One Hundred and Fifty Three.

Yet again my mind in twist,
Clenching like a closing fist.
Turn away from what I know,
Why do I not want to go?

One Hundred and Fifty Two.

What is too much?
When is too much?
Where is too much?
Am I too much?

One Hundred and Fifty One.

A touch,
Skin on skin,
A way to end,
or to begin?

A touch,
Lip on lip,
A way to start,
or just friendship?

A touch,
Hand to hand,
starts the thoughts,
A dream unplanned.

A touch,
Legs entwined,
Is Nirvana,
Without a mind.

A touch.....

One Hundred and Fifty.

What is sex? Or making Love?
Maybe just a hand in glove?
Sometimes it just fits that way,
A feel, a touch, simply Hooray!

One Hundred and Forty Nine.

Sometimes there is a spark of life,
Lifts me above my world of strife.
Person, animal, thought or link,
Simply something to make me THINK!

One Hundred and Forty Eight

My head is empty.
Drained from inside again.
How do I refill?

One Hundred and Forty Seven

The world, it blurs before my eyes,
This should come as no surprise.
Is this the reason that I drink?
Remove ability to think?

I don't know why I run away,
Why I can't face the day,
I think I am a clever man,
But my drinking has a different plan.