I know exactly what's up, friend
and I usually have things right;

but in my quest to not offend
I'll try my best to seem polite.

I don't care much for conflict, so
at those times I may look away;

but, I'll remember times with you
wish I'd stayed at home that day!

You're brand of scandalousity
does almost make me ill;

a detour would have set me free
avoiding clashes with your will.

Your hidden mind agendas, or
what really makes me tense;

the warmth of pleasure
settles like a shot of
greasy brandy

vernacular television spotlight
bathes my beauty
and we adore the wretched
sheets
eating chips while the affects
slithers like a serpent through
us

she dances

looking for her selves
in the haunted mirror
naked and alone

the kitchen chair like a toppled
throne is jammed secure
against the knob to the hall

the dirty carpet

"you dont fucking call me anymore"

After the auspicious consideration
given to this procedure I am left with no choice
I am to fight the same fight
handed over to me
at birth

No one asks
for such responsabilities in life
Thats why it's detremental
in our existence
to abide by simple rules

Produced to conform the unconformable
Seemingly made to be broken
Unspoken thoughts invade
my surroundings

Blind Choices
my vision is clouded over,
a misty veil obscures my sight.
I frantically attempt to focus,
straining with all my might.
Wanting to be unruffled,
feelings get in the way.
Common sense is stifled
as heavily it does weigh.
Doubt rears its ugly head again,
dare I to believe,
in all that has been sacrificed
and all we could achieve?
Formidable is the gossip
destruction set free.
This time I will ignore it,
and treat it as debris
Sometimes it takes a leap of faith