There is blood on the sidewalk.
There, just outside the door.
Blood, red, a pool that is still moist
and it spreads – dripping over the curb.
This is not metaphoric blood –
the blood of a nation or of a cause.
It is not the blood of innocent babies
plucked from the safety
of their collective wombs.
It is not the blood of a hero,
or of a martyr, or of an innocent victim.
I have cried tonight,
and I cried my heart out.
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I know your name, your age, and your address, Your best friend and your sexual preference, Who you dated in high school, and since then, Much more do I know, yet we’ve never met. Finding you out was easy, It only took me one day; I know you’ll think this is sleazy, But your license…
Time has a way of changing things. Why, just the other day I was getting my things together for a trip to the laundry. I had it all sorted, all ready to go, then I thought “I really ought to shower before I offend an unsuspecting public.” So I reach in the closet for my…
Chocolate mescaline Alice in Wonderland, the old is the new and surrounds me with you. In case you weren’t listening; maybe my words melted in your mind, maybe from your world you didn’t see my eyes begging for a single moment of time. I want to take your youth, I want to steal you away…
To know what hate feels like is to know the bitter side of life, it steals little pieces of your soul, little pieces that might never grow. I was at work the day after Christmas, nineteen eighty five, when the call came. And my boss, who was my friend, handed me the phone with a…
Soft lips caress, brush light across mine, igniting sparks wake my slumbering soul. Touching fingertips dance with glee, then retreat, fingers intertwine, hold on for this moment in time. Tracings designs on to your neck, and farther still, on to your breasts, excited nipples reach out to mine. Breast to breast we rest, hardened flesh…
