They know, yes, they do, they know just how to get to you. They know how far you will go and that you won’t say no. They know, you won’t tell, they know you won’t make their life hell. They know how to hurt and to cut and they know you are in a rut. … Continue reading They Know You Know
Touch Me
Slowly touch me, caress my body with your fingers, let this tingling feeling linger. Let this feeling resonate like the voice of a singer. Feel me shudder as sweet words I utter and free my mind from daily clutter. Just concentrating on where you choose to wallow, savouring each and every hollow. Calming my spirit, … Continue reading Touch Me
Venomous Poet
Venom spitting poet, on paper with ink he sows it spitting, words in sheep like herds, serving aces changing faces. Firing bullets like cannon balls smashing into walls, angry sage of the modern age firing fury onto blank page. Take no prisoners please or offend, word Smith creating fire to send, rewriting lines that twist … Continue reading Venomous Poet
Mac 10
Spray and pray the gangster way, the little boys play, making their way owning the day. Settling arguments, making them pay, violence and revenge, Mac 10 takes the day. Deadly spray, hope and pray, life ebbs away. Black clad, bandana, bad cussing and fussing street talk, killing on the sidewalk, Mac 10 trying to make … Continue reading Mac 10
American Dream, Iowa Queen
I dream of holding you tight, of taking a dream flight to an Iowa girl who waits for me every night, even though I’m thousands of miles out of sight. Oh, my American dream Atlantic charm radiant beam. How we long to embrace across the ocean face to face. But, we both remain in different … Continue reading American Dream, Iowa Queen
Satin and White Lace
A collaboration between Mark Symmonds and Debra Sasak Ross Through satin and white lace. I can still see your face. Your features I can trace. No one could ever take your place. My heart starts to race As our passion quickens pace. My hands pull at your lace. To reveal the satin of your face. … Continue reading Satin and White Lace
Pillow
Scarlet lipstick and black liner leave their stain on the pillow of pain, that has seen the world through the eyes of its owner, the damp stained case trimmed with lace, soft comfort for salty teared face, pushed deep in, to muffle the cries, hugged tight in arms of trembling night. Holding the pillow to … Continue reading Pillow
A Good Man
Life should be so simple for a good man, who should have lots of fans. He bothers not about convention what’s more important is his intervention. From violence and insults he chooses abstention, very rarely the centre of attention. Deep down he fights his demons, which to others he seldom mentions. For he is a … Continue reading A Good Man
Killing Machines
Motors quietly spring into life, propelling the killing machines like clockwork scythes, wreaking havoc and trouble and strife, knowing no value of human life. Robotic motions showing no emotion, just forward motion to the enemy they march, through water and mud and railway arches the machines come alive to dominate the world they strive. Chopping … Continue reading Killing Machines
View from the Shadows
In the lonely shadows I hide, watching two worlds collide, scared to venture outside. I live with pride, that I am not part of what’s going on outside, part of the animalistic joyride, of sheep that swim with the tide. I’m happy in this lonely place where I hide. Some nights I have cried and … Continue reading View from the Shadows
Rhythm of the Ink 
You must be logged in to post a comment.