Shake me with guilty hands
Chill from yester year with ponder look
Fast the sleepless night aproaches
Yet you are still with demons in thought.
Follow the sled to forgotten times,
This maybe your only demise.
~ PKS
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing will be like it was
Nothing could be like it is
Nothing can change the distance between us
Nothing can persist
Sorrowed by the anger
Saddened by the pain
Sympathy for unspoken words
Sickened by it all with the little bull shit games
Remembrance for the suffering
Remembrance for the gain
Shallow minded both we were
Both ignorant of the pain
You are both friend and foe
You wear both masks and scarves
We are both guilty
Hiding our true feelings of who we are
Is it appropriate to love each other?
Is it appropriate to justify the emotions?
Is it appropriate to do anything?
Or is it better to let sleeping dogs’ lye?
Nothing would be a hard thing to forget for nothing would be like it was
Nothing would run away from you for nothing could be like it is
Nothing would be frighten for nothing is between us except a small distance of land
Nothing could scare me away from the persistence of love that I have to give
PkS 2003
Nothing will be like it was
Nothing could be like it is
Nothing can change the distance between us
Nothing can persist
Sorrowed by the anger
Saddened by the pain
Sympathy for unspoken words
Sickened by it all with the little bull shit games
Remembrance for the suffering
Remembrance for the gain
Shallow minded both we were
Both ignorant of the pain
You are both friend and foe
You wear both masks and scarves
We are both guilty
Hiding our true feelings of who we are
Is it appropriate to love each other?
Is it appropriate to justify the emotions?
Is it appropriate to do anything?
Or is it better to let sleeping dogs’ lye?
Nothing would be a hard thing to forget for nothing would be like it was
Nothing would run away from you for nothing could be like it is
Nothing would be frighten for nothing is between us except a small distance of land
Nothing could scare me away from the persistence of love that I have to give
PkS 2003
Thinking of You
Thinking of you…
I think of you every now or then. Remembering the times we shared and laughed without a care or whim. I remember the softness you so graciously instrumented; like a beautiful orchestra at midnight playing a song we both would remember.
I think of you still from time to time. I remember your solid words of encouragement; the feelings and thoughts that always made me crumb inside. I would lose my fear, lose my intentions of waiting; I would run wildly in thought for a passionate grasp of you’re reality.
I remember how you use to care for me, always asking the right questions; waiting for that once spoken word that brought you enjoyment with a mix of complexity. You seemed fearless of my answers, knowing some deepened understanding. You waited so gently for that last breath to be whispered, like a whisping willow gracing the shadows of a lost world sleeping.
You were my sounding board for life’s little corks. You kept me grounded and surrounded with feelings of love and positive thoughts. You were my best friend, my buddy, the one I could see. You were my soul, my thought, you were my everything.
I think of you every now or then, truthfully it’s more like each moment I’m awake from the deadness I live in. Even when I’m dreaming, I still think of you as it was real, not willing to wake from the dream that has become my surreal.
Sometimes you are in the corner of that dream, mouth shut and quiet. Other times you are with me, hand in hand, face to face, expressing how you truly feel, not holding onto our mistakes. I wake from the dream, not knowing if I’m able to grasp, wondering if it meant something or if it’s going to disappear into the past.
Though I think of you from time to time, I have moved into a clearer state of mind. I see the past as it once stood still, knowing now that your were never real. I think of what could have been, where the fork in the road made its bend. I wonder if I was ready and willing or could it be a path of conciseness that I’m finally quitting.
PkS 2002 ©
I think of you every now or then. Remembering the times we shared and laughed without a care or whim. I remember the softness you so graciously instrumented; like a beautiful orchestra at midnight playing a song we both would remember.
I think of you still from time to time. I remember your solid words of encouragement; the feelings and thoughts that always made me crumb inside. I would lose my fear, lose my intentions of waiting; I would run wildly in thought for a passionate grasp of you’re reality.
