heart made of coal

I see him down the aisle

all happy with sparkling teeth

that lit the way for my shoes

that lost its way on his noose

I stand there staring at him

a mark that held me away from all

I could see myself running away

to the wild wild shores

that fooled me to the core

to end up in a woe

crying in cross roads

that told me life's silliest cues

that men have a heart,

heart made of gold

that gets broken into coal

that always turned sore

when you melt into their souls

had a life before

that taught me quite a chore

mind playing hotchpotch

made me swim in its lore

ripples of melodies dripping in my soul

I came back to where I started my goal
A sojourn in a hole...

the two l's

lust and love , the l's of felony

that can make the mourning soul

go haywire in its search for sanctity

brushed aside the dearth of glory

to run with the best of vices

a song of pity to crush its wits

sigh ... and the soul gets lost

in the rubble of ecstasy

drinking away the myths of fear...