of us,
the squeamish say-
"gluttons for turbulence!"
still-born in ramparts of fleshy
coffins.
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of us,
the squeamish say-
"gluttons for turbulence!"
still-born in ramparts of fleshy
coffins.
coffins
faded bouquet
left underground to dry
witnessing Persephone's dance
to death
"To death!"
he shouted and
brandished his sword. "Your life
or your honour, which shall it be?
Prepare!"
[Welcome, Ravin! ;)]
Prepare
To have your words
Ripped apart in shreds—
Because angry poets dissect
New works…
new works
on the old ways
smooth dependent chuckholes
but too much surface causes bumps
of pomp
of pomp
the wall glistened
towering in the sky
little did we know the contents
hiding
hiding
in the corner
the girl waits, stroking her
favourite teddy bear; 'til Dad
comes home
Comes home
the working girl
to her elegant pad
and pours herself a glass wine
and quaffs
And quaffs
followed quaffs....as
the party pursued its
one-way drive to oblivion.
Keys please.
keys please
can't pass without
a touch sound or object
to the other side i desire
one step
one step
upon this bog
and you will sink down deep
enough to cover the questions
just ask
just ask
your dog or cat
their opinion of love,
rub, rub, rub, sloppy, lick, lick, lick
‘nuff said
'nuff said
I'm dead again
from rolling in laughter
I am killed easily these days
by you
by you—
wounded, hurt, pain—
by you—healing begins
when you whisper softly at night,
my love...
my love
is a secret
locked away in a box,
to which you, and only you, have
the key
the key
is to turn your
life around while looking
through the keyhole and knocking at
the door
the door
mysterious
what is it doing here
why is it that i can't open
how strange
How strange
The funny man
Wearing stilts and a wig
Makes people laugh but he is not
A clown
A clown
disturbs the peace,
a mocking face against
the brevity of life. It is
all wrong
All wrong
is sometimes the
closest we can come to
getting it into something like
all right
all right
is plain and simple
accept adjust agree
repair is not required here
make good
Make good
on your promise
to continue reaching,
stretching, achieving.... Do this for
yourself.
yourself:
be true to you—
never lie to yourself—
living delusions causes despair—
why hurt?
Why hurt
another when,
in the end, you only
damage the spirit within you?
Be kind.
Be kind
and patient with
your soul, it knows not how
it troubles you; wrap it close in
comfort
comfort,
you have found me,
I stopped to rest awhile,
rain in my eyes, dust on my shoes,
why now?
Why now?
I just started
my well made plans to live
my life to the utter most hi.
Now death.
now death
you sneaky thing
get your dirty mitts off
it surely can't be time to go
is it?
Is it
within your soul
to help another live?
Will the soul of humanity
survive?
survive
gather the sticks
to start my heart on fire
so that the searchlight can see me
rescued
rescued
from hermit life
I have found new reason
to continue life and write my
poetry
Poetry
revives my soul...
a reason to put pen
to paper... (fingers to keyboard?)
Write on.
write on,
until day's gone
until night drapes its cloak,
over day and darkness, light, soak
all's black
all's black
that has no knack
lead the blind out and back
if we can't give the light to you,
then who?
then who?!
You thought this through?
Light's found when your heart's true,
who can find it other than you?
adieu.
adieu,
still fills my ears,
the promenade, some song,
my first kiss and I thought my last,
so long
so long
have i hungered
for your presence, your touch,
for the melting of my spirit
in you.
in you
I see my dreams
forgotten, and new one's
appear in their place. I must be
falling
falling
drifting in space
floating through mysteries
beyond my imagination
catch me
catch me
and I am yours
but know my heart is empty,
cold and wicked. The beauty lies
skin deep