I remember how you use to care for me, always asking the right questions; waiting for that once spoken word that brought you enjoyment with a mix of complexity. You seemed fearless of my answers, knowing some deepened understanding. You waited so gently for that last breath to be whispered, like a whisping willow gracing the shadows of a lost world sleeping.
You were my sounding board for life’s little corks. You kept me grounded and surrounded with feelings of love and positive thoughts. You were my best friend, my buddy, the one I could see. You were my soul, my thought, you were my everything.
I think of you every now or then, truthfully it’s more like each moment I’m awake from the deadness I live in. Even when I’m dreaming, I still think of you as it was real, not willing to wake from the dream that has become my surreal.
Sometimes you are in the corner of that dream, mouth shut and quiet. Other times you are with me, hand in hand, face to face, expressing how you truly feel, not holding onto our mistakes. I wake from the dream, not knowing if I’m able to grasp, wondering if it meant something or if it’s going to disappear into the past.
Though I think of you from time to time, I have moved into a clearer state of mind. I see the past as it once stood still, knowing now that your were never real. I think of what could have been, where the fork in the road made its bend. I wonder if I was ready and willing or could it be a path of conciseness that I’m finally quitting.
PkS 2002 ©
Love is a Gamble
Love is a Gamble
Love is a gamble
Kissing is the game
Boys do the screwing
Girls get the blame
One night of pleasure
Nice months of pain
Three days in the hospital
A little boy or girl to name
It all started when a boy
Gets a girl against the wall
Pulls down her reputation
Sticks in his education
Adds to a new population
Of a younger generation
The boys are the BASTARDS
The girls are the WHORES
The stupid little fucker wouldn’t be here
If the little rubber didn’t tore
PkS~1988 ©
Love is a gamble
Kissing is the game
Boys do the screwing
Girls get the blame
One night of pleasure
Nice months of pain
Three days in the hospital
A little boy or girl to name
It all started when a boy
Gets a girl against the wall
Pulls down her reputation
Sticks in his education
Adds to a new population
Of a younger generation
The boys are the BASTARDS
The girls are the WHORES
The stupid little fucker wouldn’t be here
If the little rubber didn’t tore
PkS~1988 ©
Valley of Self Demise
Valley of self demise
A selfless act, a wondering path, a child runs to her mother for protection once more, a woman begs her spouse to end the violence, a man rolls his sleeves to get one more hit in before he realizes what act he as commenced, an employee throws herself into her work to stop countless acts of wrath hands, a gentle hand brushes along the bowed back to caress the pain that has generated, a trapped state of coherences, forgotten places, trouble signs, screams running threw my mind… these are all the views of my self demise.
Waking in a cold sweat, shaking hands and a feverish head, twitching at the smallest beats, washing out the hate before touching a living thing, reviewing the bruises and scars before each daybreak, checking for blood spats against the wall, hand prints in the sand to wash way the memories, applying make-up to hide the marks, paranoia at every turn, closing myself off to resist anymore… these are all the views of my self demise.
Kicking and screaming in anger to stop, hearing the countless sessions of mouthing off, lay on the cement praying it will end, waiting for rescue as the fists belt down again, watching the booze be grossly consumed, covering my eyes for shattered pieces of glass as they fly by, letting the blood drip slowly off my face, counting the drops as they hit the ground in a rhythm pace, watching the evil pounce yet for another blow… these are the views of my self demise.
Watching the time pass each day, wondering when I will be able to walk away, looking at the past, recognizing the anger I hold within for the carelessness I allowed myself to guide in, slowly taking control of my life again, still hiding behind the chill of silences when alone at night, praying for the answer of how to return, deciding which direction to lead myself, following my screams in the dark, dreaming of a peace within my heart, knowing it will come eventually as I continue to wonder down the valley of my self demise.
