POEM

Is this what you truly want
To return to the four walls
Where man has created
The rules of your faith

In place of your heart
Rows and columns
Of expectations and borderlines
Giving you a place to fall

But also a place to tread
Not moving beyond
What has been promised
And not yet delivered

An illusion of safety
A hug that slowly over time
Breaks to splinters your brittle
Spirit to seep out your burned flesh

Leaving you with nothing but your reach
That falls short and always will

Song

Sweat dripping down his back
Subtle chill in the air
Tonight someone here is keeping secrets
Worse someone else just don’t care

There’s a burner on in the kitchen
The tv is turned up too loud
Someone’s putting something in the oven
S’got nothing to do with being proud

Chorus:
There’s no love in here
No love in the corners of this place
There’s no love in here
No love in here

She goes to bed early
He stays up for the night
He leaves before the darkness
She’ll leave in the light

Not one thought during their days
Not a moment of wanting to call
Tonight he’ll be home late again
But she never asks him at all

There’s no love in here
No love in the memories on her face
There’s no love in here
No love in here

Bridge
And shadows are dancing
On the stained cellar walls
Melodies bleeding into the night air

He thinks about when they were young
And their wedding day
That moment of realization
He shouldn’t have let slip away

But a promise is a promise
Coming with or without love
A promise is easily broken
When lover never was

There’s no love in here
No love in the memories on her face
There’s no love in here
No love in here

South Street Diner - Boston, MA

POEM

In my reflection
A familiar stranger
A flogging stick
To my ache

In my eyes
An apology
A window pane
To the dark slide

In the silence
Of my empty room
Foul words ricochet
On my shattered glass

And I’m left with
My captor
Who will never fade

POEM

Due to my shortage of new poetry, here is a poem I wrote several years ago:

Am I to blame
Letting you enter
the secret room inside me
like a ghost watching you capture
the screaming voice who owns me
slowling taking you over
oblivious of my obsession
blindly allowing my captureof the tender heart inside you
like a prey unaware
I held the keyto all this turmoil
that could have been the end
I must be to blame