She gives in to the storm

On her knees she falls,

But her heart remains strong.

She closes her eyes as if to surrender

Holds her breath,

Her life in a moment she gathers.

Her nemesis had declared victory …

A little too soon!

Woman you lesser being you die at my feet

She rose like a tempest, hailing a cry from her womb

The last strike was fatal, reversing defeat

The mighty men who raised their arrogance so tall

Regretfully ignored

That nature had created Tigress …

The fiercest of all!

A very long long time ago

Some weary Samurai

Deep in the heart of Tokyo

Traversed the countryside

When suddenly a blinding flash

Streaked bright across the sky

And rain began to pour and splash

And drip into their eyes

“Oh no!” They yelled; “Oh dear!” They cried,

“Now we must surely try

To hurry up and hope to find

A place to keep us dry!”

They traveled not even a mile

When to their great surprise

A cat with a peculiar smile

Appeared before their eyes

“How oddly strange it is to find

A cat so safe and dry

I wish a cat could speak its mind

And tell us where to hide!”

No sooner had the Samurai

Expressed this thought aloud

Than right as if to give reply

The cat let out a meow!

And then as if to beckon them

The cat raised up its paw

Those weary and bewildered men

Believed not what they saw

“How welcoming!” the men replied

“Though oddly strange to find

A cat like you so warm and dry

With one paw raised up high!”

The friendly cat now turned around 


And led the Samurai

Along a path until they found

A small and lonely shrine

Right then a priest opened the door

And said “Please come inside,

“You poor men must be soaked and sore

Won’t you come by the fire?”

“We thank you, sir, and thank your friend”


The grateful men replied

“Without your cat us weary men

Would still be soaked outside


Your little friend brought fortune

So we bring fortune to you


A large and generous portion

Of our gold we give to you!”

And since that cold and stormy night

Great fortune will arrive

To anyone who finds in sight

This cat with paw raised high

Maneki Neko is his name

This cat with paw raised high

Such friendly cat though oddly strange

With his peculiar smile

You're such a waste

Of makeup and time.

Mascara streaks 

All down my face,

Reminding me that

Things never change.

I'll always be just

A body for you.

You'll always be just

A disappointment.

These monsters

at my door are

my own creations, and

these demons

in my closet are

the children of my mind.

Every moment

my soul carries forth

new horrors, until

I can only cower behind

the flimsy shelter

of muttered prayers.

So save me from myself,

For I am vexed to a nightmare.

My heart flutters behind the walls

of my ribs, securely wedged between

the gasping, heaving flesh of

my twin yearning lungs.

My lungs strive and strain,

gulping greedily at every last atom

of oxygen that they can wring.

My ribs protect these fragile parts,

my most vulnerable places, but

even my ribs cannot keep you out.

You are in the air; every atom

is infused with the stardust of

your skin; every breath redolent

with the heat of your eyes.

You are the most potent drug I have

ever known, and I am addicted

to each puff, each draw, each gasp

of breath that draws you

ever deeper into my lungs from

where your powerful narcotic slips

into my bloodstream and follows

the great signs down the highway of my veins

to reach the inner chambers of my heart.

Each new injection of you

sets my heart to fluttering all over

again, until it bursts wide open—

and then all I have is

a dream, an addiction, and

a ribcage full of champagne butterflies.

She makes me nervous,

Your mistress.

She's pretty and

You think she's neat.

You two argue,

Then you come home

To me.

I heal the wounds

She deals you,

But then you leave,

To comfort her.

I can't seem to compete.

Wish I had the heart to tell you

The most precious love

You seek from me

Never belonged to you

Or I

His soul claimed it his

The day you know

What I’ve feared all along

From now to after

The intimacy you seek

Lies in the hands of

"Always show proper etiquette,

a lady, always be.

Never be the naughty one,

keep your hemline below your knee.

Be a good girl," they all said,

"or people will remember your name."

She says, "But, baby, I've been vaccinated

against this thing you call "shame"

"Whisper to me your secrets," she says,

"your deepest, darkest dreams.

Tell me the things that stir you,

that quell your carnal screams.

Tell me what you need from me,

you know I'm up for the task.

Don't hold back, for you never know

what you can have, until you ask."