poets corner's blog: "twisted thoughts"

Is there anyone out there? Yelling down the pitch black hall I wondered if they were there? Do they hear my calls? Solitude to overcome . Are they friends? Or long days to overcome? Talking to myself in black and white . The verbal communication is what I write. Jaded from the passing time. Keeping myself company with this rhyme. Shadow figures on the wall . The movement light dancing , Is the call . Entertainment on whim. My mind is cluttered My loneliness is my sin. Echoes of a time to pass My solitude is what I grasp Wicked is this curse For with my self I shall converse . By Scott baker

Hung out to dry! I had a dream just the other day Instead of staying you walked away Ripping out my hearts desires our love melted in a burning fire I begged and pleaded for you to stay You shook your head and said no way You said you have had it up to here Holding your hands to the sky so near I pleaded with the gods and the devils too Even mixed up a witches brew Looking for a way to hold you near Struggling with pains wiping back the tears Upon the closure all you said welcome to a singles bed Its not your fault the sky is dim its just bad genes left to you from mortal men I know you tried that I can see But what you gave does not fill my need A warm heart is not enough I need life with material stuff The riches of love just feeds the heart Its just feels a small part I need a life with burning desire With some gold , emeralds and fire Passion like you can’t conceive So here is your rope thirteen knots Is all you need! Scott baker

Sipping from your pulsing veins Hearing your heart pound like rain Walking through the midnights fire Letting it take us even higher Warming my heart with your love Making me fear the cross above Transforming my lust and fire Laying next to you is my only desire! Finding peace in your arms Falling for all your charm Being seduce by blood and bone For your heart is my new home Scott baker

Pitch black with razor wire I hang from this cross Never thinking of anything just the path I lost In the cold pouring rain I found my pleasure in self righteous pain Gray stones in which I am kept Will never keep me from your luscious neck My torment is you When we are apart You left me hanging with A lonely heart… Scott Lee Baker

For I have nothing to say Who would lessen any way I write these words every day just therapy in its own way In trapped from with in Expressing my self seems to be a sin In solitude is were I walk my self conservations Is what writing brought. Scott baker

Conjuring peace. The smell of sage calming the rage Cleansing one’s mind as you read this page Conjuring the spirits from within Purifying your thoughts, protecting you from sin Chanting the word in signing rhyme Binding your enemies for all time Scott baker

Whispering winds upon a summers sky Whipping the tears from ones eyes A bitter path upon a sunset Today’s tragedy was just miner upset back Tomorrow brings brighter day As the night sleep wipes the troubles away. Scott baker

Walking upon the bloody tacks Feeling the lashes on my back Clawing at oblivious rhymes Breaking my back to please you all the time Satisfaction is yours alone I’m just busted my heart is with out a home Scott baker

despondency Ecstasy is not for me to say I touch you, you move away Never feeling the elation Seems to be in a single nation The euphoria of the mind is not shared It’s just mine, in the cold open air Intoxication of fantasies past, her emotions Cut me like broken glass Paradise is untouched today, she just got up walked away Missing the rapture every time, as I think about this rhyme Exhilaration is never felt the pain hits me below the belt Euphoria has left me behind heaven has locked it’s gates and left up a closed sign By Scott baker

Tragedy. Tragedy struck today two hearts went their own ways One heart was blue , cold as ice As words cut the veins once or twice. The other turned black as stone cement pumping through to the bone All closed up for the day ! Both threw love down and walked away. Scott baker