smoke and mirrors

"Smoke and Mirrors"

I am what I am.
I’m not perfect.
I’m flawed.
I am broken
but my heart still beats,
even though it bears many scars.

I look into her eyes and wonder:
will I rise to the occasion again?
Do I still have the strength to battle,
or do I simply wish to drift away?

These are the questions I ask myself
in my darkest moments
whether the quiet existence I now live
is worth shattering.

I know I am broken.
I know I am flawed.
I know I’m not perfect.
Yet I wear this mask of illusion,
pretending I’m fine
when deep inside I’m not.

The sorrow gnaws at my soul,
but we all have our crosses to bear.
Mine is this façade
this version of me that isn’t real.

When I look in the mirror,
I no longer see myself.
I see only the illusion.

I am broken.
I am flawed.
I am not perfect.
I am just smoke and mirrors.

Infatuation

Infatuation’s Illusion

Infatuation is an illusion an illusion of the mind and soul.
I can look into her beautiful green eyes and see my attraction.
I see we have many things in common, but she’s just an illusion.
What I see is what she wants me to see; I’m not really seeing her.

As much as I’d love to continue the daydream, I cannot be a moth to her flame.
I need to retreat into myself once again.
I cannot allow myself this indulgence I’m truly meant to walk this world alone.

No matter how much “pretty eyes” means to me,
I know it’s just infatuation a brief feeling of attraction that isn’t real.
No matter how much I feel, no matter how much guilt sits in my soul about walking away,
I know it’s right — infatuation isn’t good for me.

I need something based in reality, not fantasy.
I can’t be the moth to her flame.

Red Silk sheets

Red Silk Sheets

She likes naked on red silk sheets,
staring at me burning a hole through me.
Her desire unquenched,
thirsty—but not for water.

The lust running through her body takes control.
She lies there as God intended,
waiting for me to approach.
Cautiously I move toward her,
knowing what’s about to happen,
aching for it to happen
chills along my spine
as I look into her eyes.
She parts the red silk, inviting me in.

Her green eyes sparkle, daring me closer,
to take my prize just for tonight.
She is mine, and I am hers:
body, mind, and soul just for tonight.
The red silk sheets are waiting.

Tomorrow we’ll both disappear into the mist,
a mirage nothing more
like it never happened.
Because it didn’t.
You wake, and it wasn’t real.
Only the cold sweat on red silk remains.

City sleeps

While the City Sleeps

The city is sleeping, though it never truly does.
Horns keep honking; the traffic never goes away.
There’s no peace of mind in a city that never sleeps.

I walk the streets alone, stumbling toward my front door
drunk again, inviting misery as my company.
While the city sleeps,
it laughs at me.

I’ve watched my life pass me by.
As the city sleeps, it ignores me
just another drunk, staggering home from the bar.
Yes, I hear the horns,
but they’re background noise now.

Where has my life gone? What have I done with it?
The city sleeps,
and I’ve done nothing to better myself
just another drunk making his way home after last call.

The Night has Risen

The night has risen.
Here I sit alone in a room of pitch black,
Her image burned into my mind—
Curves like a winding road, a path I can't help but follow.
When she's near, I tremble, the sway in her hips lighting a fire in my veins.
Her eyes, they burn into my soul, and God, how I want her.
I want to feel her, her breasts heaving, her curves burning a hole into my mind.
I want her to take my very soul—
Yet I'm alone in the dark, and my thoughts betray me.
The night has risen, and I'm still alone.

How far have we fallen?

How Far We’ve Fallen

This world is no longer about cooperation — it’s about motivation.
It’s about what’s in it for me, not how I can help thee.
It’s all about self-preservation,
trying to prevent one’s own devastation.

It makes me sad to see how far we’ve fallen,
how our society has been broken.
If you put a mirror up to society,
all you’ll see is a cracked mirror.

We no longer look after each other —
it’s all about me.
It’s no longer about you — you’re on your own.
It’s all about everyone in their head thinking fuck you.

As long as I get what’s coming to me,
then you don’t matter.
We no longer care about each other —
we only care about ourselves.

We’ve become selfish and ignorant,
an uncaring, cold society,
all about one’s self-interest.

How far have we fallen?

I don't Trust

I don't trust anyone
I don't trust you
I don't trust her
I don't trust him
The only one I can really trust is myself.
Humans in general are flawed.
Sooner or later they'll betray you,
It just depends on when and why.
Someone will be your Benedict Arnold.
Loyalty doesn't exist anymore.
There is no moral code.
Everyone's in it for themselves.
Everyone is more motivated by their own self-interest.
I'm disgusted by this world.
I'm disgusted by you.
I'm disgusted by her.
I'm disgusted by him.
When I look at someone now, I might think they are a beautiful person,
But I always think: if I befriend this person, when will they put the knife in my back?
When will they turn on me? When will they hurt me?
When will they break my heart?
I don't trust anyone.
I don't trust you.
I don't trust her.
I don't trust him.

