I sit and worship the bitter Goddess of my languid storm,

through the apparatus of man's tongue.

Eternity together is a gorgeous dream we must trudge.

Like some boy beneath a lusting shakey knife I whisper,

Like a sordid symphony to no music....

And noone urged my cry of love as I scream franticly for you.

"How do you watch me ache?", as a friend you have seen my chains.

"Sadness is to sweet, who would heave it but her?"

Needing to tell, but never he the willpower,

though blood moans within.

Crushed by the beauty of her luscious breast.

Wanting Death without her......

But not a vision of the moments elaborate lie is there after.

Weak, raw, dark, life's beauty with in sleeps...

Like a diamond in a winter garden, Spring will shine its gift on our path.

Here am I, Still Behind you.

C02-17-2005

Clinton "Josh" Gilmore

"I Sit and Cry"
I sit and cry,
and no one hears....

I sit and cry,
and no one sees....

My tears do no more than sting,
dripping down....
Salty streams burning my raw and open heart.....

Self loathing,
inner thoughts of death...

I sit and cry,
and no one hears.....

I sit and cry,
and no one sees.....



Josh G.

"life"
Love and life,
Love and Death...

That thin line,
We all will cross...

Sitting in suspension,
and waiting for one....

Never knowing,
Caring to much....

Waiting on loves promise,
and listening to its wicked lie's....

Hurting now,
wishing for an end.....

All the thoughts,
of my own undoing....

19APR2005
Josh G