A selfless act, a wondering path, a child runs to her mother for protection once more, a woman begs her spouse to end the violence, a man rolls his sleeves to get one more hit in before he realizes what act he as commenced, an employee throws herself into her work to stop countless acts of wrath hands, a gentle hand brushes along the bowed back to caress the pain that has generated, a trapped state of coherences, forgotten places, trouble signs, screams running threw my mind… these are all the views of my self demise.
Waking in a cold sweat, shaking hands and a feverish head, twitching at the smallest beats, washing out the hate before touching a living thing, reviewing the bruises and scars before each daybreak, checking for blood spats against the wall, hand prints in the sand to wash way the memories, applying make-up to hide the marks, paranoia at every turn, closing myself off to resist anymore… these are all the views of my self demise.
Kicking and screaming in anger to stop, hearing the countless sessions of mouthing off, lay on the cement praying it will end, waiting for rescue as the fists belt down again, watching the booze be grossly consumed, covering my eyes for shattered pieces of glass as they fly by, letting the blood drip slowly off my face, counting the drops as they hit the ground in a rhythm pace, watching the evil pounce yet for another blow… these are the views of my self demise.
Watching the time pass each day, wondering when I will be able to walk away, looking at the past, recognizing the anger I hold within for the carelessness I allowed myself to guide in, slowly taking control of my life again, still hiding behind the chill of silences when alone at night, praying for the answer of how to return, deciding which direction to lead myself, following my screams in the dark, dreaming of a peace within my heart, knowing it will come eventually as I continue to wonder down the valley of my self demise.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
OMG
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG (thats all I had to say).... Once again for the hearing impaired.... OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Experience
Experience ~
Blog me this.... I know your dying to know.... what dirty little secrets I will show.... Find the hidden arrow.... that opens my mind... there you will find..... a sexual experience unlike any other kind…
Find the dancing rabbit behind the glass house…. There you will see a white sheet with clouds all around… Lay down on the bed and fall fast asleep…. Wait for me there…. To find a pleasure that can’t be beat….
Getting aroused from this game of words??? I bet you are… wondering where my thoughts are as I twist my long blonde hair??? Wonder if I slowly caressed my legs before I glided my hands towards my garden??? Wonder if I arched my back to bring myself more pleasure???
Find the dancing rabbit behind the glass house…. There you will see a peek of my pleasure any time, anywhere…. Touch me softly in a rhythm that we both can enjoy… Hold onto my thoughts as I take a deep dive….
Getting aroused yet??? I should hope you are…. I’m tempted to stop here to experience my own thrill… But when I return I will finish you off…. Sticky fingers are a pleasure…. Rock hardness is a must!!!!!!
Blog me this.... I know your dying to know.... what dirty little secrets I will show.... Find the hidden arrow.... that opens my mind... there you will find..... a sexual experience unlike any other kind…
Find the dancing rabbit behind the glass house…. There you will see a white sheet with clouds all around… Lay down on the bed and fall fast asleep…. Wait for me there…. To find a pleasure that can’t be beat….
Getting aroused from this game of words??? I bet you are… wondering where my thoughts are as I twist my long blonde hair??? Wonder if I slowly caressed my legs before I glided my hands towards my garden??? Wonder if I arched my back to bring myself more pleasure???
Find the dancing rabbit behind the glass house…. There you will see a peek of my pleasure any time, anywhere…. Touch me softly in a rhythm that we both can enjoy… Hold onto my thoughts as I take a deep dive….
Getting aroused yet??? I should hope you are…. I’m tempted to stop here to experience my own thrill… But when I return I will finish you off…. Sticky fingers are a pleasure…. Rock hardness is a must!!!!!!
Tomorrow
Tomorrow ~
Tomorrow you will ask me the same question as today, as the day before this and the day before that. You seem to state a belittling means to undermine my answer of tomorrow’s gain. Yet you are bound to find no clarity in my words so the question will remain asked again in a tomorrow tone.
