You Pimped My Heart

I don't really know where to start.
Some how you pimped my heart.
You asked for five but I gave twenty.
Had money and for once I had plenty.

But hugs like yours don't come easy.
They help me so I don't feel queasy.
You loved me when I was unlovable.
Your warmth has been discoverable.

You loved me when I just a beast.
You never treated bad in the least.
You loved me when I was a pup.
I am glad that you never gave up.

I was shy to even ask for a hug.
You weren't afraid of my mug.
You just knew I needed like you.
Just seemed the right thing to do.

Sometimes I just came to see you.
Other times because I wanted to.
A wonderful friend from the start.
Some how you pimped my heart.

How Could I Know

How could I know
That you could touch my soul
With little fingertips
And with such sweet lips?
Telling me what I wanted to hear
With words so dear.
Said with childlike grace
And with a pouted face.
Temptress of the night
You are such a delight
Tormenting me with flesh
And soft gentle caress.
You made me so aware
That you were there
By giving into our desire
That started a real fire.
Oh, want you touch me again
Like you did little friend
And hold me so tight
While I dream of you tonight.

The Fairy Godfather

Once upon a time in a far away land
The Godfather tried to lend a hand.
The Godmother was having much stress
Brought on by the Godfather and PMS.

She told her husband she couldn't go;
She had dependents and he should show.
The Godfather tried to get out of it
But the Godmother through a real fit.

Reluctantly the Godfather did give in
His reasoning was that he couldn't win.
He donned her wings and her magic wand
Knowing well that he had been conned.

He thought well they can come to him
But the Godmother said you go to them.
He tried her wings but he couldn't fly
One small girl saw him and she did cry.

What's wrong he asked the little girl?
Don't you have Godfathers in your world?
Yes, but aren't all the fairies female?
He tried to answer but not very well.

Tabula Rasa

All the pages seemed to be empty
The first time I came to recovery.
For the blackouts had removed pain
But I learned that no pain-no gain.

The invisible ink was hard to read
As it was clouded by an unreal need.
I had to learn how to open the book
Because I was told I needed to look.

For in those pages my answer lied
And to read I had to overcome pride.
I wrote new pages over invisible ink
As each day insights made new links.

Broken passageways came to neural net.
Things forgotten I had retained, yet.
Dendrites and axons began to regrow.
All my synapses started to glow.

Barren wastelands spouted oasis anew.
I was able to be honest even with you.
The journey of my quest of many miles
Was rewarded by warm feelings and smiles.

The Shadow Of The Void

With words you said that you loved me.
I tried to touch but my arms were empty.
I could not feel you touching me back.
And it gave me such a panic attack.

The intimacy that we once had shared.
A forgotten memory of the way we cared.
I could not bring back love on my own.
Where our love went became unknown.

Strangers we became in a world of doubt.
Shadows of a real love that was cast out.
We suffered from the realm of the void.
Our love lives but it is not now enjoyed.

Because it lives without us for company.
In some conceptual world; A lost entity.
Frozen in time like a slippery banana peel.
We can not touch, see, hear, smell or feel.

Like a ghost it floats on landscapes surreal.
Searching for us so it can be again real.
It escaped through the cracks without feel.
Living without us and it will never heal.

The Ghost Of Tears

You don't have to die.
You can live for me.
You don't have to cry.
You can laugh; Be free.

love all of them hon

Will There Be Call Lights In Heaven?

The old nurse asked for lotion on her skin.
Shes ninety-five years old and still rolling.
Hunchbacked and crippled she still smiles.
In her room we chatted and talked for a while.

With a sparkle in her eyes she gave me a grin.
She explained how much she enjoyed being a LPN.
Said she didn't get around like she used to.
But her eyes were still charming and deep blue.

Warmed the lotion in my hands and began to apply.
She said I should charge and then I asked why.
Told me of her two sons; A doctor and a dentist.
Interesting to listen to; I felt like an apprentice.

Told me how the nursing home was a hospital, then.
And how much it had changed since way back when.
She said that she was glad that folks still care.
Wondered if there would be call lights up there.

I warmed the lotion in my hands to rub her down.
I took off her day clothes and put on her gown.
I laid her on her bed and left down the hall.
Thankful that there was always someone on call.

The Fellowship

Then I reached for a straw but grabbed a ship.
With each careful step I didn't have to trip.
Paranoid delusions and psychotic episodes slipped.
My suicidal tendencies I entered the fellowship.

Those first days when I didn't know who to trust.
Suggested steps then came to be a damn well must.
For everything that I had tried before failed me.
That wonderful peace and that awesome serenity.

Being able to hold my head up with a new pride.
That wondrous feeling of transformation inside.
Coming to believe that there was help even for me.
That grateful moment of clarity and sweet serenity.

Knowing I wasn't alone and there were others like me.
Knowing that you were real and had a plan, Sovereignty.
Believing that you hadn't given up on me like I had you.
Accepting me back into the fold and knowing what to do.

