Joints and tendons ache
Water works partly block
Teeth; gums you forsake
In the mix, the odd rock
Nobody prepares you
Suddenly, the decline
Friends not foes, few
You want to only recline
Like yesterday's news
You are now quite stale
Worth very few views
Repeating a woeful tale
Your pals drop dead
On goes the count
Next obit to be read?
As health events mount
if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany
of a misled marionette ~
screaming for a cathartic elixir….
tonight my intuition is a passive-aggressive gaslighter
manipulating the inner voice ~ like a pathological liar
freezing the floral clairvoyance…
while curiosity keeps crawling
amidst crestfallen opium
I ponder: do frost and flame, as I breathe in bleakness~
transcribe how the echo
within the fog filters reality
curated in the midst of melted angst
fluctuating like stone-blind blackness~
a drop-dead delirium kissed by the darkness
of a silent sepulcher?
I’m a prisoner of splitting supernovae
caught in polarized pyretic disruptions
for everything feels like exaggerated deceit
when truth seems like a mere dot above~
a hyphen of irrational ratios
carved from calculated confusions,
betrayed by the violent strings
of my violin heart…
By all means the stars in splendid time,
have exquisite planets with aspect of extra shine.
Born are the glorious children by natures elegant,
making angelic charisma very relevant.
Breathtaking charming allure,
dazzling bewitching amore.
Death on hold by appearance,
easy on the eye perseverance.
The cause to stop immediately,
natures reminder of love initially.
Absolutely drop dead gorgeous,
artistic elegant flawless.
Death by beauty in lure of beauties boredom,
when goodness faints before that stardom.
Sensuous fatal admiration,
tickles of laughter sensation.
The bucket list to promised attention,
stardoms garden in ideal captivation.
Splendid delight in commercial abuse,
until death us apart with no excuse.
It sucked the honey out of their breath,
Romeo and Juliet claimed that beauty in death.
The exquisite exaggeration in awe,
is the attention seeking straw.
While poisons beauty products still claim,
awesomeness has no shame.
His hair like carefully woven silk
Those eyes so blue
You can see into the soul
It tells many a story
His lips so soft and wholesome
His dress sense unquestionably stylish
The manners
The charm
The wit
Charisma in abundance
As I visually undress him
I wonder what’s under those trousers...
flamingo boa
buzzard with a fashion knack
pink is the new black
January 10th 2018
Buzzards and Flamingos Poetry Contest
Anthony Slausin
Try to get your shadow out of my heart
Try to get your trace out of my soul
Try to give these empty thoughts some meaning.....
Let me see these poisoned scars like an art
And the swords which stabbed me drops of rain trying to fall
Try to convince me that without you I'm not gonna drop dead, I'm only dreaming....
Erase your voice from my memory and your picture from my mind
Convince yourself that you can do it when GOD couldn't and I promise you not to look behind
You'll always be immortal in me like a hole bless was sent to save my corrupted soul
A spell to give me hope and Palance after a severe fall
Without you I'm a living dead just hovering around waiting a miracle to plant me in a tomb
Some magic to help me get a live from my own death and get me out of this damn time loop
Life is silent like a cemetery but it is planted in my heart
I wish spirits that lives in to shout out loud and break every last part
Write Until You Drop Dead
Why does one equate logic for fear
Never relent in ever giving up on the fight
One hand to hold a heart to mend
I treasured a red rose from a parted friend
Look into the eye of the storm
Cause mamma that's where all the fun is
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Love's duration in creating a rhyme
Like a little child playing in the sand box
We each drift off to are imaginary place
Far from the notion of thought that leads to death
I must confess that the heart is deceitful who can know it
Write until you drop dead
There is a funeral in my head
The procession is out the door
Lest I implore another place to score
We have come this far not to turn back now
No use looking back at the plough
The madness of Van Gogh cutting off his ear
Poe in the middle of the street in a drunken stupor
Cobain as he help the microphone on stage
There's an evil rage against the machine evil scheme
Faces in the window with storms in the night
Never relent to ever give up on the fight
I caressed the words
within my heart
Through the blood
running through the veins
With the butterflies you leave
Fluttering in air to you
Radiant beauty
Stars above
Your soul shines
Surely heaven
Through those beautiful eyes
The key to your soul
I all but caress your heart
Drop dead gorgeous
I call you
My hands on your knees
falling at your feet
A Beautiful soul
The dagger on my very life
deadly beautiful
to die in your arms
Drop dead gorgeous
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