~ PkS 2003 ©
Tomorrow you will ask me the same question as today, as the day before this and the day before that. You seem to state a belittling means to undermine my answer of tomorrow’s gain. Yet you are bound to find no clarity in my words so the question will remain asked again in a tomorrow tone.
~ PkS 2003 ©
Why
Why~
Who am I to question why…
The world may seem so bizarre
Who am I to question why…
The sky turns so poetic at night
Who am I to question why…
Life is nothing more than it seems
Who am I to question why…
The sun will rise to wake me one more time
Thousands of questions ponder my mind
Scattered remnants frantic to find
A single answer to my search of understanding
Why oh why does it take so much time
Five more times I am question my reasoning of why
Four more tells of trying to hide the answers that are bound to find a meaning inside
Two hinder your beliefs and runs full swing
Three mornings of drizzling ring out to sing
But who am I to wonder why…
The world is what it is, at least tonight
Spoke in tongue, Fiery in words
Why oh why not just explain the world in my eyes
Who am I to question why…
The sky is forbidden to touch at any site
Who am I to question why…
The ground is solid, hard yet so easy to glide
Who am I to question why…
The gentle breeze that swept me off my feet is just a beckon calm of inter peace
Why to question is why to speak
Forgotten questions, forgotten peaks
Twisted circles, frail cracks in the equations
Whispered answers to my pondering behavior
Why oh why does it take so much time
Why oh why do I have to ask why
Who am I to question why
Why oh why brotherly why
~ PkS 2003 ©
Who am I to question why…
The world may seem so bizarre
Who am I to question why…
The sky turns so poetic at night
Who am I to question why…
Life is nothing more than it seems
Who am I to question why…
The sun will rise to wake me one more time
Thousands of questions ponder my mind
Scattered remnants frantic to find
A single answer to my search of understanding
Why oh why does it take so much time
Five more times I am question my reasoning of why
Four more tells of trying to hide the answers that are bound to find a meaning inside
Two hinder your beliefs and runs full swing
Three mornings of drizzling ring out to sing
But who am I to wonder why…
The world is what it is, at least tonight
Spoke in tongue, Fiery in words
Why oh why not just explain the world in my eyes
Who am I to question why…
The sky is forbidden to touch at any site
Who am I to question why…
The ground is solid, hard yet so easy to glide
Who am I to question why…
The gentle breeze that swept me off my feet is just a beckon calm of inter peace
Why to question is why to speak
Forgotten questions, forgotten peaks
Twisted circles, frail cracks in the equations
Whispered answers to my pondering behavior
Why oh why does it take so much time
Why oh why do I have to ask why
Who am I to question why
Why oh why brotherly why
~ PkS 2003 ©
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Hidden
Hidden ~
Hidden in the dark corners of my mind
Shadows lurk around trying to fine
That single place to land and develop
A feast frenzy of darkness not attracted to light
Take me to shallow ground
Place me in a the earth as I lay bound
Let the dirt be thrown over my casket of pine
Let the maggots feast and dine
Let me spoil and rot
Skin falls off
Hair elapse
Nothing more left than a pine box
Hidden in the dark corners of my mind
Shadows lurk around trying to fine
A single entrance to sanity
Jolted to life from a depth of tragedy
Tainted memories of a woman once know
Broken legacy of a time withdrawn
Lynched and burned for inter peace
Destruction surrounded tranquility
Spoiled remains
Piercing reframe
Pathetic freedom
Nothing more to remain
~ PkS 2003©
Hidden in the dark corners of my mind
Shadows lurk around trying to fine
That single place to land and develop
A feast frenzy of darkness not attracted to light
Take me to shallow ground
Place me in a the earth as I lay bound
Let the dirt be thrown over my casket of pine
Let the maggots feast and dine
Let me spoil and rot
Skin falls off
Hair elapse
Nothing more left than a pine box
Hidden in the dark corners of my mind
Shadows lurk around trying to fine
A single entrance to sanity
Jolted to life from a depth of tragedy
Tainted memories of a woman once know
Broken legacy of a time withdrawn
Lynched and burned for inter peace
Destruction surrounded tranquility
Spoiled remains
Piercing reframe
Pathetic freedom
Nothing more to remain
~ PkS 2003©
Monday, May 12, 2003
Bird
Woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill.
