Poems With a Bit of Bite

THE PROGRESSION
Gone down the dark, dark tunnel
Of my inner thoughts revealed

Been further every day
Long time I've been away
Of sweet things reconciled
When time has no meaning

And I cannot breathe again
Go away into the night
Or turn your face around and fight
And maybe tough that crimson light
Too afraid that I ever might.

ULTERIOR MOTIVE
Going to town...
Ever to see
Tonight I ask her to marry me

And the talk goes on...
For day and nights I've stared
Upon her face -- I thought she cared
Come daybreak sun
Kind words were done
In satin sheets unfolded
Never again she swore
Gone running out the door

Cement heart of mine, and in my shame
Lured into cold by a pretty blonde game
Under skies now grey with bright sunlight
Ever more shall I see darkest night.

THE INTERIOR'S JAGGED EDGE
Intention turns to action
Where the mind meets matter
In the recessed soul dark secrets scatter
Sanity dwells inside that hole
Her everlasting hold

She never saw the light I shined
Her noise was forever mute
Even through her rocky root

Would I ever see the light again?
Or tough upon the heart again?
Up windy corridors unending
Lie worlds of love and hate and
Death?

Forever I've sat sitting here
Under dusk I never hear
Come daylight she is never near
King of the realm of infinite year

Or do I think I think too much
For two of us -- becomes a crutch
Forever more we never touch