Posts Tagged ‘Poem’

I love you more than the sky loves the silence, and more than the moon hates the sky whales always biting at it. I’m luckier than a virgin spring untouched by man’s filthy hand, and more blessed and an honest queen. I am in awe of the way you make the world seem brilliant even when it should be grey, and the way you can captivate me with only your eyes and the smile always hiding just below the surface within them. The universe must tire of my desperate and constant stream of a heavy chorus of thanks. Beside you, I will make the sea jealous of my fortitude and endless enduring existence. I will never forget how much better I am for knowing you, and how much more brilliant my world is because of you. You feel like music overwhelming my body and soul until I can barely breathe from the weight of it. Like the missing sliver of my soul has slid solidly back into it’s place as long as you are near me. Wanting is not a word in my armory as long as you’re always beside me, and possibly closer if we can find a way. Thank you for loving me so thoroughly that I can want for nothing, lest I be greedy. I’m am more wealthy than any world leader, and far less taxed by the trivialities of my existence on this plane than they could ever dream of knowing. Happy Anniversary, My love. May we spend many a century together riding the sky whales and growing cosmic Cannabis, and I can’t wait to marry you. I love you, Adam…

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You’re so quick to judge,

So quick to open your mouth,

And close down your mind,

So quick to deny unwanted truth…

 

Call me shit with both sides of your mouth,

Suck the blood right out of my crippled husk,

You don’t need me, you don’t need me,

But you still slay me when you’re bored…

 

What’s this? Just my new shiny toy,

Oh, now you find me to be good enough?

Sorry, but I see through that ploy,

For you, I’ll never be good enough…

 

I’ve never been prouder to be shit,

Never more steadied by my own voracity,

I won’t let you make me hate myself,

This is your problem with me, not mine…

 

Casting stones with stained hands,

Only buys you more hypocrisy,

Biting the only hands that ever tried to feed you,

Only ensures your mandatory freedom…

 

The desert awaits, the one that you made,

By judging the sick, the broken, and the tired,

The last card of your shitty hand’s been played,

And your pot is to be devoured…

By your own cancerous pride…

I arrive home and everything is dark…

I open the door and feel blood in my throat,

I see broken things littering the floor,

Some of it nothing, some of it pieces of my heart…

 

My skin crawls as I see words written angrily on the wall,

My heart starts to pound, I cannot breathe,

Out of nowhere the shadow envelops me,

And I am cast with a crack to the ground…

 

What was my imagined sin today?

Did you find evidence of my supposed treason?

Did I step on the wrong shell again,

Am I about to bleed for no reason?

 

The world fades away and I awake to pain,

Confusion, hysteria and cold tile greet me as I rise,

Things pop, and hiss, and give way as I get to my feet,

I can’t breathe right, and I smell rotten meat…

 

I will find the monster smiling in his sleep,

No doubt dreaming of braining me with logs,

But his somnic state will be his undoing,

And he wakes to the sounds of dogs,

Hungry, and primitive…

 

The dogs wake him with barbed penises,

Skewering him on a slavering Rottweiler,

They take their own version of justice for me,

Rending him and violating him to assert their dominance…

 

He screams…

And I erupt with the laughter of a thousand former victims,

The chorus is so loud it makes his ears bleed,

The voices attack his brain without relent,

Cooking it inside its ivory bowl…

 

He turns blue, and grows very still, very cold,

He will not wake in the morning, but the dogs are sated,

They’re prepared now to return their desolate home,

To sleep until they are again needed…

Little monster in the corner,

Eating my bones and meat,

Will you at least let me,

Sit before you chew off my feet?

You bark and shiver,

So small and pathetic,

And yet your talons,

Render me catatonic…

Little red beast always chewing on me,

I beg of you let me keep my eyes,

What better way to let me see,

You cutting me down to size…?

Little black monster please go away,

I’m tired and sore from our endless war,

And I’m not in the mood to play again today,

I don’t have the strength to lift my sword anymore…

You’ll always win and I’ll always bleed,

I’ll always snarl at the way you cheated,

And you’ll continue to just serve your own needs,

Laughing at seeing my finally defeated…

But what you’ll never understand is,

I may be beaten, bloodied, and made to cry,

But I will smile, and without you knowing, I still realize,

I didn’t survive that battle just to die…

Piece of Meat

Posted: December 31, 2013 in Poetry
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The sun burns out one last time,

And I’m cold on the barren ground,

Things skitter in the shadows,

Thousands of old feet begin to pound…

The ground shakes just like,

The traitorous piece of meat inside my ribs,

Screams issue forth without restraint,

It’s only as I die that I realize they’re mine…

I can feel its talons rake over me,

And for once my feet will not obey,

My blood boils from deep inside me,

I’ve lost the right to control my own DNA…

You’ve known my name since the beginning,

And all my wars were fought in foolish vanity,

With every step I thought I rose quickly,

Never seeing the ground crumble under my feet…

Thunder cracks and I smile as my eyes go milky white,

I can’t see the end of the brambles you’ve lain, devil,

But I’ll continue to slice myself to shreds in my fight,

To go out with a fist in your eternal eye, devil…

In the end I will crack like weathered stone,

A victim of my own pride and growl,

Never really knowing if I was free or owned,

But at least I won’t go out with a crawl…

My Skin and Yours

Posted: December 19, 2013 in Poetry
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You taste of the sky,

And smell of the air,

Feel of the Earth,

And move like a river…

A spark lights the tinder,

And I can already feel the fire,

Now that all is quiet here,

I can take in all the wonder…

My luck is strong today,

And I don’t feel the threat,

Hanging over me always,

For now at least, my threat rests…

I won’t miss the spectacle,

I won’t obscure the view,

I evolve into something respectable,

If only to earn my spot next to you…

Elevated as I am I will still,

Wear the scent of the bottom,

The best of us would gladly kill,

To keep from being the corpse at the bottom of the hill…

As long as my skin can still find yours,

I will survive whatever the world throws at me,

I will always get back up off the floor,

So long as you’re there to smile at me…

Slithering little monkeys,

All gathered up like sheep,

Waiting for the slaughter,

Ready to be reaped…

 

Baa, baa, baa,

As they all submit,

Waa, waa, waa,

Crying, ‘I guess this is what we get!’

 

The wolves are already circling,

And all the blades are sharpened,

The monkey’s coats have fallen,

The sheep are being bled…

 

Fast hands move sure and with purpose,

One by one the little monkeys fall,

The echoes of their screams are endless,

Didn’t they deserve it…?

 

Didn’t they deserve it?

Mewling like helpless little piglets,

Just begging for you to take it,

So you can still go very far…

 

The wolves tracking them in the streets,

Feasting on the increasing carrion,

There’s a disturbing lack of bleats,

As black clouds devour the sun…