Her tongue slipping out to taste the sweet milky mixture as her body's needs takes her deeper into cravings.

She closes her eyes as she devours everything on the spoon over and over again until nothing is left and her body is satisfied

My Son


My son never saw the light of day,
His nose never wrinkled at the scent of fresh cut hay.
I never got to see the twinkle in his eye,
Til years later when gazing upon a star filled sky.
My boy will never grow into the man he should be,
But I see him, I see him, if only distantly.
My son never saw in my eyes an adoring look,
I never read to him a story from his favorite book.
He lives within my heart to this very day,
I can sometime hear a faint whisper, Daddy, Daddy, it's ok.
My boy will never know the love of a wife,
He'll never bear children or give my grandchildren life.
Though he is gone, I see him everyday,
From my memories, he'll never fade away.
My boy will never feel the warmth of the sun,
He'll never howl at the moon as his father has done.
So very many things he'll never see and do,
but if you catch me staring, it may be him that I see in you.
My son's heart beats within my chest,
It's when thinking of him I am at my best.
Although he is gone and yet I remain,
It's the love of his father's father that helps keep me sane.
My son will never hear the sweet sound of a well played horn,
For you see, My Son, My Son, My Son, was stillborn.



M.Z.C

A cancer poem.

I sit here and stare at an empty chair

Where you used to be and remember your smile

But you left, passed through that door

where only memories live on, and the tightness builds

I promised I wouldn't be weak, that I'd be strong

Not for myself, but for our family and it's hard

So, I sit here and mourn, for me, quietly, in the dark

And I feel like I've lost my anchor to reality

So I put on a brave face and go through the motions of being human

And no one sees the piece of me that's missing