Crimson Red

Awaken by cylinder beams of light.

Questioning the moments of yesterday.

Broken down with justifiable contrite.

Tears upon hands will never wash the red display  

That played God with crude metal toys.

Blood stains these clothes as I look into eyes

Filled with terror but the background noise

Drills hard in my soul but I clinch away my cries,
Of what moral humanity I once possessed

Now burns straight through the skull,

Watching in utter tormented anguish as I molest 

It; leaving only a empty, lonely, sad hull.

Tomorrow I will visit the graves of the dead.

Tomorrow my tears will shed a crimson red.

   

Sleepless

In dark hours of sleepless nights

I listen to the sounds of your breath.

Lying motionless like the dance of death;

Silently inhaling and exhaling little excites.

Watching you dream of places

Which we hold dear in our hearts.

Wordlessly I hope I'm in parts,

Even in the smallest of spaces.

Without warning I kiss your lips
That taste of a sweet rose red wine.
Your still face smiles as I feels your hips
Grind and your legs tangle like a vine.

Devilish thoughts and inner lust.
Your bright blue eyes caught me.
A leaf trapped in a strong gust.
I can't help but become your detainee.

In the dark hours of sleepless nights
We listen to the sound of our heart beats.
Reaching into peaks beyond any heights
As the sun hits the morning streets.




This is a poem I've been working on for few days now. I might edit it some more later on, but I figured I'd post it so you, my faithful readers can help me out and give me some well needed feedback! As you can tell it is a bit mature, if you haven't guessed what I'm talking about it. Lol anyway enjoy!

Private Sanctuary's

Private sanctuary's we keep

Are exposed to all seeing eyes.

Facebook, twitter, and blogs drill deep

Into our very own lives.

Corporations selling us like cattle

To Government, to other businessmen.

In technological cages we are their chattel.

Social networks abused by evil men

Whom seek to control our actions, our thoughts!

Sadly we become their products, their robots. 

As radio brought human unity so does internet. 

We seek the fellowship of human kindness.

For in every heart that beats is a silhouette 

Of honest good people, nonetheless

Greed poisons these very same hearts.

Once good men now view us as sheep.

Employers creep into the most private parts

Of your life as you put your children to sleep

Not knowing if you will have your job or not.

These are not humans but machines who forgot!

Forgot the simple joys of compassion,

The acts of love for one another!

They no longer have the passion

To think, to feel only to smother 

And sell us to economic markets worldwide.

Governments craft laws such as SOPA,

CISPA to control us and expecting us to abide.  

While we take our few remaining scrapes and gnaw

Into the bone marrow of lost humanity!

No longer, no longer should we abide to such insanity!

Empty Jean Pockets

Reaching in jean pockets

Feeling the soft denim of lint.

A twinge of fear swells like dockets

Piling up forcing you to circumvent. 

Staring at trees with contempt.

Money doesn't grow on trees

But there is no harm to attempt. 

Despite wit my fears cannot ease.

Silently my thoughts turn suicidal. 

Watching moths fly away from leather.

The growing senselessness of being idle 

Finally hits me like winters weather.

What is left is a man in need of pay,

Yet, I am left to suffer as a stray.