On days like these.
I feel the need.
When lovers roam.
Driven a part, I need these
Feel my hand the reason it bleeds
and most of all I feel the animal deep inside, yes
of what it is and is not.
For me
To Impress
on days like these
I desire
the bitterweed.
When lovers spin apart
Revival in what it is, hope!
Give me a kiss,
Hold my hand
give me something I want
and this is what
I meant like sands through time
Like an hourglass.
When lovers need,
the most I feel,
the animal deep inside.
And wild untamed bless,
on days like this,
the most I need to impress.
Of the cold and bitter Empress
the Empress of Less, wild and what it is,
Her of the white dress.
Bold hold, the hand of rage in this the dry age.
Kill the king as lovers part,
On days like these…
I feel the need…
When lovers roam,
Driven apart, I need these…
Feel my iron hand, the reason it bleeds
and most of all I feel the animal deep inside, yes!
of what it is, as it is not or me…
As the empress needs
A Crimson Dress
Categories:
bitterweed, allegory, allusion, analogy, art,
Form: Rhyme
I enjoy turning the cow's milk sour
as they graze on me hour by hour
Simply because the farmers you see
Run their tractors straight over me!
I have sunset flowers of Yellow
And most of the time I'm mellow
I light up the fields for those passer by
And hear them exclaim, "Oh My Oh My
But out of respect I'll simply say
Enjoy my color and have a nice day!
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Bitterweed means toxic
Categories:
bitterweed, identity,
Form: Rhyme
The holidays are here, they feel so warm
Even if outside the snow is causing so much harm
My Christmas tree is glowing
With little lights and decorations, so lively and flowing
There, I sit and enjoy the glowing essence
Of the festive season which makes me reminiscence
With eagerness and zeal, I anticipate,
The golden surprises Santa shall leave for me and my cellmate
Yes, the jail is my home,
Not a house but one with love and care, yes, my home
Here, I spend with my brothers of deed
This Christmas holidays, even if the aroma is one of bitterweed
Categories:
bitterweed, holiday, life, nostalgia, seasons,
Form: Couplet
Down the long graveled road
Flanked by woods with filtered sun
Evening sun signaling me to abode
Where the bitterweed blooms,I run
Join family outside in the twilight
With the moon rising in the East
Offering some soft evening light
Fireflies begin to emerge_beast
Their glow like small little suns
Flashing on and off, on and off
Catch them_place in jar motor runs
On these nights watermelon sliced
Homemade ice cream entombed
In store bought ice with rock salt
Both bought at the freezer store
Where huge chunks of ice stored
Mostly about these times memories
Of you how you could produce
Much out of nothing and fun
When there was none__
What a character you were
Laughter and joy bubbling over
Then bam angry explosions
Never knew which would come
I always wonder what was wrong
Now I know that you probably
Had some type of mental illness
Probably some chemical imbalance
Sad _for you could have been
Some very special person
Had times been different
Someday we will understand
Categories:
bitterweed, childhood, confusion, family, father,
Form: I do not know?