prefected rose

the perfected rose is yet to come
black pedals with robust moist curves
subtle rose scent with a sandal wood twist
a thorn-less stem and black chrome kiss 
expressions of thoughts drive her senses to bliss
feeling of lust you would swear was amiss
sold in twelves your intention will never miss
silent seductions

Apache scorn

The Apache scorn has an edge of its own
Sharpened it cuts or cleaves even through bone
Nothing is wasted when a kill has been made
All the way down to bone beads that they trade
Spring steel shaped that slices through flesh
Wrapped with ceramic to keep the steel looking fresh
A quarter inch thick and over twelve inches long
There is no job to big if an attitude goes wrong
A limited number is all that exists
Preferred quality that your life insists
a silent blade in which you co exist
Permanently Silenced  

Eaten alive

Eaten alive while lying there in the dark
Torn apart as thoughts growl and bark
A feeling of fire from the pit of the soul
A raging fire out of control
creative energy flows as the pen begins to roll
Harnessed like power as a flame eating coal
remembered by deeds not by a name
A dark existence in the anonymous game
silenced

opaque

When you are half the man your supposed to be
The opaque scales are tipped in your favor exponentially
The measure of a man is not the degree holds
Nor the net worth of which everyone beholds
Its the edge you have when all the cards are down
The fact that no one knows from where your skill set abounds
Like a punch in the balls from a kid 3 foot tall
The money bags on the floor feeling quite small
Theirs not enough money in the world to make me an insecure fool
Its just funny when their jealous hot messes stand there and drool
Ill take their cash and let them try to buy cool
The plain fact is they cant learn or buy that in school...
silent