UGLY FACE

Better I were dead than this.

Overwhelming beauty; loads of compassion and splendor,

oozing out from the angel's warm bossom.

Nothing else matters most than her kiss of confidence and

her arousing breath each time i laid on her chest to unburden

agony's load from the head of my aching heart.

Just before I could spell "safe haven" a chill ran down my spine.

it was cold and sharp, piercing through my throbbing heart.
Gasping for my final breath, I battled to get a grip on the ghost of trust.
I died a thousand deaths only to unmask the reality of; the angel of friendship betrayed has an ugly face.

BLURRED

Bleak and dark streaks of pitch darkness blazed to lighten our paths.


Gown of illusion knitted from old fabrics of delusion; we hoist to offer,
only to face demening intrusion.


Demons clothing as angels of light, ravaging wolves bleating like humble
lambs, await the defenseless moments to devour.


Today holds a blurred mysterious puzzle whose solution lies in our heinous
past.


Like a stuck treasure chest thousands of feet in the earth of the deep blue,
so is the past of everyone.


THIS IS THE FUTURE IN OUR HISTORY.