Fine wine and sweet lullabies

A frown on your lips as you watch them dine
The last liquid of your life is poisonous wine

Drowning in dark heavens we are weightless stones
Skipping past the horrors of the red dancing souls

You see beauty in the black skeletons eye
Smiling lips cracks as hell floods the sky

Such lightness withers until it fades
You become the sweet flowers that dies and decades

Bless you Father and Mother

Forgive them Father above
It is in your house that he sin
In pleasurable throes of immoral act
Not once, neither be twice but three times again
and again

Love taken away by hate
Spite runs, long and fast through the soft beating heart
No amount of distance apart
Can dull affections of fury and amorous twins

Blood stains and sweet champagne
Mother cry for Father
No sorrow for sweet innocent corrupted daughter
Bitter whore is she for knowledge of the act
Runs deeper than the sin

Spit on the grave of both
Curses of disdain on double rotten heads
Forgiveness she said to the holy man
Will only be brought when her body is dead
When blood and disgust no longer haunts under the skin

Rabbit in the clock

Look between lines of depression and alcohol knit together tight
Take me home tonight she said to the black rabbit
Water in her eyes, off the lids a downwards flight
Don't think of yesterday, the rabbit white response
Fighting off the man dressed in sand with all her might
Disappointments seeps into her brown skin
Plants the seeds of sorrow as the clocks tick-tock-tick
The pain is not a hundred but only one lonely pin
Spinning goes the ceiling, dark liquor making her sick
Day is always better than night the gray rabbit says
Heaviness in her heart, she closes brown eyes and wait for a new day

Fairgrounds blues

The Ferris-wheel is off centered
So is the merry-go-round
Sound muffled like talking through a cloth filter
Little men dressed in red looks like ants on the ground
Child cries, mother scream, father frown

Plastic frogs and flower print horses smiles
Despite the tears that fell from the skies
The flashes of Gods camera blinds us for a millisecond
Before the world darkens

As the Ferris-wheel runs off the with merry-go-round
With the children still sitting in the coloured baskets
The sorrowful fairgrounds.

Winter Flowers

Are you there God?
Yes, my little lost one?

Will you kill me please and bury me in the snow
Then when the sun melts plant some purple flowers

The ones that blooms bright after the Aprils showers?
No the ones that dies right before winter

Why do you want whither?
The snow reflects my cold life
It was her purple flowers that me less bitter

Past emotions

She took a dull knife and plunged into sadness
Envy, wrath, fury, lost self-control
Destruction, frustration, vexation, madness
Loneliness, depression, obsession, her soul
Annoyance, vexation, drowning in bitterness
With anguish, misery, sorrow, melancholy
Vulnerable, relieved, content, numbness
Woeful, heartsick, doleful, dreary

Hush little lover

In our warm afterglow, sex fogs the windowpane
Contentment lays with our feminine bodies
We watch as Lady Harpies frolic in the summer rain
She is my Venus and I her Aphrodities

Secret whispered affections to my beloved
I desire only her touch and so I am lured easily into her embrace
With others around I bow and press my lips to her silky white gloves
But If they only knew how her skin was softer than any lace

Her higher birth, complicates the situation too much
For with the rise of the sun, broken is destined be my heart
Cracking with each pound, longing for her vixen touch
Damned be the exposing light that rips us 'part

Warm emotion

Melting my heart in the warmest part of her hands
Kissing it tenderly - such a nectarous, delectable brand
Opening up her moist lips and whisper gently her poetry
No innocent words portray how I feel when your fingers touch me
Emotion so strong its all that I can stand
As you hold my heart in the warmest part of you hands

Lunar Flower

And then I kissed her rosy lips
Setting my body on blazing fire 
Seeping down neck, breast, to inner hips
Enticing arms embraced me, her thorny vines of desire

My mind strokes her soft petaled body
Sinful hands wishes to do the same
Urges so strong and wanting to fly free
But doubts keeps the honey bee's tamed

The moon blooms her to life again
But death comes with the rising sun
Last night we bathed in each others sin
And waited for morning to once again come

Persons-like me

Existing Situation

 

Needs some attention and must feel she is somewhat important to those around her. Is conceited and is easily offended, but most time wont voice that offense to offender, thinking everyone has their own set opinions. However, is unaware how bitter and resentful it makes her.

 

Stress Sources

 

Unfulfilled hopes have left her feeling uncertain and even a little fearful about the future.  Needs to feel secure and avoid further disappointment; fears she will be looked over, lose her position, or lose respect. 

 

Restrained Characteristics

 

Although she feels isolated and alone, she is afraid of forming deep, meaningful relationships. Thus, the reason why she form them. Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief.  She is able to find temperary pleasure and happiness in sexual activity, as long as there is not a lot of conflict or emotional difficulty.

 

Desired 

 

Wants everyone one to be happy and unaware of her own struggles thinking no one needs to feel weighed down by her burdens. Needs to feel reliable for others to cover up for the disappointments done to her. Wishes to be useful in some way that will reach out to people in order to find someone to understands her.

 

Actual Problem

 

Is disappointed and let down, feels there is no point in making new goals as they will leave her feeling the same way.  Is unable to admit to her short comings, which leads her to act out in an aggressive and resentful way.