You Did WHAT With A Monkey's blog: "My Ignorant Poetry..."

Every night and every morning; Some to misery are born. For the crown of our life as it closes…. Is darkness, the fruit there of dust? No! Thorns go as deep as the rose’s. And love is more cruel than lust. Solitude is restitution for a heart made of glass. Is it heaven, a prison, or an escape at last? As I sit, I smile….. Sometimes reminiscing in the past. I often ponder the reasons as to why love never lasts. Reality hits me like a ton of bricks. My heart, my soul….. They’re closed… Barely ceasing to exist. I yearn for love, That’s without a doubt. Yet fear consumes me, quickly I bail out. Emotions are concealed. The tongue always silenced. Hmmmm…..... I wonder who noticed? *All of these poems have been copyrighted and are published on the Internet as my original work and under my own copyright by The International Library of Poetry (poetry.com). Copyright ©2004

Open up and let me in. Let me bleed your soul. SHow me the true you- No more hidden messages. Let me know your fears - Bring me into your world. I'm not hear to judge - just observe... learn, possibly linger. Dwindle your nerves with my little finger. I wanna taste your un-canny ways, Wanna gain your trust. Wanna dip inside of you- Just to feel your lust.

Forever alone in my silence, I feel myself swimming in fear. Consumed by the thought of rejection.. Restless, I do adhere. Cards delt from the wrong deck of decision, I hold my hand high as I cry. Truth be known, This fault is of my own. Life carries no sympathy to buy.

It was a maze to solve to get to my heart. Once you reached the end, you ripped it apart. I'm plotting the murder of love. The sun burns forever, somehow reminding me of you. Yet your aura is black, hollow and cold. I'm forced to cleanse the clearing within the pasture of my soul.

Twists and turn of possibilities - torrents of atrocities, Meshing circumfrances of space. What is this reality you face? Your tears kept bottled in a jar, listless, you speak but from afar. Alone again in sin. Shadows dancing in the wind I witness you breating- You're in slow motion. Hiding from the pain within.

I'm loosing my nerve. But all of me you deserve. Stuck in silence, I swim in fear. Falsifying myself to myself. Do you want a different version of me - A vision of perfection, a hypocrisy - or the truth, the real me? I was always told: "Don't ask the questions, if you fear the answers, wait for signs, don't bring disaster." Well, welcome to nowhere ...You've found me.... Caught in a self-involved tug of war. This is where I live, this is where I breath. I don't have a painted mask, I don't want to regret, I feel an old persona inside begging to be set free - In the end will I bend?

As the clouds burst into tears, Raindrops fall. With the grass again, begging for more. Dirt turning into mud, puddles begin to form The sky once blue, now gray. A familiar sting, As I stroll through the park. Moisture upon my face, I smile. Another small reminder of my youth.