It’ll be over soon

He held me still by the arms…

Running his hands through my hair…

Bringing them down to my lips…

A tear crawling to his fingers…

His body pushing me farther behind,

His lips on my neck,

I tried to scream,

I knew he couldn’t hear me now.

Tearing my innocence,

With his bare hands and skin,

He looked at me for a moment,

He held me close, so still.

Lost in his trance state,

He forced himself on me,

The curtains flying to the breeze,

Red covered my wounds.

I stopped trying to run away…

I moved to scars as I held him…

I heard him smile…

‘Don’t rape me’, another tear fell…

He had whispered to me then,

‘It’ll be over soon’

It isn’t… It never will be…

Shame

She stood by the corner between the light and haze,

Looking at the room fill in and empty out…

She looked at them together in her mind,

Falling like domino pieces in air.

Sipping her tea slowly,

She tugged harder at her skirt.

Her short legs exposed as she walked,

She pushed her socks down.

Moving her head to the numbing sound,

Sounds of laughter dancing to the music…

A hand pulling her by the waist,

She came face to face with him.

Dancing to the rhythm of our bodies,

His lips pushed against my skin hard,

He whispered in my ear lightly,

‘I can’t believe I haven’t met you yet.’

I pushed him back against the wall,

Trapped in passion enveloping us,

Liberated in that numb moment,

We let go in the garden of temptation.

‘You can think of him tonight’

He whispered in my ears.

I looked at him knowingly,

Another night, another stranger.

Born in the their wrong time,

Born in the their wrong place,

Born in the their wrong form,

Born every moment.

Love of a moment for every moment…

Higher than lust of one eternal moment…

Love lost in the wild greed,

Greed of another moment.

Shame in the love for greed,

Higher than lust of the material,

Not lost in the their need to stop,

No Shame...

To the Moon and Back

Tunes of another time

Of Love and Loss

Love of a night…

Lost in the daylight…

Tunes of another kind

Of Power and Greed

Power over self…

Greed to never stop…

Tunes of another life

Of a life forgotten

Life in a home…

Forgotten in the wild…

Tunes of another girl

Of a homeless world

Homeless by choice…

World of the wild…

Lost in the abyss

Of never knowing,

Kissed by the stars…

On the lips...

Found in the Garden of Eden,

Biting the apple…

From the snake’s mouth,

Kissed by the maker…

Lost in the web,

Of her making…

In love with…

Creatures of the Dark…

Found in the loss…

Found in every life…

Found in everything…

Lost when Found…

To every life at the same time…

To everything through nothing…

To every orgasm through every kiss…

To the Moon and back...

Blue Jazz Nights

 Hues of orange surrounding the sky...

Darkness starting to creed in...

The glass door creaks open,

There I walked in.

You pushed a glass towards me,

Your fingers slowly  pulling on my scarf,

Warmth of your breath playing on my neck,

I push you back and turn to run.

Sitting by the river now...

Silence of the night...

Broken by the waves...

Walls of our own making...

Into each night and then again,

Beyond each hour and time,

 Veiled tears of grief and love,

Make me go weak in my knees.

Jazz music in this dingy pub,

The sultriness in the breeze,

I remembered him tonight,

I longed for a weakness.

Prayer flags in the sky...

Moaning amidst blurred lines...

The touch of a stranger...
Kissing under the stars...

Dancing on toes all night...

Blue Jazz nights... Into abyss

Confessions of a Writer

I like to think I am a Writer.

The content of this post is of an inflammable nature.

It must be indulged in with in the most retarded state of mind

I should have been a better writer. I realized it when I started writing this

I may or may not deny these based on who you are

Indifference is the key. The subject will change.

Promiscuity defines a poet's life. The subject will change.

Bad grammar is fine. Bad writing is not.

Being greedy with Life is good... And only that

Friends are the family you choose... Choose carefully.

Trust no one... The sooner you learn the worse off you will be

Travel is evolution of self in its best form

Lies are always acceptable... Except when it becomes masochistic

Life's style and Lifestyle can be two very different things

Nothing is sexier in a person than intelligence

What I write is the only eternal truth I have

Amidst the rubble...

Laughing on the couch,

She lightly kisses the haze…

In the arms of strangers,

She dances in circles…

Holding on to the curtains,

She turns around to see the noise,

Just one more time,

Crave for the morning…

Throwing her glass on the wall,

She tip toes around shattered glass,

Jumping across roofs,

Falling in beds…

Woken up by the cannon balls,

Smeared lipstick on the walls,

Shards of glass in her soul,

She lights the cigarette.

Another night of driving around,

Another kiss in the air,

Another knock breaks her trance,

Ashes of a forgotten time…

She rolls under the ivory sheets,

She kisses to the moans…

Amidst the chaos…

Amidst the haze…

Amidst the rubble…