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently lowered the window
And crushed his fucking head....
I'm not a morning person, get the picture
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill.
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently lowered the window
And crushed his fucking head....
I'm not a morning person, get the picture
Today Beyond
Today beyond others you share one gift that others do not understand. You can take the breath that was given to you at birth, you can breath in and yet you have the choose to destroy yourself with one small action you do not treasure
~PkS
2002©
~PkS
2002©
Matter of Time
Matter of time:
It’s been the longest time since you were around
You’re always still on my mind
You have not escaped me, no, not in deed
You are still the kind loving person that I will always need
You knew me from my shell
You watched me grow
You watched me share all my feelings and thoughts
Even my wonders and ponders of the universe
You sat back and listened
You listened so well
You were always there, maybe not in body, but defiantly in soul
I have not forgotten your sweet, lavish touch
I always remembered how kind it was
Your silky palm touching my golden blonde hair
Your fingers so soft, always gently brushing the rim of my face
With all the care in the world, you did it with such grace
You always knew the perfect thing to say
You never liked that old stupid word game
You said it with meaning
You let everyone know
You never lead me down the slippery non-understanding road
The simplest words, the fact that you meant them, was the most I loved
The freedom of your discussion is what I admired most
And the fact that you always thought of me first
I miss you as you can see
What happened to our strange wonderful thing
Where did the time pass
I wonder if you still see me as you walk down the street
I wonder if you can still smell the sweetness of my breath
I wonder if you still think of me as each day has flown
I ponder if you still want to feel me, caress me, or even so lightly just kiss me
I can only say that this is what I want
It’s just a wish, a dream, a little selfish fetish
But the only thing I know for certain
Is if it’s possible, even so slightly
It’s just a matter…
… A matter of time
~PkS
2002 ©
It’s been the longest time since you were around
You’re always still on my mind
You have not escaped me, no, not in deed
You are still the kind loving person that I will always need
You knew me from my shell
You watched me grow
You watched me share all my feelings and thoughts
Even my wonders and ponders of the universe
You sat back and listened
You listened so well
You were always there, maybe not in body, but defiantly in soul
I have not forgotten your sweet, lavish touch
I always remembered how kind it was
Your silky palm touching my golden blonde hair
Your fingers so soft, always gently brushing the rim of my face
With all the care in the world, you did it with such grace
You always knew the perfect thing to say
You never liked that old stupid word game
You said it with meaning
You let everyone know
You never lead me down the slippery non-understanding road
The simplest words, the fact that you meant them, was the most I loved
The freedom of your discussion is what I admired most
And the fact that you always thought of me first
I miss you as you can see
What happened to our strange wonderful thing
Where did the time pass
I wonder if you still see me as you walk down the street
I wonder if you can still smell the sweetness of my breath
I wonder if you still think of me as each day has flown
I ponder if you still want to feel me, caress me, or even so lightly just kiss me
I can only say that this is what I want
It’s just a wish, a dream, a little selfish fetish
But the only thing I know for certain
Is if it’s possible, even so slightly
It’s just a matter…
… A matter of time
~PkS
2002 ©
Flinch
~Flinch~
