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.