Something for the Poets.

[annieo]

Only when the bones are laid bare

of the love-built sanctuary,

reduced to static elements

and hard indifferent matter,

the true calligraphy of lives entwined

emerges as a framework

a blueprint for the past

 

architects of relationships

can map their way back

to the beginnings

defining drop of concrete,

clarion strike of hammer

that formed the foundations

of the tower that fell

 

feeling the curve

of sinewy, relentless road

the rear view mirror

reveals all

[LikeTheWolf]

Walking through the woods one day

my feet were lead, my hips like clay

towards my grandmother's house I made

my solitary, wary way

 

I carried fruit and muffins warm

but then felt hot breath on my arm

I turned with fear, my pupils wide

and saw a wolf was at my side

 

"What do you want of me" I stuttered

the Wolf just eyed my frame and chuckled,

"It's not the the basket that I seek,

but your moist and rosy flesh to tweak."

 

What did I do to deserve this fate

was I too slow, was it too late?

Or perhaps I dressed as harlots do,

a red-veiled mystery, alone and new.

 

I wish I could write

something as good as above

but my emotions burn bright

too much hate and love?

 

i hope you post more

i hope you don't stop

the words you wrote i adore

something i probably never top

[annieo]

I wish I could write

something as good as above

but my emotions burn bright

too much hate and love?

 

i hope you post more

i hope you don't stop

the words you wrote i adore

something i probably never top

 

hate and love

they are a glove

of velvet

hiding steel

 

they don't inhibit

discourse they permit

they cleanse

as well as heal

 

your words are sweet

my needs they meet

your text

a perfect meal

[LikeTheWolf]

hate and love

they are a glove

of velvet

hiding steel

 

they don't inhibit

discourse they permit

they cleanse

as well as heal

 

your words are sweet

my needs they meet

your text

a perfect meal

 

strange how my needs somehow meet yours

strange how that helps

 

nothing is cut and dry

nothing makes much sense

 

if one is ignorant of perfection

ignorant of normalcy

are pain and problems recognized?

how could one know

 

strange how your words sometimes meet my needs

strange how that helps

[LikeTheWolf]

O i like them dark

i love the contrast

when bright, shiny things rest on them

 

O i like them like night

for they give yellow a whole new color

i want them in a summer dress

that i can lift and toy beneath

 

O i like them pitch

for when they smile

it gives white a whole new meaning

 

O i like them dark

 

so sweet

so ripe

 

O i like them dark

[annieo]

O i like them dark

i love the contrast

when bright, shiny things rest on them

 

O i like them like night

for they give yellow a whole new color

i want them in a summer dress

that i can lift and toy beneath

 

O i like them pitch

for when they smile

it gives white a whole new meaning

 

O i like them dark

 

so sweet

so ripe

 

O i like them dark

 

Beautiful words.

[LikeTheWolf]

the less she shows

the more i want to see

she's stuck in my head

how does she do this to me?

 

the more she ignores

the less i can keep away

i want to be on her mind

every night and every day

 

when she walks by

i watch from behind

i hold my breath

but a look back is declined

 

i think its better this way

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

i like to look at strippers

and sit right up to the stage

i hold out my dollar

for any size of legal age

 

they grab that pole and spin

with their butt they shake and clench

and when they bend over and spread them

I say 'Hey, what's that stench?'

 

i like to make them dance

its the power of the dollar you see

but they get nothing until the panties come off

and then they get my comment 'Is that pee I see?'

 

by this time i'm getting attention

and the bouncer is showing me the door

'You can't treat the women that way!'

That's ok. I don't want to see any more!

 

-ltw

[annieo]

the less she shows

the more i want to see

she's stuck in my head

how does she do this to me?

 

the more she ignores

the less i can keep away

i want to be on her mind

every night and every day

 

when she walks by

i watch from behind

i hold my breath

but a look back is declined

 

i think its better this way

 

-ltw

 

I understand these words ...

[annieo]

i like to look at strippers

and sit right up to the stage

i hold out my dollar

for any size of legal age

 

they grab that pole and spin

with their butt they shake and clench

and when they bend over and spread them

I say 'Hey, what's that stench?'

 

i like to make them dance

its the power of the dollar you see

but they get nothing until the panties come off

and then they get my comment 'Is that pee I see?'

 

by this time i'm getting attention

and the bouncer is showing me the door

'You can't treat the women that way!'

That's ok. I don't want to see any more!

 

-ltw

 

Ugly, but at least honest, words.

