Cold as ice, no fun no vice. Locked in your mind-set, stiffened, rigid. No give no play not tempted to stray. Comfortable land of certainty, no joy, no glee. Tunnel vision, ahead you see, bypass emotion the attraction of the ocean. No emotion, icy steel, always on an even keel. Wounds fester, never heal, underneath … Continue reading Cold as Ice
Serial Killer
In the shadows of the night, hidden from the moon light by the dark, stands a man cloaked in black. His blade sends a glint of light as the beams from the moon bounce back. This man of darkness is not here to fight. Dark destroyer, killer in the street, not the kind of guy … Continue reading Serial Killer
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
ACROSS A DEEP BLUE SEA
There is a deep blue sea between Flanders and me, a sea of red lays beyond the blue. Poppies for soldiers who gave their lives for me and you. Between the crosses they still grow, a memory of veterans that never came home. The last heroes left, pay homage in this foreign land where they … Continue reading ACROSS A DEEP BLUE SEA
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
Heaven
Angels floating on clouds, rescuing the dead from their shrouds leaving the bad to the Satan clan, angels take the sole of good men. They soar to the sky with the big wing span, a succession of souls from women children and men. Skyward, they fly through invisible sky to the utopia on high. Then, … Continue reading Heaven
Rhythm of the Ink 
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