The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

The Girl Who Wasn't There

on and on

strung out stuck out stood up walked on and it goes on and on...
look up look down never look back and it goes on and on...
besides myself inside myself within myself without myself and it goes on and on...
left my soul out lost my mind on the sidewalk somewhere...
here and there i looked for myself everywhere and it goes on and on...
thoughts of this and that feelings all come to mean nothing...
why where what how whether neither...
either ways doubts and it goes on and on...
lost a lot gained a little gathered pieces broken stolen self respect and it goes on and on...
tear torn tattered leaving bit by bit behind...
finder keeper night walker dream chaser winner loser and it goes on and on
tired taken kept forsaken seeking sought love the wrath of god and it goes on and on...
breathe fire ashes blown tears hidden pain unknown bosom slashed fingers encashed and it goes on and on...
never ever always forever my own our own their own hidden never shown and it goes on and on...
this is the day that is the way this is where you enter this is where i exist you are the solemn human i am the cursed beast and it goes on and on
freckled speckled bedazzled urged nudged nursed the last the first and it goes on and on...
held felt wept laughed shrieked shrunk bloom gloom stood together fought together fought each other kissed the upper lip u kissed the nether and it goes on and on...
a bond of blood a bond of soul a bond of bonds a bond of the bonds of bond lost never found and it goes on and on...
depth of the sea the depth of sleep the dead of the night the wake of the dawn the sleep of the demons the waking up of angels and it goes on and on...
bundle of nerves bundle of wealth bundle of fortunes lost bundles opened and left bundles of gold turned to stone rub spit shine polish make it turn and it goes on and on...
turn your back get back stay back the beauty and me the hunchback poetry short story narrative repetitive say it all sketch it all make you see make you believe and it goes on and on...
strung out stuck out stood up walked on and it goes on and on...
look up look down never look back and it goes on and on...
besides myself inside myself within myself without myself and it goes on and on...

home is where you are

brick by brick we've built a house...

inch by inch we've made it into our home...

the colours of the wall..

the fabric of the drapes...

and the direction of the french window opening into our lawn...

day after day..we've imagined it all...

now all i wish for...

is to hold your hand...

and walk together into what no longer is just a dream

our quaint little home, by the beach and the sea..

and look into each others eyes and know

we now have something that is our very own

Mis.Justice (Work In Progress)

Guilt

bared fangs with acid tips

stare into the abyss you call eyes

reminding you of what you buried deep

unforgiving...i am unforgiving...you vermin, it screams

agitated, moving with a ferocious gait

a bundle of nerves thumping blood

like the mad crescendo of a tribal drum

relishing the look of your sickening grief

it smells fear doused in your sweat

it's inviting, it says, with a sadist's grin

oh the look! sends down a numbing chill

the sound of smacking lips

the nauseating smell of rotten flesh

and the traces of dried blood

limb by limb i shall tear you apart

and rip you open

taunting. take a look inside

and see how shallow you seem

one final look at those bared fangs with acid tips

tell you that the deed is done

and it shall now return

satisfied...knowing

you're buried next to your biggest dread

night vision

come and lie down next to me

your eyelids seem like curtains of iron, heavy and weary

rest your head against my bosom and wrap your spindly legs around me

the promised land, the blissful heaven they are all right here

beneath a patch of scented fur

look at me and think of venus

consume me like i'm your maenads

controlled, rapture, manic, calm

disrobe them and bring them along

a night of feasts, an orgy of the hungry beasts

see how the curtains of weariness lifts

and gives a glimpse of the rising one

all this, at first, may seem twisted and distorted

but to think of it, who in their right mind is sorted

come, devour as you choose

spend me and be spent

know me as you know yourself

no veils of shame, no disguise of decency needed here

embrace your desires

dip deep into my back with your nails

and enslave my ecstasy