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If you dare to seek blue roses,
Be prepared for woe and dread,
Traveling from fading star to expanses far,
While your feet bleed crimson red,

If you dare to seek blue roses,
Of which fabled men sought and died,
Your journey strays over widow's graves,
Across the sea of tears they cried,

If you dare to seek blue roses,
The emblem of your aching heart,
Are you prepared to lose yourself,
When the truth rips you apart?

If you dare to seek blue roses,
God won't let your quest be long,
Their magic older than his shallow power,
Resounding in their secret song,

If you dare to seek blue roses,
You seem to think you can endure,
But they will wilt and die like any creature,
Leaving nothing but a lust for more.

When you coveted a young boy, did you plan to shape his mind?
Did you realize that his brazen youth could leave him vulnerable and blind?
Did you plan to clean the messes of his numerous mistakes?
Did you know you'd be his thoughts in sleep and the first ones when he wakes?

When your soul sought solace in his teen flesh, did you help him guard his heart?
Did you stay candid and honest of your desired role and part?
Did you accept responsibility of your adult dealings with a child?
Did you promise rest to his weary soul if he awoke yours'- fresh and wild?

When you kept him close for many years; held by the vicegrip of his care,
Did you increase responsibility knowing you had been his only pair?
Did you put in every effort to spare his fragile self from pain?
The same that stifled you in boyhood- did you stop the occurrence of the same?  

When he broke down from the pressure and was at his lowest yet,
Did you draw in close to hold him so he could handle each new threat?
Did you pull away your closeness when you felt you had enough?
Did you own up to it like a man or keep him baited with a bluff?

When his confusing crisis amplified by a year withholding sex,
Did you make him feel he could be loved or did you keep up your painful vex?
Did you start then to feel guilty that your disgust had caused him pain,
Did you offer to replace that heartache with an 8-ball of cocaine?

When he thrust himself headfirst in drugs because you broke his sense of worth,
Did you finally say enough's enough to give him some chance of rebirth?
Did you make a firm decision, oh please tell me that you did.
Did you dare to drag him down with you- did you destroy that little kid?

When you sent out your first lude messages to that boy of nineteen years,
Did your life's tribulations remind you he would cry so many tears?
Did you think into the past of when you maybe weren't as strong,
Did you think of older men who hurt you- greedy men who did you wrong?

When he stuck by you through surgeries and more than a fifth of his lifespan,
Did you feel you owed him something so you lied about your plan?
Did you make a decent effort to staunch the bleeding wound you caused?
Did you apologize for breaking him, did you admit to him your flaws?

When he ushered in each sticky climax- seeking only your relief,
Did you reciprocate in turn by taking in some of his grief?
Did you reach out to his loved ones when you knew he couldn't stop,
Did you let him keep on going? Did you wait for him to drop?

When you lauded him with gifts the likes of he'd never seen before,
Did you do it for good reason or did you want him wanting more?
Did you emphatically drain him of each moment of delight?
Did you feel his high was hellish black so you offered him more white?

When you drove up to his parent's house, and he got into your car,
Did you stop his Pisces wonderment from wishing on a star?
Did you caution your intentions or were they honest early on?
Did your feelings fade away with time?
Do you tell him they were gone?

When you coveted a young boy who would soon become a man,
When you guided him upstairs could you tell that his downfall began?
When your palm pressed to his chest and felt his heart and soul intwined,
When you coveted a young boy, did you plan to shape his mind?

Bad Boys

Without a question you would finance,
any fund or bank offshore,
to forgive your lack of romance,
as you promise what's in store,

There's no doubt you would deceive,
you'd lie to me and to yourself,
and in love for you I'll blindly believe,
as a film of dust sets upon this untouched trophy on your shelf,

There's no price you wouldn't pay to prolong your soul's mendacity,
you'll allow just any drug that can supplant your Pisces love,
They'll hear your cries of sworn veracity,
my cause of death adorns you like a glove

The collateral damage of skull fragments embedded in drywall

The histrionic manner in which I live my days,
Is pronounced in every sentiment; in each withered sigh and gaze,
Melodrama may, pull you away, but it's all you'll let me keep,
As my spinal column rots away while you lull in guiltless sleep,

Like my adored Saturniidae, as they flit inside their cage,
Tearing fragile wings like paper; can you hear each splitting page?
Till their stores of fat begin to shrink and the dryness splits their skin,
Will you turn your nose up in disgust when my burst corpse shows you what's within?

Will all the flies and maggots writhing in my gentle heart,
Be a statement to the ravages of time we spent apart?
Or will this somehow be my fault and only mine alone,
As you shirk back to delusion and you raise your walls of stone?

Babe let me make this promise- I won't let it end that way,
If I finally break from all this damage; it's in reality you'll stay,
I will seep like ink of India into every rose-shade thought,
And I'll linger there upon your skin as an ever-present rot.

Banned Ads

Marlboro Man,
soaked with Dom and with scotch,
fiberglass jewels,
on a nicotine watch,

Marlboro Man,
rolling papers to waste,
filters emotions,
to handle their taste,

Marlboro Man,
igniting sparks of charm,
gathers his strength,
to ash out on your arm,

Marlboro Man,
has an ego to stroke,
hiding the fact,
his only substance is smoke,

Marlboro Man,
and his shiny new car,
touches your heart,
to make it gummy with tar,

Marlboro Man,
is a beautiful dancer,
spreading about,
like metastasized cancer.