2.13.2012

my valentine

you had my heart in your hands
two times it bled and broke
you picked it up and patched it up
mended for better days

those blue eyes casted a spell
drunk on love
intoxicating romance
tripping over your sway

cloud 9
that’s where we sit
our special cloud
marshmallow kisses

12.29.2011

an ode to your ghosts

Forgive me my King
I must have stolen your crown
shackled you to the ground
and made you my jester

Left solitaire and cut
with your snapshot decisions
of haunted ghosts
and unpainted canvas

Humming 'Goodbye Pisces'
while that tattoo proves right
If only my clock had more hours
I would've fit into your world

Paint me a happy ending
oils in sugar cement
I'll be on my way now
dreaming of what could have been



11.14.2011

farewell my white hare


you had me in your seat
taking me from sunrise to sunset
through Arizona's petrified forest
past the Jacob trees
and back around past the cantina

you had me girl
chasing down your rabbit hole
where the music played
the wine flowed
through our wonderland of gold

you were there when my heart was full
and around when it split in two
but it was just me and you
a hare and his boy
marvelous ride of joy

although tomorrow we part
you're always in my heart
tea parties in the dark

so long my lovely hare
farewell my dear Alice

11.08.2011

my shade

sludge and grim
I can call you mine
filthy pure
cotton black
is just one thing I lack

welcome to my shade
the dark in the blaze

I hide it well
beneath this angel cloak
until it unravels
into a pile of tarnish
decency is something I lack

welcome to my shade
sordid mesh blade

you've pulled me from my cave
my squalid hiding spot
I've put down my braves
knelt and prayed

now you've seen my shade
won't you sit and stay



10.31.2011

ghosts and spooks

Ghosts and spooks
and sugar too
Monsters hiding in the shadows
While the demons gather sweets
Treats for their fangs
Tricks performed by wizards
Will conjure up the candy gods
Wear your masks
Perform your chocolate dance
Because the ghosts and spooks
are out there to trick or treat you

9.28.2011

wall

I’m taking the pieces down
brick by brick
pulling back the overgrown vines
wrapped, coiled, dead

hands dirty
each day it’s crumbling down
my stone fortress will be
gone, destroyed, in ruins

racing to green fields
sun burning bright
your soul warming my light
found, reactivated, changing

9.13.2011

thrilling



You know Coco, the woman with the ass rack, who can wear a bikini (or not) like it's a pair of everyday clothing. Well, she wrote her own mystery novel - I say novel loosely.


I'm not sure what this book is about, but I hope it has something to do with a stripper rocking a camel toe in search of a sexy party gone wrong type of murder.


Cheers to you Coco!


Oh, to purchase a copy of Angel, go here.