You do not have to penetrate to rape,
you can steal souls with deeds and denial.
You do not have to bludgeon to murder,
you can cut deep wounds with silence.
...
Not just a word, a life.
Not just a belief, a right.
Not to be discarded for folly.
Not to be abused so grossly.
...
Opinions are like a+++++++s and one thing is true,
we all have at least one and others more than a few.
Opinions are like rusty knives that cut without looking,
causing wounds to fester and needless bleeding.
...
With my body draped as a passive gift,
I give you my flesh in which to scribe.
All my yearns are lost in the cuts and pain,
all my visions blurred in this moment of sanctity.
...
Me and my pony hooked up on the Chicago Eastside and went for a ride,
we grabbed a corndog in Springfield and pulled our way on to Route 66.
In Oklahoma we sat with an Indian chief, watching movies while lovers kissed,
and turned a collar to a Cadillac ranch in Amarillo, blue lips and fresh Texas snow.
...
It has been three years, she said,
and I am finally getting better.
It would have been easier, she said,
if he just showed, he was one bit ashamed.
...
I walked by your gentleness today looking for my daily dose of pain.
Evil attractions caught my eye and burned a fraught feminine flame.
No scratch, slap, no punch, no kick, can compete with the cut of words.
A repeat offender returning to the scene of crime, to relive every hurt.
...
Hold tight to the cold painted steel,
don’t let the charcoal waves know you.
Grip tight on the last vestiges of a lost self,
while the storm clouds turn growling seas black.
...
Your guts scream stop and the sordid sickness make flesh fade
Without closure there are no new roads just dark paths to the past
Cliché fill thoughts, “dammed if I do, dammed if I don’t”, while bile bites
Boxing ugly shadows that laugh at you efforts and watch you slowly die
...
She looked down at me from her willing white pony,
her Tennessee eyes delved for rescue, waiting, tempting me to run away.
A Lakota Mustang's white shield my only defence against those dark pools,
pools of lost dreams, pools of hidden desires, pools of sorrows past.
...