The Night Cries..

I step into the light, my weaknesses squirm to hide themselves,

They search for cubby holes etched within the tree of my soul..

I step back into the shadows, they suddenly rush at me, charge at me like a declaration of war..

Their serpent like bodies coil around my mind, around my neck, around my legs…

I am but a prisoner within a shell of a being..

I am but an infant within the shell of a man..

I am but a man within a shell of a world…

Is there no escape?

No release from these binding imps??

How they claw at my insides and scratch at my eyes..

Nothing of me is left pure; all is tainted with morsels of impotency..

Oh and how the night cries for me…

Oh how she weeps from the corner of her bed post..

Her tears paint  her vast breasts with an alignment of stars..

Her sobs softly kiss my exposed skin..

The Common Struggle…

An empty heart leads to a murderous hand…

Their fingertips drip blood like leaky faucets,

They strap on their suits, ties fastened tight upon the collar,

to negotiate the sins a whipping boy will take stripes for….

Our pain is of no concern,

They laugh in between stiff sips of expensive liquors, scribbling big words with cheap pens, exchanging cheap smiles.

The business man makes his move and kills yet another pawn…

Another life wasted, just a common man with common debts,

Common bills stack on a corner of a shelf, screaming to be paid…

They’ll surely starve a while more.. for there are belly’s aching to be filled..

Nothing left but common tears to cry, from common women, with common children,

All while they go to uncommon parties and somehow, fuck uncommon whores, drink uncommon wine-own uncommon bank accounts

They fight uncommon wars using common lives.. They continue to dance on uncommon floors built on the shoulders of the common man…