Wiping my tear-stained eyes with a hug so endearing.
Taking away the guilt and all that I had been fearing.
Letting me know you in a way I hadn't ever before.
Then we landed crossing over to that beautiful shore.

Your words ,as always,go straight to my soul Roy. Excellent pieces, its been awhile since I have read you

I am glad you like them. I enjoyed writing poetry as I know you must, too. At poems and quotes I encourage young writers to write what they feel.

Today

Today, I let the sunlight in and it didn't hurt so bad.
Today, I found I had more friends than I thought I had.
Today, I knocked down more cobwebs and became less sad.
Today, I swept the floor and the place looked less bad.
Today, my friend looked at me and I did not appear mad.
Today, I think cleaning my dungeon could be a real fad.
Today, I was not so morbid and I felt less like a Vlad.
Today, I smiled and laughed a little and I was so glad.

Dragons Crossing

When dragons fight
There is much light.
When dragons budge
Its sweet as fudge.

Dragons in the dark.
Who will make the spark?
Whose fire is greater?
Will we learn, later?

Dragons in the day.
Who has the right of way?
Will they honor our homage?
Can we make this pilgrimage?

Dragons crossing ahead.
Go another way instead?
Is there a softer and easier way?
How long are we to stay?

Dragons sometime rumble.
Do dragons ever stumble?
When do dragons roar?
Is it hard just to ignore?

My Rainbow

My rainbow is beautiful with so many colors.
My rainbow is gentle and softer than flowers.
My rainbow is unique; There is just one of her.
My rainbow is strong; As strong as her brother.

She smiles and the heavens just open up to me.
When I think of her she reminds me of being free.
She stretches across the whole sky so naturally.
She tells me that she will love me for all eternity.

There was only the moon bow to bright my night.
Then I saw her with arms in the broad daylight.
She is a gift and a promise gave by a true friend.
She is balanced without; She is balanced within.

When my sky becomes cloudy I know she comes.
Because of her the storm clouds are welcomed.
She can come when the sun shines with its rain.
She is like a wave in the sky with a sweet refrain.

My rainbow is beautiful with so many colors.
My rainbow is gentle and softer than flowers.
My rainbow is unique; There is just one of her.
My rainbow is strong; As strong as her brother.

Addicted To Love

Addicted to love and how it feels.
Addicted to love and how it heals.
Nothing else will to fill the void
Even though it I will try to avoid.

Sometimes I just can't help myself.
I just want to keep it all to self.
But when your love mixes with mine.
Never was anything so like its kind.

The hunger of it I can't get enough.
Its so awesome; Its wonderful stuff.
Some how I feel it when you're around.
It just lifts my heart off the ground.

How I lived without; I will never know.
Sometimes I can feel it deep in my soul.
Want to keep it; Don't want to share.
But I can't hold it in when your there.

It just bubbles over and gets on you.
I worry cause I don't know what to do.
It was all mine but you took it away.
But its still there and it stayed.

great as always ty

Thank you for reading. I hope you are enjoying this warm day.

Masochist In Training

So you want learn how to become a masochist?
Life was just too beautiful and you're pissed?
There just wasn't enough hell in life for you?
You were just too lucky and it made you blue?

Your view of heaven was all torture and pain?
You want to learn how to love the whip, again?
It wasn't enough to have peace and contentment?
You desire the drama and the joy of resentment?

You're in luck; There is plenty of hell around.
Give me a minute; A good sadist can be found.
Now be a good slave and don your pretty chains.
Not quick enough; Lets see you do it, again.

I know how to beat you; No need to fret and worry.
But its OK if you want to; We're in no hurry.
The fun is just starting; I can take your pride.
Ere I get done with you; You'll have pain inside.

Feel better now that your sanity is finally leaving?
Feel the comfort of the shackles and new grieving?
Lets don the hood while I give the whip a rest.
There is always a new pain and always a new test.

Sent My Anger To Hell

I went and sent my anger to hell.
But it didn't like it very well.
It just *****ed and complained.
Couldn't get it out of my brain.

No rest it gave me night or day.
It just had to have its own way.
Told me I would miss being mad.
Told me it would make me sad.

My anger had it in for me.
My anger wouldn't let me be.
My anger would throw a fit.
There was no help for it.

My anger couldn't be happy in hell.
Screw my anger; I thought, oh well.
Tortured discontented it became.
It began to call out my name.

It seems hell wasn't just far enough.
Hell must be made of real strong stuff.
Then one day I became so very bored.
Anger said that it couldn't be ignored.

I forgave my anger and it took me back.
My anger doesn't have that much tack.
But it is my anger and part of me.
If you love something then set it free.

Tatters

What more could you ask for?
How much happier could you be?
Take a drive like we did before?
Look at the world for you and me?
You are with me; What else matters?
The job will be there tomorrow.
Others lost in endless chatters.
For a moment you are everything.
The world revolves around you.
Then I hear the class bell ring.
I can see that the sky is blue.
Its time for school; Life shatters.
I go through the motions, again.
Then its all back to tatters.