The Vessel

The carrier
Of such venom
Taker of life
But you don’t wear the
Outfit of the grim reaper
Actually you’re beautiful
A master piece that any
Artist would be proud of
Corrupted by man
The paint spilled
And you were stained
Because there was no glove
You still walk around with
Your head held high
Walking into the hornets nest night after night
But running from the person in the mirror
Which is now looking like a corpse
For you are death in disguise
Ignoring the letters in the mail
Treating them as if
They were bills
That you simply didn’t have the money to pay
The girl is simply gorgeous
But it’s a shame she isn’t aware
That she is a carrier of aids…………….

Dreamer

Wishing upon a star
Though I know exactly where you are
I still wish
You were here with me
When you let the sun light beat you home
I knew exactly what that meant
I wish you the best
Like a foolI thought you and I could be
Here I sit
On the edge of my bed
Just want you to be here with me
But then again
I’m a Dreamer

Detox

Cleansing the body
Purifying my soul
The demons have been ousted 
Thought pattern becomes clear
The tears have finally stopped raining down in my eyes
I have finally stopped looking up to the sky
And asking why? 
Bad feelings are replaced
Sun shine is what
I now see
The darkness tends to leave a better taste 
Remember me
Not for the physical form
But for the words that I have spoken

Between Two Ticks‏

Watching the clock
Insomnia has set in on this late night
Moonlight sonata plays in the back ground
As I finally blow out the candle light
My nightly ritual
Of meditation is done
I've read all the books in my collection twice already
Emily Dickenson
Robert Frost
Homer
Langeston Hughes
Maya Angelou
And my personal favorite Kahlil Gibran
I am reminded of the old days
As some tv stations still end the broadcast day
With the color screen and the constant beep
Something about that comforts me
And I like it that way
The radio stations begin to play off the cuff music
Sounds that are not of the norm
And some oldies are music to my ears
Making me think of my yester years
As on the inside
I feel warm
The sun light hurts my eyes
As I am greeted by the morn
Another sleepless night
Makes me wish I was never born