What, it’s been over a decade since we meet.... It still feels like it was yesterday..... we only knew what was going on between each other.... we only bruised each other but the pain still is floating around in each of us.... you made me run and hide.... you made me retreat to a hidden place in my head.... you bite, you slapped, you fought with your fists, you kicked, you always made sure that the marks were not seen except by you.... proud of your art work, you took so much pride in it..... Bragging to your buddies on what a great man you were.... how long can a girl be tortured by you..... How long can a girl be haunted by you..... How long does it take before all the pain goes away.....you thought by just dropping in every once in a while that all would be forgiven..... You thought that going away as I asked would only make me want you again.... but you were sadly mistaken..... you didn't see it coming...... you didn't see that I learned to shut myself off to you.....even when you still held me down, you could not get close enough to make a difference.....you thought that if you stopped my heart may return, but you were sadly mistaken once again.... you threaten and stalked, you even decided to make good on a promise..... but after all that you did, broke as I am, you still can not get what you want out of me.....the acceptance that you desire, the love that you require, the trust and emotions that you think you need..... you took what should have been memories and turned them all into hate, devastation, boredom, and confusion......I always wanted for you want you wanted for yourself.... but we both knew from the start that neither one of us should be in the place we ended up..... Now the final chapter is closed, but yet the pain still lingers around..... Afraid of stepping out, without looking behind me, not trusting anyone because of what actions my lay ahead..... yes, thank you for breaking me down, for all your wonderful work you have done.... you have left me broken, but you still lost the battle, you still lost the war, you never gained what you always wanted, you never could get into my heart.... and yes thank you for your marks you left, I added a few of my own, but they are there just for me to remember what path not to follow again.....And even though we I sat for months and vacillated, I just took it all in, let you continue and still you are the one you has lost everything.....
~PkS
2002 ©
What, it’s been over a decade since we meet.... It still feels like it was yesterday..... we only knew what was going on between each other.... we only bruised each other but the pain still is floating around in each of us.... you made me run and hide.... you made me retreat to a hidden place in my head.... you bite, you slapped, you fought with your fists, you kicked, you always made sure that the marks were not seen except by you.... proud of your art work, you took so much pride in it..... Bragging to your buddies on what a great man you were.... how long can a girl be tortured by you..... How long can a girl be haunted by you..... How long does it take before all the pain goes away.....you thought by just dropping in every once in a while that all would be forgiven..... You thought that going away as I asked would only make me want you again.... but you were sadly mistaken..... you didn't see it coming...... you didn't see that I learned to shut myself off to you.....even when you still held me down, you could not get close enough to make a difference.....you thought that if you stopped my heart may return, but you were sadly mistaken once again.... you threaten and stalked, you even decided to make good on a promise..... but after all that you did, broke as I am, you still can not get what you want out of me.....the acceptance that you desire, the love that you require, the trust and emotions that you think you need..... you took what should have been memories and turned them all into hate, devastation, boredom, and confusion......I always wanted for you want you wanted for yourself.... but we both knew from the start that neither one of us should be in the place we ended up..... Now the final chapter is closed, but yet the pain still lingers around..... Afraid of stepping out, without looking behind me, not trusting anyone because of what actions my lay ahead..... yes, thank you for breaking me down, for all your wonderful work you have done.... you have left me broken, but you still lost the battle, you still lost the war, you never gained what you always wanted, you never could get into my heart.... and yes thank you for your marks you left, I added a few of my own, but they are there just for me to remember what path not to follow again.....And even though we I sat for months and vacillated, I just took it all in, let you continue and still you are the one you has lost everything.....
~PkS
2002 ©
Each Path
Each path I lay before myself, the decision is mine and mine alone. Determination and Will walk along with me as I make those decisions. If I should dismiss one or the other, then I have lost my way. But neither has dismissed me nor has forgotten to remind me that each decision I may make will later be a reflection, such as a mirror, into my soul.
