A poem for my friends T. Trouble, and Lady A

[gothic_spleen]

She lays there flat on her back
A canvas not easily cracked.
She lays there silent and still,
Not knowing what promises you plan to fulfill.

Her mind is in a cage.
Your mind is in a rage.
Her body about to be washed in pain.
When you are done there will be no stain.

You prepare your evil tools,
Trying to explain to every fool.
You prepare your mind and soul,
Your eyes are blacker than coal.

When you start this evil deed,
Her body wriths, the need to feed.
Your audience begins to shreik,
The fools who dont understand are the real freaks.

You start slowly, building by stage.
You grow rapidly and begin to rage.
Continuing on, both are in a transic state.
The audience cant help wonder who to hate.

A true artist, your in the zone.
A concerned mother would grab a phone.
You are the artist who does not preach.
You, the artist who wishes to teach.

Your canvas is now living art.
This canvas is now part of our hearts.
We the audience watch in awe.
You the artist, standing tall.

Your canvas in now clean and free,
Leaving us with only memory.
You pack up to leave for home,
The only memory is of a Moan!

[Trouble aka T.]

As I told you in private last week ... Me & My girl LOVE your words used to described O/our shows. Thanks, My friend.

Also, I look forward to you joining U/us for dinner this Saturday before O/our shows @ Temple.

Peace,

T.




"IF I HAVENT PISSED YOU OFF YET .... GIVE ME TIME, I'M MAKING THE ROUNDS AS WE SPEAK"

[gothic_spleen]

IF I HAVENT PISSED YOU OFF YET .... GIVE ME TIME, I'M MAKING THE ROUNDS AS WE SPEAK"

NEVER.....lol

[Trouble aka T.]

"Look a little deeper and you'll see that things are not at all what they appear to be at first"

[gothic_spleen]

"Look a little deeper and you'll see that things are not at all what they appear to be at first"

"ive looked inside myself and it scares me"