>She Struts

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She Struts

Beautiful woman struts across the room,
Hair on point, earrings hanging.
Eyebrows on fleek,
Body bouncing, making men meek.

Confidence and guile, beauty undefined—
This woman… no, she’s something.
She leaves it all behind.

She struts and dances,
Makes men’s wills wilt.
She’s the kind of beauty that gives men guilt.

She knows she’s something special, that’s for sure.
When I look at her, my will turns weak.
I know I want her—yet I’m far too meek.

Yes, she struts, and I see her,
And there’s nothing i can do as she said Ado,

The Pole

The strip club is lively, the music is bright. She dances on the pole, 20 feet high, Doing tricks like she's been at it all her life. The stripper knows her moves tonight.

Men sit and watch her on the stage, Drinking beer and cocktails as the music plays. The rock beat rolls out that familiar song: “Girls, Girls, Girls,” dancing on the pole all night long.

The bar is lit in neon light, The pole calls the next dancer tonight. She grips the pole like it's her friend, climbs up, And her workout begins.

The music rocks and the stripper rolls, Dancing 20 feet up on that pole. Confident and brimming, she knows her stuff, While the men get drunk and listen to the funk.

Bouncers wait beside the door, the DJ spins the tracks. The pole shakes as the dancer climbs, And another night, that bar shines.

Night Owl

Night Owl

By Mr. Knight

Clock strikes one —
he hits the town,
club lights pulse,
the bass shakes down.

The room is jumping — so is she,
a tempting shadow set to tease.
He aches to taste her heated skin,
to start the rush and pull her in.

They roll it tight and let it flow,
night-owl hunters lose control.
The hunger swells, the body floods,
the fever rises in their blood.

She pulls him close — no turning back,
her nails trace lines, her lips attack.
She guides him into places new,
the hunt is done — she joins the crew.

They writhe and grind with burning hips,
a frantic rhythm — fevered lips.
The dance is wild, the bodies play,
he’s claimed his prize — his perfect prey.

The moon dips low — the moment hot,
the night owl gives her all he’s got.

Cracked whiskey bottle

Cracked Whiskey Bottle

By Mr. Knight

I thought we had everything, I thought you were truthful.
But you lied — you never were truthful, you were deceitful like the devil.

So the whiskey bottle sits cracked and empty, like my very soul.
Pour another glass from a new whiskey bottle and drain my soul away.
Soon it sits cracked and broken like me.

The whispers from the wind warned me not to trust you,
But I wanted the connection so bad I overlooked it.
And my soul is burned once again — back to the cracked whiskey bottle I go.

Never to heal, just to drink my pain away.
Cracked whiskey bottle is all I have.

The Candle

 The Candle 

By Mr Knight

As the night rolls in all that's on my mind is turning out the candle

She gave me no choice and it burns at my soul

The flickering light of Hope has been extinguished

For the darkness of reality she wasn't real she wasn't illusion

Like a mirage in the desert the person I thought it was doesn't exist

Why must I always feel the slings and arrows of Love's disappointments

My Hope Springs Eternal only to be dashed one more time

What is the point of living when it's just one more disappointment after another

I try again only for that candle to be extinguished

The hope is the candle and every time it's snuffed out

That understanding I want someone to see me through my masks

But when I try to remove them they Coil In Fear

They reach for the candle and and extinguish the flame

To run away in the dark never to return

My sorrow is Everlasting my soul to walk alone

My tears are mine alone with no one to share

This is my existence this is my loneliness this is my end

The candlelight is extinguished

The whiskey bottle sits on the ledge empty and cracked

It's liquor trying to heal my soul and the disappointment

Your heartbreak brings

Old Liquor Bottle

 Old Liquor Bottle

The blues is my only friend
It drowns my tears in an old liquor bottle
The bills are all due
The old liquor bottle calls
Drink my blues away

Blues dances inside my head
Drinking out the old liquor bottle
The bottle empty
It does not call
It’s just an old liquor bottle now

Crystal Ball

 

Crystal Ball

Crystal ball, all seeing, all knowing
Tell me my future and help me forget my lonely past
Tell me my heartbreak is over

Crystal ball, all seeing, all knowing
Is she there, waiting in my future
Or is this just a dream never to be real?

Crystal ball, all seeing, all knowing
Will I be rich or poor?
Will I be adored?

