Reach

Things are so different than they were, the price I paid is way to short of the cost incurred. Childhood is such a blur, and the the things I've done bad are covered as if they never were. Made a living with a hammer, but killed feelings of equal people with a similar hammer. I wake to escape bad dreams of a body in a bloody suitcase in my favorite lake. The blood is mine and I can almost taste, as my future unfolds upon the devil's slate. I only rate opposition as I'm irate, comfortable with my position knowing fate is fate. Collective thoughts leave me broken, separated from existence and being wrong for coping. I'm drowning in a cesspool of liquor and tears and just before I fear.... she says, "I AM HERE." The hand that saves me has shaken hands with the ones who made me. Thanks....... -LIV

Ghetto

Bullet holes riddle the exterior shell of a house they would never dare to call a home. The smell of pork and beans left soiling a pan from dinner three days before. Only words spoken by a mother in passing comes from a screaming voice. The scent of burnt copper travels from the space left in the bedroom door where it will no longer close as she repeatedly goes to hide. Diapers changed by a kid in diapers, though he's way to old he's yet to be trained... as has the dog in the back yard on a two foot chain. Strangers come through but never say there name, buckling there belt as they leave as quickly as they came. They still don't understand why dad died with his belt around his arm. The empty can of beans from the other day now doubles as a drinking cup. Dirt around their mouths playing in ashes and cigarette butts. Just another day in the ghetto..... -LIV

Ammo

My heart's the shell casing, my daughter the bullet, the trigger's separation so why'd someone have to pull it. We're no good apart just evidence, of how evident our togetherness has meant to us. How a spark of bad judgment can leave such mark's, that even when put back together there's missing parts. Now I'm on concrete stepped on and cold, and she's forced full speed to an unworthy soul. That shot was from the chamber so no trip, it's hard to be strangers with a full clip. -LIV

Hunt

"If you use to much soul it's easy to lose control of the situation at hand. Maintain composure," I utter to myself while knowing I can't. In a packed room I feel the targets presence and bite my tongue. The surrounding people are just trees in the forest where I hunt. Brushing shoulders and weaving slowly towards the prey I want. Knowing if at anytime I'm spotted the hunted will run. I'm no fan of confrontation, just a respect fanatic with precise concentration. One goal is to be achieved and that's bringing home the prize, they bigger it is the more to eat so I welcome size. Just then I arrive and we lock eyes like a romance movie, he appears to want to cry. I engage, envelop in passion laced with rage, attacking first.... no time to waste. I feel the fear and taste the blood, losing is always an option but never a thought. No words exchanged yet still had a talk, my fix of respect fills my veins as I turn and walk. Now the tides have turned as the hunter becomes the hunted.... soon he will learn.... I have more to earn. -LIV

Garbage

My body rest on a leather seat, Harley t-shirt with DC's on feet. Raiders hat low and in passenger seat the heat. I just wish you knew me before you screwed me. Your never to big for a garbage can, say my name I show up, like Candy-Man. My girl said to recycle.... so your watch, wallet and keys go in a different pile. I donate too, one entrance and one exit wound my donation to you. You kept it so sketchy, so a garbage bag for a body bag and let's keep it messy. You rather be carried by six then judged by twelve, I carry a 45 and judge by shells. Your a pedophile, you rubbed me the wrong way. Your a rapist, you fucked me then ran away. My trigger finger has V.D., yea it's got that itch. My pistol wants to cum, and your that bitch. ..............I'm poker faced joking... I'm not that tough, and I'm all in.... call my bluff. -LIV

Hos-spit-able

Horrified as I walked through the corridor, once I saw his face I felt horror more. I was there on a scam looking at the man that gave me my last name, ____. Damn.... See... I was not allowed in the hospital, nor the prison... but I'll find my family... son's intuition. So I saw my idol in a bad way yet so strong. Who knew the next time we spoke he'd be gone. A cold hand, a hard face, do people only write when your erased? He maintained a respect for my mother, never did he degrade her in front of me or my brother. I karry the trait, my eyes stare high and far focused on one star. Yes I'm hardened but pardon... I want no fame... just Stardom. -LIV

Shhh....

puzzling pieces

Instincts, correct

The face of anger

A voice of silence

So time has released
the answer

To the theory in question

Asshole tactics;

spoken true

Take my lessons,

the best were from you

Missed a couple sessions,

Lost a lot of years

And through the phone

on drunken nights

I can almost hear

You swallowing your tears

Dark

Watching scratch marks from a knife blade. Life is light to dark, depending how the time fades. I want black, fuck shade. The absence of color has a bright face. Death before dishonor is read by the coroner. My plead to god is "no contest your honor". Troubled in a bad way, doubled by another day. My heart pumped hate, pores seeped regret, yet the more beads of sweat the more vexed. Ambition gone, soul is next, at the devils bank trying to cash a life check. It bounced but no regret, they always take every ounce until nothings left. Every day is the day after your birthday.... cause things were good yesterday............weren't they? -LIV