Preying to My Goddess

Finding your body in this darkened room,

Covers bunched

Around you, your own private cocoon.

Fingers spayed, seeking

To feel your hair, your skin

Smoothly pressed against

Me now.

Let me prey to your flesh

In this darkened shrine, let me consecrate this passion,

My goddess.

This night, let me kneel over you,

You’re back to me

To feel your muscles tense and push back to me.

This night, let me kneel to your sanctuary,

To hear your moaned blessing

I will worship this passion for you.

Castle of Dreams

All this space waiting to be filled, with words,

With lies, with hope, with dreams, with lies,

With hate, with love, lost amid the white

Waiting for my castle – your castle

The castle of dream weaving.

Call center

Staring at this screen and this key board and this phone and all these people calling in

When are they going to realize that I just don’t give a fuck
I don’t want to help you I don’t want to talk to you
Go fuck yourself
I don’t want to do this for a living
And I don’t care aobut your problems
I don’t want to hear your whiny ass bitchy little voice coming through my headsett nomore
Thank you for calling, what seems to be the issue?

I wanna

God I am bored, with this job, with this position in life!


I wanna be a millionare!

I wanna tour the world!

I wanna drive a fast car!

I wanna fuck pretty girls!

This shit blows!

I wanna wear a top hat with no pants!

I wanna have a collection of monicles to wear!

I wanna walk into a car dealership and buy all of the cars!

I wanna go into my garrage and pick the ride that matched my shoes!

I wanna pick the ice that drops jaws!

This shit blows!

Give me a yacht!

Give me a helicopter !

Give me six boats to cruise around the world!

Give me all those nice clothes!

Give me three planes to go anywhere in th world!

Give me that nice house in the hills!

Give me that swanky apartment down town!

This shit blows!

BOCA BEAN

steaming mug of

coffee waiting to

be drank

steaming quietly

patiently sleepily

waiting

I Love The Way

I love the way
you love
to love.
So early in the morning.
Light is grey,
a hint of chill
birds dont dare to stir.
I love the way
you love to love.
So late in the night.
A nimbus glow
around the moon.
I love the way you love to
love.

White Pickett Fences

Building blocks of life
fill my head
with dreams:
white picket fences;
prisons for dogs and kids,
June Cleaver, MILF of the century,
waiting for Ward to leave for work
lets one rip.

People come, people go.

Unknown what they think.

Thought skitters through consciousness,

of people and times past.

Unaware of darkness pressed so close.

Gohsts of Memories Past

Swimming through darkness
searching in vain for the light
unshed tears fill my eye
wandering paths unseen
voices around and to the sides
like ghosts half glimpsed
haunts of memories past
of light and security
far gone this deep night
searching in vain for the light
love lost

darkness before the light

sitting.
alone.
on this dark dark night.
waiting.
watching.
for this light that you hold.
sitting alone in this dark night, waiting alone in this cold.
waiting for the light to shine upon me.
that fabled light that you hold.
the glow that stories speak.
which prophecie has fortold.

Im cold in this lonliness.
Im alone in this night. with nothing around me i fight.
my self mine own worst enemy.