~PkS
2002©
~PkS
2002©
Your Life is Closed Off
Your life is closed off, your touch is unreal, you feel nothing, you accept the impossible as truth, you care for nothing living, and you feed off of destruction and pain. You are my nightmare. Wake before the whispers of ones lost soul take the advantage of seeing you not in your true form, but as a master of savors…
~PkS
2002 ©
~PkS
2002 ©
Touch Me
Touch me as you once did. Take me now and show me pleasure mixed with the anger that you so gratified me with. Move the direction of your this rugged touch closer to me for a better look at the face of destruction in my mind. This will be your last touch, the last breath, and your last hour before I divide your simplest views and shut you out of my life…
~PkS
2002 ©
~PkS
2002 ©
Follow me to the Underworld
Follow me to the underworld; for I see what deep forgotten hearts you have tramped on. You will be taken not for your bold persistence, but for your knowledge of spearing hearts of young lives within ones soul…
~PkS
2002 ©
~PkS
2002 ©
Friday, March 14, 2003
Secret
Secret
I want to tell you a secret about me
One that may throw you into disbelief
It’s something that’s been on my mind
I just feel this is the precise time
I don’t want you to worry about me
I just feel that you need to see
That what I have to say is from my heart
So please don’t tier it all apart
You have always been there for me
Guiding me with your warmth, your love and energy
You have taken me out of my harms way
Praying for each caring moment that keep me awake
For my secret is nothing to worry about
Its just time I let it out
I want you to know and please never forget
That you are my love, my faith and the keeper of my heart
PkS ~ 2003 ©
I want to tell you a secret about me
One that may throw you into disbelief
It’s something that’s been on my mind
I just feel this is the precise time
I don’t want you to worry about me
I just feel that you need to see
That what I have to say is from my heart
So please don’t tier it all apart
You have always been there for me
Guiding me with your warmth, your love and energy
You have taken me out of my harms way
Praying for each caring moment that keep me awake
For my secret is nothing to worry about
Its just time I let it out
I want you to know and please never forget
That you are my love, my faith and the keeper of my heart
PkS ~ 2003 ©
Steel
Steel
Steel blade pressed against my skin
Shackled grin sickened by distress from within
Beginning to end, life takes what it must
It continues its pathetic little game to the end with every push
Push of steel against the cold softness of skin
Feeling your worries fall into a higher plane of conciseness
Moving with the motions of what life throws at you
Finding relief in your steel bladed friend you’ve adopted so soon
You can almost find yourself in ecstasy
Knowing that you will soon find relief to the endless pain
Reading the marks of redness slip into a surreal state of drowning
Your heart pounding in excitement with a sigh of pleasures bleeding
Living in a dream of uncertainty
Not knowing what is real or what is just fantasy
Late into the night you lock your doors knowing you are all alone
Just to live in a dream, waking an inevitable motion
Shredded tears as you met your defeat
Finding a sexual sense of excitement as your skin flies open in relief
Catch the drenching flow of sorrow finally leave your side
Watching the steel blade take it’s finally run to a lesser pain inside
PkS ~ 2003©
This was written to release pressure of anger towards what I fight each day right now. Nothing more than words that are written down on a peice of paper. For one person may thing this made be a state of mind, to another it might remind them of the pain we are afraid to open ourselves up with others.
Steel blade pressed against my skin
Shackled grin sickened by distress from within
Beginning to end, life takes what it must
It continues its pathetic little game to the end with every push
Push of steel against the cold softness of skin
Feeling your worries fall into a higher plane of conciseness
Moving with the motions of what life throws at you
Finding relief in your steel bladed friend you’ve adopted so soon
You can almost find yourself in ecstasy
Knowing that you will soon find relief to the endless pain
Reading the marks of redness slip into a surreal state of drowning
Your heart pounding in excitement with a sigh of pleasures bleeding
Living in a dream of uncertainty
Not knowing what is real or what is just fantasy
Late into the night you lock your doors knowing you are all alone
Just to live in a dream, waking an inevitable motion
Shredded tears as you met your defeat
Finding a sexual sense of excitement as your skin flies open in relief
Catch the drenching flow of sorrow finally leave your side
Watching the steel blade take it’s finally run to a lesser pain inside
PkS ~ 2003©
This was written to release pressure of anger towards what I fight each day right now. Nothing more than words that are written down on a peice of paper. For one person may thing this made be a state of mind, to another it might remind them of the pain we are afraid to open ourselves up with others.
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