mental block

At the tip of the pen
is an endless song
of silence.

At the surface of the
paper is a merciless
peacefulness.

Blank and Faceless
it stares.
It waits.
It intimidates.

And the tip of the pen
will endure
its eternity of silence

Slow to Speak, Slow to Wrath

I see dawn on the curtains of your hair
Blood pulsing, fast and slow.
The glow of your skin, it's making me wonder
How can life be so miserably sweet--

As Shakespeare's Romeo said
"Give me my sin again"
Divine is us, you once sang
Pleasure is a taste or so of your lips.

An issue of fire burning my soul
Followed by the light from your eyes.
If I could die now, '
Don't stop me from falling.

Hush

Hush

I see
No word is needed

Just give me my sin again.