Original Poetry - by Dave Rock

      FAST


      I love my days at the moment.
      A goddamn illusion filled cluster fuck of emotions and bodies.
      I play with life now.
      I throw it around as if I can control it
                           and I know I can't.
      That's the beautiful paradox of it all.
      It can explode at any minute
                     and it can also revolt and destroy.
      That's why I juggle it around.
      It's the personality.
      You call it sin.                                               

       GLIMPSE

       How she killed me. 
       I am discarded cloth to her.
       She drew my inner passion, wet and hot,
                         to lay cold and folded.
       May I just remember her name.
       Her withdrawn patience tasted metallic on my tongue.
       She knew the way to destroy males.
       Standing with fire in her hands.
       That is the way I want to remember her.
       I just wish I could have met her.

       PERFECT

       Endurance.
       The Moment.
       Day to Day.
       Life in Purity.
       Life with no dignity.
       Sublimity.
       Passion.
       Color.
       Heaving.
       Life in decadence.
       Life meaning importance.
       Acrimonious.
       Juice it.
       Juice it.

       SLEPT

       Perhaps it's time.
       Time to sink in and become nill.
       Everything is so much easier.
       No will, just a straight line
                       going in whatever direction.
       It's painful being alive.
       That's why so many people choose not to be.
       I fully understand.
       Whatever the convenience may be.
       So many different types now.
       I tell myself things are O.K.
       Someone has to.
       I tell myself things are O.K.