Monday, November 18, 2013


Rose petals worn by perils of thorns

in leather bounding love

in prisons of lost languages and sentences


never coming and never amounting

to one result


If you could look me in the eye

feel my iris ignite

past the beauty of the deception of your lies

the ones the monsters have told you

the one beauty that  lies in front of you


She is screaming

but you can not hear her


she knows your name

she is bleeding for you

cut by your walls


She sleeps outside

No lullaby's


I am inside you looking out

I am your fingers reaching in


Waking up the lion

sleeping amongst the  pain.


Never grasping together to feel we are one result .................