I am the

Architect of

The prison I'm in

Intimidating edifice

Composed of all my sin

Just how it went so wrong

Don't know where to begin

Now I'm trapped in this place

With the things I fear and hate

Though I knew better-I blamed fate

Fake philosophy and religiosity aside

From consequences-there's no where to hide...

Gulp down my soul

Enjoy my sin from within

Let the visions wake up

Your senses

Vibes of lust

Internal bust

Shocked by static seduction

Dripping wetness of

Euphoric eruptions

Investigate my mind

Controlled by desire

Ragging flames of intriguing fire

Get burned from the

Deep sensations

Minds spinning from

Love inducing medications

Chills up your spine

From the friction

Of your new addiction

Pulses ablaze to the

End of my maze

Seduced by sin

Let the cravings begin

S.W.~2016

Lying in my sea of midnight sin

I see threatening images of darkness

Looming in mirror of past misdeeds

Stung by needles of pain within

Life a destructive deception

Finding shadows in absence of light

Undulating serpents creep within

Eyes that can’t see, can’t escape

Glass of soul breaks, leaving trails

of hurt shadows and cold touch

I sleep in never ending evil

Alone, I listen to the end,

suffocated by black murkiness.

Oh my love, we have sinned

We play a game no soul can win

Say those words, they mean nothing now

I've let you further in than I should allow

Love and loss, it's more than I can take

Be mine for the night, even if it's fake

As the names of the fallen slipped from her mind, 

she remembered it was  a sin to forget,

the only sin left since she didn't follow Kosher,

anymore.

Watch the woman in the Polish shawl,

sitting on a park bench,

watch and whisper with entertained sympathy,

"I heard she was in Auschwitz."

We Americans cannot tear our eyes away from a car crash.

Watch as her thin mouth,

moved into action by some unworldly force,

slowly forms names;

it goes on forever

and she's still in the a's

We were

promised

that truth would

set us free

from sin.

So we set

out in search

of truth and

found only

the corruption of

complacency

and mundane

mediocrity.

The libraries

were full

of unread books

and we

were fed on

reheated, deferential

platitudes designed

to prevent

troublesome thinking.

And as the glamour

from the

precious promises

faded,

hypocrisy

rose

from

the

ashes.

Sitting on the sidewalk in a little fragile heap is a man whom I've seen before. I think to myself, he was somebody's baby once. 

I scramble for loose change at the bottom of my purse. The sound has his attention and he looks at me with a broken and filthy smile. I smile back apologetically and empty my palm of nickels, pennies and dimes into the empty plastic cup.

Noisy commuters fill the coffee shop as I step into line. The smell of baked goods fills the air. I finger through my wallet, and hand the cashier a twenty.

I thought of the sinful deed I'd done,

and I know it wasn't right.

Her funeral is tomorrow

but they're hanging me tonight.

I stood there in the downpour

with a heavy heart and trembling hands,

I took the life of the girl I loved

and that good for nothing man.

I looked to God for safety,

but he wasn't to be found. 

I cried "Oh Lord forgive me.

If I hang please cut me down."

But I  knew what I deserved,

that death would be the price.

A mighty bolt of lightning

showed me the face of Jesus Christ.

I can feel your despair

When you find that the

Dreams have undone

Your careful repairs

Once again.

You hold me against you

As I lay shattered on our bed

And you murmur gentle things

That the dreams never say

Once again.

You ask my permission

To kiss away my sorrow

And I cry in gratitude

Because the dreams didn't ask

Once again.

The dreams always return and, for a time,

You must treat me as though touching me

Is a sin, but I know that when I break,

You will gladly hold me back together

Once again.

Dangling there in forbidden leaves

Beautiful Sin sways in the breeze

I pass by and avert my eyes...

But return again at the next sunrise

With a hasty glance over my shoulder

I grasp the fruit, feeling much bolder

Touching it to the tip of my tongue

I sink in my teeth; the deed is done

Feeling tired and suddenly old

I seek for cover from the biting cold

I never knew that I must be hidden

Until I had tasted that fruit forbidden