Black Hole
In the middle of my black hole Is a portal to your heart But when we join You are not there for me You lost yourself In the wind of the storm The water droplets of the rain Steaming down, hot water Washing our blood off our bodies Chopped I skin my leg And you pick up the flesh The dark world around me Whines in distress Two hearts Burnt black Consumed with pain Frolicking on the back burner Treatment for her, me Not even a sigh of pleasure. When will he resurface for true lovemaking? Love Potion She put her love potion Onto the shelf She hadn’t met the right man The potion had a blue tone aura And that was her magic Forgetfulness and warm lazy days Came by her tea And so live consciousness Filled beautiful arrays And depressed blue lakes By her hand And she shed tears as a healer Working up peace With her heart Her love potion finds a suitor soon So said the time keeper Enriched reflective energy Will bring her a lover. Protagonist 4 the People A protest against What is coming She did not care about Anymore. Her cyborg legs Marched As if ordered To appease the highest order. The energy That spun her all around Gripped her Heart. A shadow Of who she was before Faded into a natural setting To doze off. She swallowed the pills, Did the small things, Entreated from The big things. The herbs In her garden bloomed Wow. While the armies seized, With no response From her. Her tongue Whispered of pain It stung in her belly Still. Her daughter, The Omen, Was losing steam Without mom. Her son, The Dark, Beat his drum Without good reason. Her other son The Light, Hid From the masses. I recognize This is happening — A retreat, a stagnation By my failing. I was Protagonist For the People. |
Adam & Eve
Eve loved In her nakedness Her heart Washed up on the sandy beach Her husband’s laughter Winded the leafy blue tree His darkness Rattled the nightline sky His heart Tore open the veil Towards her He brushed Her inner thigh And he penetrated Her inner core Until sunrise In his nakedness. Grey Moth The grey moth rose during ancient times when turbulence was with the nation. The grey moth rose During Scientific times Technology Against a form of killer robots Disguised. Masquerade I do Mask intended for myself And my lover I can’t wait to make him again And take off the mask For a moment. The grey moth rose To attend to her work Secret life During Scientific times Disguised. Masquerade I do Mask intended for myself And my lover I can’t wait to make him again And take off the mask For a moment. The grey moth rose And the forewarning Carried out And the play ended The shadows came forth Unsung heroes raised a flag I held my wrist. Only lost in the jungle for a minute Protected now by him So I can’t wait to make him again And take off the mask For a moment. A time for lovers For me After war. Chillin' Like a Villian I celebrate The Day of the Dead Every Sunday. I light Mother Mary candles For the loved ones who passed. My collection of skulls With rhinestone eyes Are my witnesses. Black cats Are my good luck charms, Yellow and dark purple roses too. I have bruises up and down my arm Sometimes, And a couple of turtle tattoos, And an "I Love You Dad" On my shoulder. Also my good luck charms. I love men. I hate men. I'm not undecided. They like my curvy hips And my slight belly, And that my tits Are like a well-kept dame's, I melt butter for my nipples When I'm feeling it - It's comforting, It's my medicine. I prefer the dark, Like alpine sky lines at dusk, Or sandy beaches under the stars - Two places I want to hang My picture of Axel from Guns N Roses - On a tree-trunk, And set a couch - Yes outside, To do my "chillin' like a villain", And listen to the sounds Of katydids & cicadas, While midnight moons Go by each night. I paint my toes red And my nails white, Bloodshed & innocence all in one. I hang with hippies and goths, To read poetry and overdramatize, To smoke everything in sight, And dance inappropriately, To light incense to the gods, And try out some silence. Sometimes I laugh too When I'm doing what I love most. I'm doing that tonight - "Chillin' like a villain", I go somewhere in my mind Where no one can touch me, Listening to what I listen to, And attached to my couch - It's always placed somewhere In the dark I love, At least in my imagination. It's comforting, It's my medicine. I'll be there this midnight When the moon flies by. |
I Love You
Just breathe with your eyelids closed I did that for the shortest time And while — You did a million things. My complements to you. You ask me to be a friend You say you cannot be But you are I want to be your timeless wife, amie. Inside my mind is angst But my eyes see You peek at my heart and you let Me be alive. I like it. I want it. I love you. She Was Painted Black She was painted black With metallic makeup on her lips And eyes. She could see in the dark She could speak about the dark She could feel the dark’s pain. She was loyal to the world On fire for so many Advocate for the tired. She mourned for the world But shedding no tears Ever. She stayed awake in the night Looking up often Paying tribute to the moon and its allies. The moon glittered across the sky Symbol of beauty in the night And direction to the lost. She wanted to feel reality Not a dumbed down reality But the whole thing, raw. To Someone Who Claims My Heart On the backdrop of the glass I see your reflection. It changes thirteen times For thirteen psychotic breaks Like facets of a diamond. A ring lost forever more, I… afraid I married a dark man Of wicked dreams Who loved me deeply And hated me at times more. Emerging from the darkness Twelve other enticing men My head turns And you, but not you, from another parallel dimension Takes over Again and again. Summer, spring, fall, winter All four seasons And when the wind blows on a normal day Experience says — You are solid, present, compassionate, a Christian And my “always” husband Who is almost always there. The deep tug on my mind To perceive you in all your many aspects Breaks from time to time Like shattered glass For a broken mind And you are all these things — Man to man You and your parallel world selves. But there is one by my side Who claims my heart Who is someone I plan to eternally know From sweet nothings in my ear When first dating To living across the United States To vows upheld Onto that heavenly place we long to know. To be someone you must know someone And I know you. You have the face of your grandfather The eyes of your father And the heart of your mother You are unchanging, yet changing enough Someone my heart beats for Upon a smile from you. A Letter From Today I’m alive and life is making sense For the first time in forever Wind caught up in a sail Portals everywhere but your way Interesting and love and accomplishment And angst. Terror has disappeared from my life And you look on Forward And I hope you're singing Even though scars are spreading everywhere on my body Like a spiderweb. Clothing torn from my body Blood smeared on my shoulders Hard dick in my vagina Wanting it Crusted tears that never come Standstill. I’m learning to love my new life. My Fingers are Words My wrists are rivers of blood My fingers are words My brain is on fire My heart is stolen My song is don’t surrender Internally I know something Externally the world bears weight because I know more than something My fingers are words I went thru the door The beautiful flowers were there The sun beat down in cool weather The mind pondered I became My fingers are words They are the wind pounding the sail I’m taking off in the sail's shadow. |