The monsters of men.
New Orleans
Shadows
Ghosts do roam
Giving them a life of their own.
Come out and saturate your body in the moonlight.
Rhythm and Blues and Soul.
No sleep tonight.
Your name endures on my lips.
I am the struggle within
Learning to live.
I am darkness and sin.
I am light and love
From the heavens
Above.
I am the battle
Between
Knowing
And self doubt.
I am the Angel
And devil
You can’t live
Without.
I am turbulence churning.
I am desire yearning .
I am the darkest night.
I am the stars shining bright.
I was slowly, silently
I let you see me.
I’ve let you in too
Close.
I……
Will run.
I
Must
Rush away
As fast as I can
And
Hide.
Turn my face
Away
And
Withhold the broken bits.
I just can’t do it.
I can’t let you
See
The inside,
Wasted
Pieces
Of me.
I will shove you away
With these two hands of mine.
I will shove you away
And a piece of me will die.
Inside.
I love you.
I love you,
You see
But you are not
Allowed,
In turn
To love me.
I’ll run away
And try to forget
That you ever touched me
That our souls ever met.
Often times
Dare to drink
The poem
That is me.
Dare to let
My moves settle
In your soul.
Dare to take me
Whole.
Lie with me in grass of green.
Dream with me in clouds of white.
Dance with me in days of wonder.
Dream with me in nights of slumber.
Feel this life upon our skin.
Drink the untrained passion
Hear the pulse of satisfaction.
Ride the endless heat
In this divine existence.
And you will know
You have the
Steadfastness
To dare.
Take me whole.
I dare
You.
We
Were new
And wild
And full of fire.
Our blood pumping
Through our veins.
Couldn’t wait for our feet to hit
The floor.
Run out the door
Fly and play
Always waiting for the
Beginning
Of a new day.
Cheeks flushed
With promise.
Words gushed
From our hearts,
Full of hopes
And dreams.
How we did not heed
The words of our elders
“Enjoy the moments. Savor the feelings.
For before you know it
They are gone.”
What did those fools know?
We knew better
When we were
New and
Wild and
Full of fire.
Now my body is a little colder
My bones feel a bit older
My blood is pumping a little slower
As my feet
They hit the floor.
Now I’m not so eager
To listen to the ticking of
Time.
All these memories of mine
Locked in my head.
Seems I’m left
Dreaming
Of those days.
Those days
When
I was young and wild and full of fire.
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