Crystal ball, all seeing, all knowing
Will I be missed when I turn to dust?
Tell me—I need to know

Your Eyes, a Poem

 Your Eyes, a Poem

When I look in your eyes
I get lost sometimes
I wonder where I began and where you join me
The yearning inside makes me uneasy
It’s why I get lost in them

You’re a stranger to me, but you’re not
Someone who is an unknown
But your eyes, the call to me
Like the echo through the sands of time
Haunting my soul

They are there in the darkness of my mind
How can you hold an image in your mind
Your eyes are that image
They control my very soul

Shout It from the Roof Tops

 Shout It from the Roof Tops

My darling, when I met you, we were just casual friends.
I had no idea how you would change my life for the better.
Now I want to shout your name from the roof tops.

I will keep you safe in my arms.
You are my heart and soul.
When I look into your eyes,
I fall more and more in love with you every day.

I’ll shout it from the roof tops — I love you.
Every day makes my soul and heart a little more yours, my love.
Yes, you drive me crazy with the little things you do,
but I will still shout from the roof tops — I love you.

I want to make love and hold you in my arms forever.
Everything that I am is now yours.
I will protect you and keep you safe.
I want to shout from the roof tops — I love you, I love you.

Afterglow

 Afterglow

As I let my soul drift to sleep,
I pray for a night with you.
I’ll not be counting sheep —
you’re in my thoughts from dusk till dawn,
the dream my heart holds on.

Your eyes ignite my soul,
my heartbeat beyond control.
You open your arms to me,
and all the world fades quietly.

In the afterglow, we breathe as one —
two hearts joined beneath the sun.
The night dissolves, the stars bestow
their light upon our afterglow.

Screams to the Heavens

 Screams to the Heavens

Sometimes our dreams are all we have to hold onto.
When they turn to ashes — what do you do?
Do you scream to the heavens,
or do you cry far below?
Do you wallow in self-pity,
or do you scream to the heavens?

I look at the people in my life
and sometimes I think I’ve lost faith in them.
I scream to the heavens,
I shake with anger and quiver with a tear,
because I wonder —
have they lost faith in me?
Have they forsaken me,
or is it all just in my imagination?

I scream to the heavens.
I know there are times
I have not done right by these people —
for that, I am sorry.
I scream to the heavens.

My life has not been an easy journey;
it is one man’s look at his inner self,
screaming to the heavens
only to fall back to earth in flames.
But that’s what builds a man’s character —
it’s not whether he falls,
but if he gets up,
and once again screams to the heavens.

I always get up.
I will always fight.
I will always scream to the heavens.

Your Love

 Your Love

Your love is the fuel
for the fire burning inside me.
It scorches my heart
and takes its toll.

I would search for a cure,
but the only one is time —
time that I don’t have.

Your love is toxic, like a plague;
it eats away at my very soul
until I no longer exist as me.

Your love is hard to break,
like chains around my feet.
I cannot run —
for I am weak.

But still...
I love you.

A Place

 A Place

You guided me with gentle hands
and took me to your special place —
a place of magic,
a place of faith,
a place of wonder,
a place to hold me tight.

You showed me that all would be all right.
Thank you for the special gift you’ve shown —
a place of magic,
a place of faith,
a place of wonder,
a place to hold me tight.

Now I know
everything will be all right.

Are Your Panties Wet?

 Are Your Panties Wet?

I just bet they are wet for me.
Lay back and let me explore,
And I’ll close the door.Make me beg for your hot and wet—oh, you know I bet you know.
You gave me a fever, and you’re its cure.
I need to have it; I can’t endure.
You gave me a fever, and you’re its cure.Your love is endless, relentless—
Come tie me up and make me defenseless.
Take off your hot, wet panties,
Let me in to do my deed.
My beast is hungry, and he needs to feed

Sometimes

 Sometimes a love has to die so friendship can live.

I really learned a lesson tonight: sometimes love isn’t enough.
You can love someone all you want, but if you’re not on the same page, it’s best to let them go.Lucky for me, I have a friend who has my back.
Our friendship means more to me than any love or lover ever will.
She saw what I was going through and told me it wasn’t worth it.
Even though she suffered a bad loss herself, she was there for me.
My family and friends told me the same thing.Why be bounced around like a beach ball when she can’t make up her mind?
It’s better to be alone than to suffer in pain.
Yes, I made mistakes with this other woman,
But I am not a bad guy.Thank goodness I have real friends I can trust
To steer me away from problems
When I can’t see them because my feelings blind me.
Sometimes a love has to die so friendship can live.

Broken

 Broken

(The following poem is about mental illness. Yes, I have one, but I am still here, fighting it every day. For those who have one, we are still people. Don’t let darkness take your fight away—this is for you.)I am broken, don’t throw me away,
Fix me—I am not disposable.
Allow me to become human again. I am broken, yet I still feel
The cold snow on my feet,
My heart still pumps blood.
I am not disposable—fix me. I am broken, but I still love,
My soul yearns for others to see it.
I am not disposable—fix me. I am a poet, a photographer,
Gifted in mind, though broken.
Respect me, don’t dismiss me,
Care for me, but don’t pity me.
Fix me—I am not disposable.

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