The Good Place

I thought we were in the good place,
The place where friends can say.
How they feel about the sitch
And talk about each other's day.

I thought we were in the good place,
When you painted me a black hat
I never saw it coming
Didn't think you thought of me as that.

I see we aren't in the good place,
But to me you couldn't say.
To the public to the world you rage
While I think it's all ok.

I see we aren't in the good place,
When you say I ruin your joy.
When you say I'm always angry with you,
It really starts to annoy.

Were we ever in the good place?
I feel like everything is wrong.
That it's all my fault somehow,
So where in your life do I belong?

14 years and still no good place,
Time to call it quits.
I'm tired of being your bad guy,
Cause I don't think it always fits.

I've walked away from the bad place,
We're both better off this way.
And though it hurts I know it's right,
We both will see one day.

Ok, so I took a crack at drawing again..................What do you think?

In The Dark Place

In the dark place
Where everything lies between
Night and Day
He alone waits for me
He has something to say.

I'm called to him
Like a lighthouse on the shore
A moth to his flame
I play his game
He knows I can't ignore.

I'm selfish and I want him
No one else his equal be
Lost to desire, emotions
Sin & Sinner
We will be

I'm living in the dark place
No rescue left in sight
I'm happy just to be here
I've quieted all my fears
I don't need a light.

Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore

It's been five years
Right down to the day
When I left this doorstep
And walked away
And now I'm back
Here at this door
But Alice doesn't live here anymore

The Lady told me
Matter of factly
She left 4 years
And 9 months exactly
And then she turned
Closing the door
Cause Alice doesn't live here anymore.

My footsteps were groggy
My mind is leaden
I hadn't a clue
As to where I was heading
Cause she wasn't where
I thought she was sure
But Alice doesn't live there anymore.

I found myself standing
On her new home
I didn't want to see her
But I couldn't roam
I couldn't bring myself
To knock on that door
Cause Alice lives here forever-more

The Meat Market

The bottles line the shelves,
names in languages of countries
I've never been to nor will ever see.

Some are clear as air,
Fooling you with their appearance;
Empty they are not.

Some dark and red.
Whether from its own natural distillation,
Or the mood lights that surround their home.

Some are filled to the brim,
Like one little push
Would send them over the edge to spill their guts.

Some half empty, hollow,
Their souls drank firm;
Leaving them near empty ready to be thrown away.

Sizes tall and skinny,
Longnecks and cursive lettering;
Almost too demeur for such a common bar.

Some short and wide,
Filled with libations to tickle your stomach.
A presence with their plain simplicity.


Who makes these bottles?
Their bodies, their liquor?
Who is their god/creator?

They sit there waiting.
Will someone choose them tonight
Or will they be left there waiting for their drinker to come along?

Evenly, smoothly they stand there
The glass reflecting the lights
Competing with each other as to who stands out more.

Who wins in the game of bottles?
The one who lasts the longest on the shelf,
Preserving their inner souls from
being inhaled;
Or the one who fulfills its purpose,
Pleasing the tastes and senses of some stranger,
Only to end up thrown in the trash,
empty and alone.

A night at Excalibur

This page begs
To be filled with ink
This bottle asks
That someone will drink.
This napkin pleads
For somebody to use
This man needs
Some man to abuse

Midnight Poet

The midnight poet
Sings his song
Writes his heart
Strums along
His music internal
His words well choiced
Speaking with
His mental voice.

My Breakfast Pimp

The Prostitute
Offeres me his goodies.
Do ou want to hear the specials?
No thanks!
I point to the menu;
He takes the menu;
Gives a wink and a smile.
All around
People order.
Sluts over my hammy
The Super Sausage.

Inside My Cold Dead Heart

My mind is just filled, with blinding rage.
I could have killed but I stayed in my cage
And I don't know howlong I can keep
Cause the pain and the hurt are starting to seep..............

INSIDE MY COLD DEAD HEART
and I feeeeeeeeel
I don't want no part of this
LIIIIIIIIFE
You've chosen for me
I'm NOT REEEEEEEEAL!
How can I make you see?
How can I make you seeeee?

A reflection of you
A runaway thought
I'm always here
but I can't be caught
And I don't know howlong I can run
Cause the killing and burning HAS BE-GUN!

INSIDE MY COLD DEAD HEART
and I FEEEEEEEEEL
I don't want no part of this
LIIIIIIIIIIFE
you've chosen for me
I'm NOT REEEEEEEAL!
How can I make you see?

I'm not really here
You can't see me
But I'm part of you
What you want to be
Wake the fuck up
A voice inside your head
We're already stuck
Mine as well be DEAD!

INSIDE YOUR COLD DEAD HEART
I CAN'T FEEEEEEEEEEL
I'm just a PART of your
LIIIIIIIIIFE
that you are leeeeading
You can't SEEEEEEEE
that it's bleeeeding
that it's bleeedinggggggggg
that it's bleeedinggggggggg toooo death.

Untitled

Just when I think
That I could forget
I see you
And become upset.
I can be honest
With everyone but you
I can't say a word
About anything you do.

And I'm sorry
But this life
Has a two way street
I'm gonna say it
And you may hate it
Cause I'm standing on my own two feet;
The world doesn't
Revolve around you.