I promiseTake my handI promise not to let go.
Uninvited GuestI make you so uncomfortableI see it in your eyesYoure not quite sureHow to turn awayOr if thats really what you wantMy eyes follow youAround the roomYou paste a smile uponYour faceYoure so afraidOf what Ill seeMaybe more of what I wontI amYour uninvited guestThe one thats always thereBoth the one thats there in the futureAnd the figment from your pastThe one you wish would go awayYet you keep coming back for more
Next time, Ill host.
DesertHow does one sleepWith a silence so loudA chill wind racing across the desertAlmost roaring in my earsA faint whiff of smoke upon the airMillions of starsCircling over my headMaking my head spinThese stonesEver patientEver stillContinue to praise the silence of timeSomething unseenAnd timeless lives hereThere is an old wildnessAnd almost serene complexitySecret silent memoryA presence where nothing is lostOr forgotten
SootheYour voice, so early in the morningHelps to erase the last vestigesOf dreams yet again gone bad.
ClosedEyes that cannot seeEars that will not hearA heart not open to receiveAll I have to give
AutumnBrazenlyShe comes forthIn a dressOf reds and goldSlowly she undressesNaked and vulnerableShe liesWaiting for himTo come warm her bedHe teases herWith his warmthSlowly she relaxesAnd begins to bloomFrom this floweringShe shows signs of bearing fruitHeavier she growsUntil she bursts forthWith all her abundanceSlowlyShe dressesOnce againIn her gown of red and goldOnly to wander elsewhere
FortressThe walls Ive builtTo surround the keepOf where I house my heartTheyre tall and wideAnd ages oldA fortress for my soulFrom the parapets I watchThem be constantly battered and rammedIts not that you desireTo reside hereOr are interested in whats withinMore that you want to sack and pillageMerely for the sake of conquerAs part of its defenseI release the weapons of my tongueStill on you batter and ramOnly intending to inflict damageNeither realizing nor caringThat if youd only knockedYoud have gained entrance
PonderingWhich is better?To suffer from the illusion of beingcherished & lovedOr to face the realityOf being merelyTolerated and alone
My VampiresWith a false sense of sincerityIve probably heardI love youEasily a thousand timesAnd coming fromThe lips I loveIt hurts me all the moreHow can you loveWhat you do not knowNor an interest to even learnYou only repeat back to meWhat you think I want to hearBut what I wantYou dont understandNeither do you careWhat is it you want from meDo you even knowYour sense of greedLeaves me weakVampiresEach and every one