Come to me my delicious dark magic brew! My heart races, my senses awaken to your swirling aromas; reminiscent of late night corner lounges Van Gogh’s Parisian street scenes As I lift you to my eager lips, I sense your power. The steaming heat of the ceramic…

Hour 14 – 7:00 PM   Desperado sang through my lungs. A desperate melody is what we hum. Shy shadows develop a friendly conversation. A tune, a song. Something to hang on. A four part harmony to get things hung. Light sway with a walk…

Take me to higher ground Deliver me from Obsessions Compulsions Misdemeaners and Defeat   Deliver me from long lonely nights From undercurrents of drama Repressions Confusions Disclaimers and Deceipt   Take me to higher ground Pull me from self doubt Intensions Confrontations Manipulators Indiscreet  

Home is no longer a feeling it is my bed and people who tell me they love me without me forming a sentence that bears to question them for it my name isn’t whispered it’s the theme of parties who knew that their hugs would…

Doors were shut Her eyes closed Hands trembled Her body shivered Not with pain But fear.. A voice was heard Low chuckle She had made a mistake The price needed to be paid Warnings were now  remembered But she had already entered Now it was…

Red heels, body balanced above. Red dress, fits just like a glove. Red lips, seething with lust. Red rubies, slipped in the secret of my bust. Red flag, beckoning. Red silk sheets, decorate our night, into morning.

“Hey girl, where you going?” Sun’s hardly gone down, And the wolves are out and about already.   “Stranger, Danger!,” I remember. Head down, looking on the ground, Make no eye contact, quick steps away.   But they circle me, taunting rapidly. There’s just no…

Lessons remain unlearnt Woe is me comes gushing forward in Every direction Anger and pain fill the air Closely followed by a moan of self-pitying A cry for help! A pointless exercise in futility A road lays before you what are you choosing for yourself?…

like a whisper chases its shadow,around a domed gallery made of stonewe leap-frog from liaison to liaison, yetin the end, as at the start – are left alone (will you be my gallery, my whisper, or will you just leave me lonesome?)

Robin Williams died He killed himself Hung himself On that horrible date The anniversary Of when she did it Years ago When she died She killed herself Hung herself At 25 Parallels obsessions I read article After article Why did he do it What brought…