Replaceable

Remember that night when,
Darkness fell,
Our worlds violently colliding,
Explosion of anger and rage.

Eruption rooted from,
Your own mouth-watering,
Temptress corruption.

Emptiness in your eyes,
Overflowed tears,
My rapacious appetite to,
Maul and rupture your,
Soul into tiny,

P
    I
         E
              C
                   E
                        S…..

Of sharp,
   Shattered,
       Shards
            of
               Glass.

I didn’t,
    

I couldn’t,

It just isn’t me.

Even though,
Your malicious actions I foretold,
“It smells of roses here,” I candidly said to you,
Fragrant petals remain on our heavy laden pillow.

All I see is you,

Caged in these four boxed walls,
We are alone to face one another,
An almost threatening silence covers your mouth.

You don’t speak,

Then…
I sit and listen,
To your,
        Denial,
Is the address you keep.

I knew of your many travels around the city,
Left and right you went,
Sun-kissed lips, she touches you,

As she sits with,

A
        

Gleeful
               

 Smirk,

As you drove the desire around
In the vehicle that,

I bought you.

Loud cries like wolves in a pack,
A surprising mammoth voice leaps from my mouth,
We engage in this insurmountable battle,
Yet, no one wins…

No one ever did.

I deserve better,
I knew it then,
I know it,

Now.

This journey alone,
Is well traveled with ease,
No longer am I emotionally restrained,
By your rusty,
Dusty,
Handcuffs.

My wrists still have the scars that show,
Your marks of pain,
    And
Anguish,
But I’ve let go.

This weary traveler,
Freely roams,
On this,
       

Lonely,
                
               Journey,


Of surprise and opportunity.

Yes, you are replaceable.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow....

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When his small fingers ravages and pillages,
Amongst peels of rotted oranges and bananas,
And colorful,
Green,

White,
Sometimes black,
Fuzzy, yummy French fries,
Mixed in his usual fruitful salad bowl of fruit flies,



Zipping,

            Buzzing,



Listen to his surround sound system.
A regular lone audience member,
He sits in his large and empty auditorium,
Four walls of dilapidated cardboard,
Swaying with the winds,
Like a sunflower in the field of a storm.
Tired, he rests his little head,
On ripped, colorful SpongeBob Square Pants printed,
Cushion-filled defecation.


 

          He is never hungry.



Why does a person deserve to live?



Somewhere over the rainbow…

When I find her shivering, curled up like a precious baby girl,
Exhausted, she clicks her six-inch hot pink heels together,
It’s not Kansas anymore.
She’s tired from doing her nighttime dance,
All men are entranced, by her theatrical feats.
A big time actress in her hood,
She returns to her mansion of expanse-filled space,
Loud horns, car engines engaging in their orchestra,
Deafening barks and thunderous daily screams,
From guns, are her neighbors,
Who share her dark, starry eyed living room,



          She’s never lonely.



Why does a person deserve to live?



Somewhere over the rainbow…



When he creates his own cold, prison cell,
Moats, iron-barred gates, only one entrance,
Will allow you in…
To his,
Hell.
Restrained with a cactus made straight jacket,
Prickly thorns rapidly grew.
He never speaks,
Mute to the world.
Yet, we only hear his voice, when his small arms,
Ferociously,
Shoves,
Scratches,
And rips through his jacket,
Reaching out for,
Our sun’s warmth,
He shivers.
I feel his calloused and scarred arms,
Like icy stalactites in December,
The ice melts ever so slowly,
Slowly, dripping like a leaky, broken faucet,
Waiting and ready to burst.



          He still waits.



Why do they deserve to live?

Yes, they deserve to eat.

Yes, they deserve shelter.

Yes, they deserve to be treated equally.



Most of all we deserve love.

Don’t we?

Again

Under this beautiful,

Towering,
Willow tree,
Leaves faintly falling,
Fleeting,
Whispers,
Branches brushing against,
My shoulders,
A gentle embrace,



So soft are…

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Your eyes,

I find,
My gateway,
To your soul,
I have the only key,
Guiding me to unlock,
Your puzzle…
I find myself staring,



At you.



My smooth,
Child-like fingers,
Anxious and finicky,
Reaches out,
To gently trace,
Your lips,
Back,
To mine.



Underneath the beauty,
Of nature’s wonder,
The cotton clouds,
Scurries above us,
Attempting to amalgamate,
With the blue hues of heaven’s portrait,
As if to hide,
They don’t want to distract,



Us,



From…



Your lips which,
Finds itself exploring,
And imploring,
To hide in the tufts,
Of my mountains,
Hidden underneath,



My…



Shirt,
Smells of you,
A new unforgettable,
Concoction,
Infusing itself,
Into my skin,
Burning into my flesh,
Like the small roses,
Which my lips,
Tattooed,
Onto the crook of,



Your…



Neck,
Is where I find your cupid’s passions,
As you travel,
Tenderly down,
My undercuts,
You are a true trailblazer,
Affectionately,
Thrusting,
Your arrows into the hidden,



Cave,



Opens my…



Legs,
Moving with you,
Like ocean waves,
In unison,
We become one,
An explosion of excitement,
This typhoon,
Throws me ashore,
Back and forth,
Rhythmic,
Electrical attraction,
Immersed together,



Under this beautiful,
Towering,
Willow tree,
Leaves faintly falling,
Fleeting,
Whispers,
Branches brushing against,
My shoulders,
A gentle embrace,



So soft are…
Your eyes,
I find,
My gateway,
To your soul,
I have the only key,
Guiding me to unlock,
Your puzzle…
I find myself staring,

Back,

At you,

.....Again.