Poetry:H

Having
Heights
Hells Kitchen
Her




Having

i have no words to say

i have no thoughts to think

i have no life to take

i have no time to waste

i have no heart to break

i have no mind to lose

i have no gods for sake

i have no breath to blow

i have no love to make

i have no town to burn

i have no earth to shake


i have the stars to kiss

i have the moon to smile

i have the friend to miss

i have the dark to thank

i have the art, it's bliss

i have the sun to shine

i have the snake to hiss

i have the fruit to eat

i have the will to this

i have the blood to bleed

i have the brain to twist




Heights

Light words that float through the air towards me..they fall like lead

upon my dark and empty soul.


Frivolous times were spent on thoughts that once belonged to me. No

one can save them, no one can hear them, they are you , they are what

controls me....


they are who I am.




Hell's Kitchen

skeletons of angelic wings

and charcoal'd dust blankets

the smell of tar, moist decay rising

to the topless towers of the watchers


guadians of the points

bleakly cringe as another "hollowed one"

is caught beneath a black bubble of redolent eternity

forever encased in darkness


fiery breath of steam

and fringed streams of hideous light

the boundaries of love and hate collide

shuddering the loss of yet another soul





Her

White delicate petals fall from my hands

My sparkling eyes, they can't reach yours


And I don't care how typical it all is.

I don't care that she wants you too.


There was something special in the air.

This incessant ringing in my ears,

Why won't you stop it?


And I was who you wanted me to be.

For a second I was Her.


And for a moment I thought I was loved

As much as you love her.


For if she wants you,

She has you.

And you love her all the more.

Why?