In Silence

Looking for something real

I hear a distant scream of pain
trickling motion of rain
onto bare skin like tear drops
like a path way of weakness or even strength.

It's like finding the beauty of death
a cross road, a dead end.
Love or friendship
a stepping stone to the continuation of something real or
the curtains to the greatest show of acting.

A substitute in life to fill the gaps or
a reason to set new traps to catch my prey.

I rather the ink over the lead
and words whispered than left unsaid.
I want a kiss not a promise
and I want, I want, I want

A Heart's mistake

When I am without you,
I can't stand being with me.

My thoughts soak my words
and I dream I'm reeling you in.

Your words are numbered but I patiently wait for the other line
and though hands with no fingers point at the time.

"I know there is enough."

I'm feeding on your every expression,
you place a scarce smile on my face.

Effortless you mold me into what you want
but I'm hurt when you displace what I seek in you.

Your beauty could never be defined by the scholars,
you simply define it by who you really are.

For even God knows I'd cut a deal to be with you
but we all know its unreal to squeeze hearts out of thin air.

And though your heart is frozen cold
the ice shall someday melt.

I'll be waiting on the blessed rain.

Two face

Please remove the new coat of paint,
it only makes you look new.

But I'm sure I know not of scorpions with butterfly wings,
and I've been taught that if a cloud should turn gray;a storm is coming my way.

Be it no surprise, lightening or no lightening I'll make it to the end of my day.