From The Blood of Poetry II

For The Blood of Roses


Love the sin, hate the sinner.
Love the virtue, hate the virtuous.
-Fran Lebowitz

Love Stains

tasting wet kisses
from the heat of
your love

breaking the reflection
the shattered image
in me

jasmine&incense
burn away
the infection
w/out the need
for redemption

and I need
because I want
and I want
because I need

I am
hollow&listless
a cane
w/out an elder

and I hate
these love stains


These Words as Those

I wrote these words
to express the feelings
of my heart,
to share a silly man’s
truth the universe
had revealed

I painted feelings
on the canvas
of this paper
through the hand
that had touched you
and reached into
your soul
to gently caress
your tattered heart

I wrote these words
in reply to the slap
of honesty God burdened
me with,
to set free and let go
the pain of my
shadow dale

Love is given freely
and paid for with freedom
What are the casualties
and who are the captives
Is it ever so simple
or always so goddamn
complicated
Can I ever get it right…?

I wrote these words
for you
And as you looked into
the eyes of another soul
I wonder if you thought
of them


Rock ‘n Roll Baby Girl

Crystal eyes sparkle
and bring the light
to reveal in clarity
the love her heart
sings for me
She moves
like a demoness
in the sheets,
satisfies my hunger,
feeds my desires
She is
sacred & sinful,
deliciously delicate,
baby in red hot ruby lips
burning my soul with
her every touch
Baby girl
dances to the rhythm
of the passion
as I beat the skin
of the sex drum

…and she is my
every breath


Stupid Whore

Desecrated you
after years of investing
a shadow of the truth in me
Staring at the jagged blade or propensity
won’t you push this dagger
through the cavity of my outer shell

Stupid whore
I never wanted to love you
How long&hard did you want me
to fuck you?

You’re not in my life today
go away - stay away from me
There are only so many ways
a prick can fuck you

You burn
like an animal in heat
Spread your lips again
and I will slap the taste of you
out of my mouth
and taint you for another man


Shadows of a Private Dancer

Conclave of innocence
radiating salutations
in the heat of a
cold winter’s night
She is
terrible&sinful
an angel in musk
for soldiers and pimps

Her tears are masked
by pretty smiles
and happy sighs
She dances
for the pleasure in his
heart - and she knows
only the intimacy of
an empty embrace

In her dreams
is the husband and the children
she will never know…


Death of The Unimportant

the world spun about me
in a haze - a whirlpool
of last-thought moment
as my car violently
ricocheted out of control
I saw in myself
that whirlpool’s eye
the images of
hopes&dreams

it was a wedding festival
and my bride smiled
in white
She looked
at me and reached from
within a mirror
and the glass shattered

…the car tumbled forever


Net Lover

I am a comfortable confident liar
You believe the bullshit I produce
Knee-deep or mountain high it’s all the same
A lie is a lie and I will make you believe

The paint will oxidize if you don’t get the shit
off the lips of your soul
It’s such a pretty picture
this deception I have painted

You’re an honest man but you’ve come too close
I can tell you what you need to get what I want
and all I want is the satisfaction
of manipulating you

I’m not so sorry to have to break your heart
After all you’re only a man
and I am a very comfortable
confident liar

For the Blood of Roses

Can’t stand to burn too long
What has become of my senses
logic and rationale?
Can’t be trusted with myself
Can’t go too long w/out the taste of you
burning the tongue of my heart
but you gave me shit for the blood of roses

Won’t be around to burn
your discreet passions into
The prison you keep your soul in
is constructed of flame®ret
Won’t save you from the warden
you have given your power to
Won’t forge a key
for the freedom you so fear

Your fingerprints have stained my heart
but you gave me shit for the blood of roses