Two-Step

Misguided by forgiveness,
I extol my admonishments
with a bejeweled tongue.
Sharp-witted proverbs
directed by subversive agenda
disguise our discourse
as we pirouette around niceties.
I experience reality
with a dash of disbelief.
Feigned delight
peppers our well manicured exchange
aptly seasoned with melodic undertones.
Only a sophisticated palette
can deconstruct this interchange.
With distant eyes
we engage in this torrid fellowship,
I may be a sucker for love, but I am nobody's fool.

Explained

Forever altered by past events,
shaped by the momentum of my history;
I lose myself
in the thoughts of tomorrow
while I try to escape today.
I offer you the unabridged edition to my heart
and the footnotes of my soul:
Remarkably misunderstood,
a paradigm cloaked in dissonance.
I am a lost lover
with a broken spaceship
just trying to find my way home.

Hush...

I am ensnared by cursed lips,
tormented by life's secret
whose mere breath births destruction.
I struggle to reign my tongue
and subjugate my secret.
Hushed whispers of demise
are confided to my soul
which is already overwhelmed
with its task.
Empty eyes search my depths
not looking for what it wants to find,
justifying its non-existence
with its presupposed absence.
With an abrogative conscience
I begin my lovers soliloquy.

Think about me

I am the keeper of many things:
Idle breaths,
momentary fantasies,
the ardent desires of your heart,
illicit thoughts that purge your soul.
They all reside with me,
tamed under the supervision of an irascible bravado,
walled by years of carnal knowledge,
only to be set free by the humble remorse of your being.
I am your conscience

made for each other

Insanity begets insanity
just as misery loves company.
My unfulfilled promisies
sharpen your angst
as we attempt to cajole
hand in hand down our aisle.
Empty fervors regurgitate from our lips
as we recite age old pronouncements.
So dear, take not my hand
and abide not by my words
because these vows are empty.

For you

Grief abides
with tear soaked eyes
as my hand comforts her thighs
and back.
Stale midnight breath
only knows what was spoken
offering words as a token
as she copes with a heart that was broken,
trying to understand.
Drawing from within
to me she cried
in me did she confide
feelings for one who had died
so underservedly.
Shed not your tears,
because all is not lost,
and all life comes with a cost
ours was paid for on the cross,
be not afraid.
Baby take comfort
with each sunrise
comes new bright eyes
and the abundance of lives,
grief ebbs with time.
I love you

Is there room for me

My fettered consciousness
suffers from acute economic starvation.
My life is positioned
under The Thumb,
with guided breaths
and guided steps;
sloshed through
the trough of life
and ushered into place.
The stagnant air
serves as a constant reminder
of the low ceiling
that is my zenith.
Aspirations dashed
as gravity massages the acrid taste
of reality down my throat.
Defined lines and
"divine" placement
express the unnatural order of things.
Everyone knows whats good for me
just as long as I remember my place.