The sky is blood red
The common bird is the crow
Human flesh is lunch
And so I went to the water,
To wash my wounds,
To cool my burns,
To calm my storms,
Yet still — I bled red.
And so I went to the water,
To dive for clarity,
To search for dignity,
To drown my fragility,
Yet still — I bled red.
And so I went to the water,
To find my innocence,
To forgive my insolence,
To cleanse my conscience,
Yet still — I bled red.
And so I went to the water,
And dwelled in pain,
To mend what love had broken,
To sew what had been torn,
To patch what life had scorned,
And yet — I still bled red.
This red won’t let me go.
This red has stayed.
For it is always the wounded
Who bleed—
Never the ones
Who carry the blade
Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find
Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate
Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested
V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet
bmdavey@10/6/24
Topping off his day
blood-red cherry on sundae
News from distant shores
the bugle’s blown no more
A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends
No chalice held, a sacrifice.
The Holy Week
a shroud that slowly rends.
Mourning flocks
adrift from faith's secure fold.
A traitor’s kiss,
a friendship bought and sold.
Peter's denial,
a love that cannot mend.
A crown of thorns
a cruel and mocking crowd.
The weight of sin on Christ
Savior, true friend.
Through Gethsemane's forsaken
shadowed mire.
He trod
a steadfast soul
with love's eternal fire.
His final breath
a lamented prayer
a ragged cry.
A promise etched in every gasping sigh.
From darkest night
a radiant dawn shall rise.
Redemption’s hymn
a dove
takes to the skies.
Though flesh may fail
love’s covenant remains.
A chalice brimming
hope never dies
breaks the chains.
As the cycles of night and day renew,
a rising sun inks ebony skies blue.
And crystal drops of misty morning dew
sparkle like diamonds, as Dawn's light breaks through.
While the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
Night's twinkling stars disappear, right on cue.
And an owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shifting silhouettes come into view.
And a rooster crows cock-a-doodle-doo,
announcing Sol's spectacular debut.
Sleeping songbirds wake, to bid Night adieu;
basking in sunlight, as they're known to do.
Colored clouds absorb tints like a tissue,
held aloft with an invisible glue.
Nature's artwork, no artist can outdo:
for inspiration; it's Her; they turn to.
Whispers tale of witches on festive October,
Mother's ninety first birthday and daughter in-law.
Our 20th Wedding anniversary and sober.
Halloween dressed as Ed Gein with a chain saw.
Pumpkin Patch party and wagon ride full of straw.
10/18/2023
sun beams paint the sky
crimson, gold, and ruddy red,
day gets transfusion
Fleshy; juicy; luring cherry, blood-red
Stone within it, though hard, never does hurt
Kids to toothless old goes chewing ahead
Adding with fruits and salads as dessert
Stone within it, though hard, never does hurt
Heart-shaped; looks as though bleeding endlessly
Adding with fruits and salads as dessert
One could go on eating it zealously
Heart-shaped; looks as though bleeding endlessly
Kids to toothless old goes chewing ahead
One could go on eating it zealously
Fleshy; juicy; luring cherry, blood-red
27 August 2022
A red sunset kindles icicle’s
into bright dripping scalpels.
Light decamps and flares,
impressions drift.
Shadows mime shadows.
The flicker of melting flames.
A hanging man;
his silhouette flex’s,
head lolling, arms stretching
in the long reach of evening.
Death twists
flames smolder then set.
Heels keep turning.
A tree sleeps.
...and so I am wonderstruck
by the blood red moon
as it rises above the edge
of the world.
On this night Selene*
with chariot and horses of silver,
is pulling the moon across the sky.
On this night when dark witches
want her to die,
they draw their own blood
to work more powerful spells,
trying to draw Selene's spirit
unto themselves,
but the Goddess is wise
and with the flick
of a mystical rein,
turns the red to silver again,
and continues her journey
across the midnight sky.
*Selene: Greek Goddess of the Moon
(to a blues riff)
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl,
You're a good good girl.
You're a good good girl
You're a good good girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl
You're a good good girl.
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a spit-curl girl, roller derby girl
You're a good good girl.
Scented
beauty attracts,
color carries comfort,
thorny body beneath petals
offends.
Years ago, but one
Nineteen hundred and thirty one
Solomon the Gun
He smoked big cigars
He drove really big fast cars
On his face a scar
He ruled the city
Drove us all into pity
Made us feel shifty
The world his oyster
I don't mean to be witty
Boiled, fried, roasted
He always boasted
"I can take anyone out
Anytime I wish"
He owned everyone
Father, mother, daughter, son
No one was safe from
Solomon the Gun
He's always a gangsters son
With a Tommy Gun
He killed thirteen men
St. Valentines Massacre
Dirty cold red blood
Alibi's no good
Now Solomon's on the run
The cops after him
Nowhere left to run
Solomon's shot in the head
He was left for dead
Oh, he's all but gone
Nothing but a memory
Newspaper fodder
Now, he wasn't brave
Buried in an unmarked grave
Never to be saved
He was just stupid
A total stooge and moron
Solomon the Gun
When you fight the law
You'd best have the bigger gun
And bigger ego
Better be faster
On the draw and on the run
Or it's your last here
Now, you may well say
What's the moral of the story?
What to take away?
Solomon the Gun
The moral is simply this
Don't be like he was...
I spent my day shopping for rubies
searching for jewels, glittering red
love of Venus, in strawberry stones
fortune favours, that's how they said.
diadem of diamonds, splashes amber
fierce blaze of fire, polished in shine
red rose pendant glowing in whims
superstellar color, garnets crystalline.
Here's the real ruby, in its royal scepter
pale moonlight, russet autumn shades
crowned on this ring, an euphoric cherry?
No, it's just a fake, the tint masquerades.
Her wedding dress of red silk brocade,
poppies and buttercups sewn to the hem.
A matching ruby to flicker a misaligned fate,
a hardened heart buys, the blood red gem.
19th July 2020
Sponsor Julia Ward
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