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FLESH CREEP
so what you said been going thru my head
been thinking how i feel i think i’m dead
what you expressed buried me in my head
and now i see what i feel i could cut your heart
into two if it made me feel better but when the
angels came to me
Said you’d be better of
if you lived I said yes
a lifetime in your prison
of flesh creep
makes me feel so much better
and when your life’s over
i could never say, ‘I loved you’
you’re so much better off dead
and i say you’d be better off dead
All within your prison of flesh creep
makes me feel so better when you’re dead
::-::
THE ROMANTIC ONE
A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.
My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin
:: 10-13-2014 ::
HUMMINGBIRD SOUL
YOU’VE got a
beautiful face
and hummingbird
lipNectar soul
a neverAlone eye
that everyone steals
and I couldn’t love
you more so easy
hummingBirdSoul
:: 10-08-“”””
KING BY QUEEN
and love! that windless —
stillness
amber-gel
breathless
by King by Queen
rule the rook
and pawn’s tears
soil the time-frame
O’er dirt and flower!
moon too and sun
across the chess board
the courtship by Avalon
by spring fall tenderly
gossamer/rose bud lips!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
YOU’RE NO JOHN LENNON
Falling down I found myself
inside myself and some
reason wearing a heart
seemed to be so easy
little gnomes and fairies
squeezing grapes for wine
singing a river ancient song
and fawn and weeping trees
said I should believe in fantasy
they were the wizard all in one
so I sang a song to them all
I sang of strawberry fields
where nothing is real and no
one is in my tree and I must
be high or low and living
is easy with eyes closed
and they all stopped to listen
and said, “You’re no
John Lennon!’
:: 10-03-2014 ::
GOD SAVE THE WORLD
(never should it be the same thing}
I ate the summer sky at night
bending reed and heart
shot the yellow jacket wing
tasted the poison of it’s sting
painted an image of my heart
upon the basin of the Mississippi
and I rode my soul all the way
across the bayou to the City
of Southern sin and drinking
the party that never ends
and I danced with the devil
and sang of Eros and Gomorrah
and god slapped my cheek
daisy faced women cried for me
as they watched my soul sink
back into the mud of the river
that rages within the heart of all
Praise the One who damns us
and the angels weep for all
and I dropped to my knees
wishing I never thought clear
where a world walks in haze
and all mother kill their babies
Is someone going to save us
is anybody going to save the world?
God? devil? Superman?
we need someone who loves
loves the filth of humanity
:: 10-03-2014 ::
I SHOULD WANT. TO BE MYSELF
a hand and it’s five fingers
each one a story
that gives emotions;
one for love,
when life is frail
the second for age,
when death tries to steal
a third for romance, when life is young
my fourth a prize-gift, she is next to me
and the fifth for Life, which allows me to remember…
life is my sweetest friend
when i go so does my love
it’s the only thing that’s real
and i have eaten pain, so familiar
i tried once, to kill it everyday
spat at the brilliant sun
and dug my heels into the One
and in the end i saw everyone
go away, like the pain i lived
and now, my broken heart steals
what feelings I had buried
beneath the hate and all the hearts
And I ask, “what did I do, my friend.
I squandered my precious ones,
all for the empty fear that ate
my heart…and I should remember,
when I start again…I should
a want to be myself.”
:: 09-29-2014 ::
VICTORIA(N) (K)NOW(S)
ti(me)
frailly
t(ick)ed
strikingly
killing me
her (man)ner
found t(he)
her(art)
within my
poe(try)
:: 09-29-2014 ::
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