losing touches,
always meant so much
a crying heart,
alone and torn

always giving what never was sought
harbouring an image ,
seashores of dreams

decieving,
believing in portents of dreams
getting lost,

cacaphonous screams
mind bending,
twists of fate
philosophical debates ,
shattered reality

electronic tastes of fleshly desires
sparks of creation on my sheets

cold and bleak the future it sends
rage against what never was
losing strength to meet the bleak

stonewalled repose crashed into glass
pieces of love scattered in the wind

heart rendered flacid used and abused
taken in stride ,
moves against the wind
dances alone ,
again and again

almost a fading history that never started
could have been written but ink was forgotten
paperless writing spoken word to poem

always underestimated,
never understood
expressing an emotion that hurts to expose

addicted to voices ,
soft and voluptuous
tantelizing,
yet teasing in want and
desires