brooksbanister

I used to be straight. But now I'm, not quite so. Don't get it twisted that's not a creaking closet: door you're hearing. My doors have always been wide open I'm not wrapped around, another, guy. Just your pinky. But now I'm crook'd hunched over, bent, broken. I hobble from-place-to. Place, time to time, face-to. Face but. My wobble keeps me circling 'round a (single) specific case. I, guess you could say I'm jaded, and you're the one who jaded. Me

As usual, our parting imparts such sweet sorrow, For, like Juliet, I would say goodnight 'til it be morrow. But I must endure this separation To ensure her captivation And test the bonds of love she professes Lest her attraction be merely a misrepresentation - A false assignation of the four letter word she confesses. It's been so long since I've seen the way light falls upon her tresses - Burning orange and gold like the setting sun But soft as the moon cradled in a clouded sky - Or how her eyes shine When they lock up with mine. I can barely see her face In my mind's eye; Can barely taste her skin Or smell her hair when I try

Drag me down, baby, Faster, closer toward your effervescent kingdom. You're love can surely save me From the water's cruel severity And Neptune's rude home. Keep pulling me further, honey, Farther from the lonely Ship, travelling like the lost soul of some Unloved sailor never protected by Love's lee. I know I hasten this journey Toward Pluto's eternal tomb Yet still, pull me home, sweet mer-lady; Cold Death cannot do more against me Than a single night away from Your soul-saving love and beauty. Though I now see Charon's dinghy And Acheron's pain-filled foam, I'm glad you drew me into your sea. Your love has surely saved me

I missed you tonight. And I just wanted to let you know, All I wanted was a simple hello. I know we don't talk on the phone, But I missed your voice. To be honest, it's completely your choice, But if you would have called me I swear I would have answered. I've told you I missed you before. But never like this. I want more than just a kiss, more than just your lips, Yes, even more than your hips! I want your all. And I wanted to let you know That you are missed. That's not really all but it's late tonight And my only fear is that I'll say too much. That I'll lay my soul so neatly Upon the floor beneath your rugged boots, So

love and Hate: both camps collide at the weather-worn gate - "whosoever enters here abandon your hope, shed not a tear." just angels fight on Satan's side with scales to weigh and wrongs to right - "these men have sight but cannot hide; our just scales must weigh out right." here in the end, His glory rendered: from a rope hang righteous suspended by those who lost dear love's embrace, the Devil and his sons, an evil race. after all what's left but Fear? Hate prevails and no one's near. is there any reason dear father shuns his believers in this final season? perhaps some high treason: a heretic clergy or blasphemous

A derrière is a thing so fair! Better than boobs and legs and hair, it can be found nearly anywhere, but one so plump I will not share. A cheek and its pair will answer my prayer for an ass so bare my jeans might tear. Still, though my woman err, I dare not sink into despair, for if her hips look like a pear I will have no care whatsoever. I swear.

With no time left to hope for something more - Brave men bravely their God implore - To shine his face upon Their afterlife. And smile...

The muse is gone. She's chased away, Gone away until the day When time has passed and love is still. Anything I say, I will; And anything I do, I am. Damn! I just want her back, to be by my side, To conquer each breaking tide. But my heart despairs in wake of the flood And I don't know again if we'll ever be blood.

A thrill shoots through my mind And down my spine And all I want to do is please you. But how shall I do it? Where shall my focus lie? Maybe a soft kiss along your neck, Or a whisper in your ear; A simple caress along the hairline, A loving touch on your knee Telling you I'll always be here for you. Perhaps tonight requires a more intimate touch; We shall find what the darkness offers The youth in our bodies. I want to feel you shiver beneath my body, Sway under my seductions. I want to sip your love, Slowly, purposefully, consciously. Anything more would be too much. I'm love-drunk, baby, Your wine is potent.

Here I go again Talking to my imaginary friend Like it will...help? Anything? Anybody? What can that old man do? Oh well, I guess it can't harm My situation. No need for alarm, People. I promise, I ain't crazy. It's just that my grasp of the world is so damn hazy. There's got to be more to life Than work, sex, and survival, Right? So I pray for a revival! Not only in myself But for you as well. We're all in this together - Meant to brave the stormy weather Side by side, conquering each enervating tide. So how can I not enlighten you? Your burden is much too Heavy now. But look, here is a lee And the truth will certainly se