outlawktty's blog: "My poems"

"Choices are not wrong or right, Just differ as day does to night, There may be roads and bridges to mend, But they all meet at one place, the end."

purring needing, wanting arching into your hands waiting for tender caresses passion ignites, consuming my body hot soft kisses upon my skin moisture beads on my brow smiling, sated purring

Down in the heart of all the evil I found myself being the new member. What did I do, where did I go wrong? I tried hard to remember. Maybe I should have gone to church. Maybe I shouldn't have cussed so much Or was it that I didn't pray? Maybe I should have had a lighter touch. But God fogives all that you do wrong! So why was I not forgiven too? What is the secret to it all? Somebody give me a clue! An old man walked up to me. He said, "I know what you did wrong." Then he walked away, Humming a sad song. I ran after him impatiently. "Tell me, tell me what it is! I must know the true secret! Do I have to take a quiz?" "Let me ask you two questions." he said. "Have you ever 'asked'to be forgiven?" "Have you ever been saved?" "Wow", I said, "No, I had forgotten!" So in the firey pits of evil, I prayed a little prayer. I asked for forgiveness and to be saved, Which, down here, is a sight that is rare. Then in the darkness, appeared a light. And in the light appeared a shape. God fought the devil and took me home. I survived a sweet escape.

I am alone, so very alone I hurt, so very bad I am ignored, just thrown aside I am security, for others to have I am lonely, there is no one close, no one sees the pain I cry, hope is gone I am alone, and no one knows

I took a right turn at confusion, Past a tree of regretful leaves, Down the narrowness of contentment, And found a smile that happily grieves. Stumbled, into an ocean of unfolded lies, Waded in the tides of unwiped tears, Lost in the maze of broken promises, Then, finally found unrealized fears. Walking along a path that once was mine, Holding the wrist of bleeding salvation, Perceiving voices from darkened meadows, In my arms, I hold my own deadly creation. Battered, broken, sacred shining wings, Pieces of a halo to be left unfound, My beautiful creation, of burden, Walking in the blood of honesty unbound. Walk with me.

He keeps her captivated Wrapped - within his mystery The blank pages to his novel The past, his unwritten history She lingers on his vagueness His lack of emotions to express His unwillingness to open She, not pushing him to confess This dance they may continue Passing words in slow motion He, keeps his secrets at bay She, keeps in unneeded emotion Glimpses...she may receive A word...may echo in mind Pages might be refilled If she doesn't leave him behind In this mystery, evolving She, sees nothing so clear Riddles leave her wanting... This is his unknown fear.

Why blink, this second's over End of days is near Don't cry for fallen soldiers Freedom has no fear Why hold the hand of sorrow Tears show such disdain Thorns will bloom tomorrow In floods of salty rain Why pray on tainted alters Deaf saints hear no screams Pious lips will falter Taste bitter broken dreams Why hope as brilliant daybreaks Long night put to sleep Lost and lonely heartbreaks Eternal shadow's deep