[annieo]

shaking for the losers in the front row

I wonder to myself,

who can I milk the most

 

there's one

fat, lonely and sweet

a napkin on his lap

at least

he's neat

 

and then

there is the dead-eyed bloke

who broods

and smokes

heart and wallet

burnt toast

 

two greasy businessmen

on leave from their wives

they'd guiltily fork out

for me to say hi

 

decisions, decisions

what shall I do?

Such myriad choices

and OH, such men!

bring me another vodka

I'll make my choice then

[annieo]

it's all in play

these words are

just jest

 

i save my soul

for those

I love best

 

the one I love most

I know

through me

 

she lets me breathe

through her eyes

i see

[LikeTheWolf]

everything or nothing

is that so bad?

everything or nothing

more than i had

 

if i settle for less

it can only depress

i don't need to impress

its necessity for success

 

everything or nothing

thats what you mean to me

everything or nothing

my beautiful, bloomy, beauty

 

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

shaking for the losers in the front row

I wonder to myself,

who can I milk the most

 

there's one

fat, lonely and sweet

a napkin on his lap

at least

he's neat

 

and then

there is the dead-eyed bloke

who broods

and smokes

heart and wallet

burnt toast

 

two greasy businessmen

on leave from their wives

they'd guiltily fork out

for me to say hi

 

decisions, decisions

what shall I do?

Such myriad choices

and OH, such men!

bring me another vodka

I'll make my choice then

 

consider me

for though i'm in this dark den

i can explain

why i dwell among such men

 

i hold no secrets

yet i don't tell

though i'm among devils

i'm simply testing Hell

 

my eyes lock on yours

and see the same abyss in your soul

its empty

bitter

yet innocent

others deeds have taken their toll

 

you have a crying deep within you

that never seems to come out

but turns, burns, and boils within you

and someday it will shout

 

dead inside we are

yet our bodies live on

peace of mind seems ever far

how much longer do we let it go on?

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

An orgasm drinks.

A subtle nude ache whispers.

Full urgency screams.

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

Lust worships passion.

The secrets bite or breasts drip.

Wetly, joy trembles.

 

Hard, naked embraces probe.

The women stroke fever.

[LikeTheWolf]

Lovers melt midday.

Wisdom spins spring but truth melts.

Journeys move the eyes.

 

Trinkets swing but petals turn.

Twittering, white heat cavorts.

[LikeTheWolf]

Swollen roots snigger.

Resilient ooze cavorts.

Coarsely, hell retorts.

 

Apathy slips then thirst vaults.

Selfish reddish cads giggle.

[annieo]

still am I

icicle

reflect the glossy light

dripping

I surrender

to the dark sheets

of night

 

 

 

who are you?

[annieo]

who makes me melt

[annieo]

blood goes

to where it's led

you feed the vampire you don't want dead

and to the other

you plug your ears

they moan

home home home

[LikeTheWolf]

who am i?

only others can answer

for one cannot truly see themselves

one can only deal

with the transgressions

as they try to see themselves

 

lucky souls know only comfort

and part of them never dies

never understanding the pain of others

clueless,stagnant

 

unlucky ones die inside

neutral ones, a zombie, for no fight left inside

evil ones, a vampire, defiant to the world

 

and those in between

with just a glimmer of hope

refusing to succumb either way

 

become a monster

 

partially dead

partially alive

partially human

partially beast

like the wolf

of the moon

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

there, floating in the clouds above me

gone, baby, gone

is what you are

in a whisper of the heart

 

but i've become the man who never was

gone, baby, gone

 

-ltw

[Lovelybird]

It is real

The pain

Where did it come from

 

From rebellions?

Denying the truth?

Selfishness?

Not understand?

Too much imagination?

Trying to figure out everything?

Digging darkness?

Stubborness?

 

One told me

It is simple

Not that difficult

Just trust

And relax

 

Once came to a place

Feel like stripped from

pride

delusions

and many things I created to show the world

 

Feel like naked

No need to pretend

Seems lose everything

But gain everything

Like a free bird

 

A best place to be

Now I can tell

I am happy

I found hope

complicated

And simple

[LikeTheWolf]

tomorrow i fear will be an empty day

something will be missing i'm sure

i have no control

and it's nothing i can ask for

it's nothing i can hint at

otherwise, it loses all meaning

all truth

tomorrow will be the hardest day

and after that, it will get easier

it always does

how can something that will be missing

hurt so much?

if only absence will envelop me whole and drown me

tomorrow i fear will be an empty day

 

-ltw