You are not forgotten.....

New works coming soon, and
hopefully I will put out some of my pieces live.


Love Always

Topless

She has nothing left.
Stares into a mirror
That's gives off no reflection of the girl she
Used to be.
Bloodshot eyes tell no sign of reluctantcy
As she sit high
On her pedestal of complacency. 
Her inhibitions are jaded.
She pours a glass of reality and knocks it back
As if it were nothing

because 
She's been here before. 
And it's easier to relieve
Than a shot of denial
Which burns during and after,
And leaves you without control.
But she takes a shot anyway to get her through the night.
Drunk on a misconception of what is, 
She steps on stage

Tries to pull herself together in order to become

That faint dream that husbands lust over,

Nestled in between silk bed sheets

And intoxicating Chanel.

She sways her hips from left to right

Left to right

Manipulating the minds of her followers

Coaxing them into believing

That this picture is real.

That the Hypnosis is just a side-effect

To the ultimate enlightenment.

Her back-side view

Maintains the trance,

Keeps the cult flocking

In need of the wisdom kept between the folds her breasts

Constantly trying to seek the knowledge

That comes with slipping to 20 in a thin bikini.

Hoping to maybe graze against her supple flesh

Accidently feel her thigh

In anticipation that she’ll react in pleasure.

That maybe she’ll want one of them to be her

Daddy,

When all she really wants is someone to be her Daddy.

Looks into the faces of the crowd madly

Her sobriety has taken over to discover

What fails to really be.

She meets with the eyes of these men

But they fail to see her ,

Only her body.

Just as her father did

She can no longer bare to look