Bookends

��Bookends hold together ideas
Sandwiched between lies
Fishing out creativity
Cliche ridden
Guilt providing
Repetitive
Only a few stand out from the solitude
And those
I choose
To put between the special
Bookends of my brain

.......For Sale!

��Hypocrisy can't look in the mirror.
Hypocrisy feels tears behind those narrowed eyes
She's constantly pissed
Blame and excuses make her day.
Hypocrisy knows
Yet will not change
She ends up hating without reason
A tyrant with remorse only for her own butterflies
Ask me, 'How do you know this'

I wish you could see my covered mirrors

Love Infinitesmal

�� Eyes
Rimmed in natural nutmeg
Black depths of sweet
Innocent yet not
Beauty as brutal as slitting my own throat
Tounge
Body
Gentle as no one but a man can be
Virginal in body I
Yet in my mind you've raped me
over and over
Just as I begged you to


Pure happiness of heart
Impaled by many dreams
Wet and Dry
Geometrically
And scientifically in every facet
Of every way
How I will love
And how you must love me