AND if you say you
are so sad
I say I’m happy
and if you are afraid
of life I say I am
so comfortable in death
you really should wake up
I gave you a knife to
cut the birth cake of
your life –> you cut
your wrists and so we
have crimson cake: oh well
vanilla is white
blood so red
all we need is your mood
to make blue
–>red, white and blue
a Nation so Happy
America! Killed you
and all her social
engineering death
! So I really say
you really caught the
hook in your mouth
but I love you
:: 06-30-2015 ::
Tag Archives: #death
RED, WHITE & BLUE DEATH
THE COLD PACT
SOME say death is by chance
a twist of fate,
merely happenstance
And others take the rein
seeking death by their
own hands
I say death is the magician
a slight of hand, misdirection
allowing humans to believe
the end is Fate or Self-Fulfilled
But angels see the Cold Pact
forged before time itself
Life is a ledger and always
paid when balance is due
::<>::
SOME THINGS ARE MORE DEAD
In my mind I am DEAD
they speaking after-life
of never-lived and now
I am the jealous-Spirit
wishing life had loved
a broken little boy
that had been!
Where are you mother
and father?
the Deadest
been!
:: 05-12-2015 ::
THE CIRCLE
BY all those that are living
have traveled from that which
is dying
or dead
And from that knot
to the ultimate unraveling
those that are living
will have traveled this far:
to dying
and even death!
:: 04-29-2015 ::
IF I LIE WITHIN MY BED OF PAIN
if i lie within
my bed of pain
let’s call her death
and my sheets i’ve woven
entwined dreams of youth
that i took your breasts
within my mouth
i weep!
and to see how life expands
into a thin string of weakness
and of your-heart
and smile
too i’ve seen thinly die
i ate the dreams
from your mouth
and arguments are stupid things
spectral ghosts of hungry love!
but your eyes and lips and hands
are just as ghostly to my heart
as years that creep away
so do you!
:: ~~ ::
I DIE
I have a devious
minor chord
: it begat life
which I knew —
the fallen stems
of walking
lifeless shadows!
I could hug a
section of any
street if it
loved only me!
and the god-
damn birds
are lovely lean-
ing Songstress
words I am
compelled to die
for! Raw throats
of morning song
— I die.
:: 03-23-2015 ::
POST MORTEM GRIN
i love the silence you give me
so still and quiet
contemplating your situation,
so appreciated! And you
haven’t said a word
— forever
ever! i saw your eyes;
coins kept in place
any opportunity for you
to see! A pity. But lovely
how the stitches crawl
up toward your heart
keeping promises forever
oh, um, forever sewn
like it’s so much grief
a life cut short by disease
we can scientifically call
fucking life.
yeah. YEAH! And you
and Mozart decompose
the score of a thing
called purple life
it’s only me so don’t cry
and you smell…formaldehyde
but your lips still grin
:: 03-08-2015 ::
MOMENTO MORI
THE entrance was kept
in well lit corners
the rug a long dead beard
once hung upon a living face
and walls adorned in history
like the smell of something
that took its last breath
by dimmed years ago
And the boxes! Of spoons,
knives, and busy-doing life
and one of photographs;
the stolen moments of time
caught unprepared!
Faded, raped, and torn
of once living souls from
the 1900s — i could not hope
but to find one to make my own;
then caught my eye it did!
clearly written in white margin
“May 4, 1886” A Victorian
death photo — of me!
:: 03-07-2015 ::
ARTIFACTS OF DEATH
what dullness!
the divine whisper
what coldness!
a death from life
into a Nothingness
the estate built!
and all the joy
the fear and pain
and knowing ways
released unto the wind!
sodden steps of fear
angelic whispers
and children’s tears!
pallbearer’s burden
to meet a hole!
and depth of sorrow
like running horses!
a fire o’ hearts
burning past memories
quickly — bury them!
all of my death
within that scar
of broken earth!
and the blanket
— mother earth!
:: 02-27-2015 ::
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