MERRY CHRISTMAS

It's the 26th now and I guess I should've written something about Christmas at least a day ago. I've never really been much of a holiday person. I celebrate them now for my children so they can have what I didn't as I child. And I don't mean toys and money and things. I mean a Christmas without their parents beat up or in jail. I want them to know and believe that holiday after holiday I'll be there for them. That I can be counted on. Other than that, I really don't want anything for Christmas, any Christmas. I believe you should show love and cherish the people around you every day. Waiting for a special day to show you care is ridiculous. If you felt like I didn't care for you for 364 days, how can a gift from me on a day everyone gets a gift make you feel any different? It shouldn't. Merry Christmas!

HANDFUL OF DIMES

One dollar, handful of dime',

Only place to go tonigh'

Is out of my mind.

She's running the street'

As I sink into my drink.

The only thing that comes

easily is the pain.

It's always been that way.

So hard to love anyone

I had to fall for her.

This home is nothing but walls,

And every saturday night

It's only their dress that falls.

They lay in my bed of shame,

my lips only savor her name.

HE ASKED FOR NOTHING

And I said to the Devil,

“Where you been?”

“I’ve always been here.”

“Are you a friend?” I asked.

“You’re a friend of mine.” he smiled back.

“I’m tired of running.”

“Stay with me and get some sleep.” he offered.

I slept in the devil’s bed.

He asked for nothing in return,

But the sights of pain never left my head.

HOTEL ROOM

She hid herself in his arms,

In the warmth and black of his chest.

And he held her like holding a dream,

Something beyond him. 

Checkout time was noon,

Her husband expected her soon.

But for a moment she was his and him hers.

They knew everything ahead

would be less than what they held then.

He didn't see her cry.

She didn't see him die.

She did her make up 

As he played with the key.

He dropped it as her phone rang.

I love you and I'll be there soon,

He heard as he left the room.

Walking out on her, 

On the devil in his bed.

LOVE NO ONE

She held him cold natured,

Hinting painfully of rapture.

But she held it all inside

For the vagabonds and idlers to divide.

She loved him so,

But with the biggest wave

She would let him go.

Love no one, save

the one who took your soul.

Love no one, save the one

who took it all.

Love no one, love no one, love no one.

SHE THOUGHT HIM PLAIN

Don't you know I love you, he said

As she soaked in the rain.

Taking him inside her,

Her heels in the small of his back.

Tell me you love me, he begged

And she moaned and slapped him.

Her hips not yet satisfied.

He cried on her breasts and

She thought it rain.

He died in her arms

And she thought him plain.

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SEX AND RAIN

This will not end well,
His heart said the first time he saw her.
He could not turn away
From the beauty of her face.
Forget her vibrant taste.
And all for what?
A night, a few hours
A fleeting moment of her pleasure.
He landed in a fiery hell.
Of lust and pain,
Of sex and rain.
Of being left behind
Again and again
By a woman who could not love,
Could not hold, could not be.
Could not be whom he wanted her to be.

SUNSET

The sun goes down.

Along with my blood.

I think of all those times,

When I could’ve and would’ve and should’ve.

If I could only have one more,

I’d drive a wedge between myself

And who I want to be.

I would make it happen,

I would live.

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SELLING LOVE

Your loaded gun eyes

And cutthroat smile.

Throwing men into your pile.

Living at the roll of the dice.

Keeping all your lies high in the sky

Away from loving eyes.

Never understanding the hate you bought.

The hearts you caused to rot.

All the misery your games brought.

SHARE MY BED

It’s one more night alone.

If you think you got time to spare,

I wish you would,

Lay beside me I wish you would.

Breathe in my memories,

Drink my tears.

Wash away the dirt that is my name.

When you share my bed,

You share my shame.

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JUDAS SPOKE . . .

I remember how you bit your lip

As Judas spoke.

Still you boarded that one way ship.

Leaving behind all the smoldering smoke.

How long before your soul began to rot?

Could you smell the decay day to day?

At what price was your love bought?

To the highest bitter or whoever would pay?

Falling Dresses

She took off her dress, it fell on a wooden floor.

She knew she was beautiful,

She knew he had no defense.

The poor kid had no clue.

She had only one use for you.

He did as he was told.

Couldn't see he was getting old.

In the moonlight he could see

What the wetness of her breast,

The taste of her could not reveal.

His, she would never be.

But he did his best,

With no right answer for that test.

She took off her dress . . .

And his heart beat it to the floor.

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On the Canvas of the Spaniard

The days melted atop one another.

Like paintings from the Spaniard.

I stared intently, all that time,

As my life swirled down the drain.

So many miles away, I heard

The car door slam as he

Drove my girl away.

They laughed and they sang and they drank.

The sweat danced on her breasts,

As he finished.

She smiled sweetly as she thought of someone she used to know.

She used to love. She used his love.

I kissed the winds that

brought her to me.

I bathed in the rains

That washed her away.

I hid behind a dark spot

On the canvas of the Spaniard.

He melted everything.

The years between life and death

You don’t really die when your heart stops. Most people die long before that. See, a little bit of you dies each time a dream dies. When you realize you’ll never be President, a piece of you dies. Then you realize you’ll never be a sports star or movie star, more of you dies. Then you realize you’ll never have enough money and more of you dies. You try to replace those dreams with better ones but all you gain is more death because those dreams will whisk by as well. The nail in your coffin comes when you realize the biggest dream of all, what has been packaged so beautifully since childhood for you, doesn’t exist. The Blue Prince you dreamed of or the Damsel in Distress you were supposed to save will never be and you find yourself in bed with someone you can’t stand and thirty years have passed by and, really you’re dead. Sure you wake up dress yourself and eat and work and pay bills and sweat at night with someone you never really knew, but that’s not living. There’s no passion in your day, no emotions because all hope is dead. The light you should emit from within has flickered out. Your soul, because that’s what life is not blood pressure and heartbeats, is dead.