7/27/17
Going into light and dark places
With a steady pulse or as my heart races
What in tarnation
I see so much greed and starvation
Here to change the world
Whether or not using objects that are straight or curled
I'll still give it a whirl
Maintaining composure
It's far from over
But getting closer
Similar and varying degrees
The will to succeed
Knowing I shall bleed
I won't give up so long as I can still breathe
In and out of orbit
This is no horseshit
I'm not going to forfeit
I'm all game for it
Whether or not I have to use a forklift
Categories:
horseshit, dark, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
A misanthrope yet addicted
To your praise
Inclined to enslave
And beckon come and see
We can trade witticisms
Or discuss the front page
You can confide every fetish
I promise I'll behave
Even if it's 50 Shades
I'll conceal every page
Of our correspondence
And when I call
You're only talking to me
Tell the Devil everything
We can mourn our loses
Spit on the crosses
I'm your friend on standby
Forget the rest of this horseshit
I'll visit while you sleep
In the morning
You'll want to be branded by me
I'm an entity to be reckoned with
You should be scared
But instead you're soaking wet
Your submission fuels me
But your promises don't fool me
I know one day
You'll disappear and leave me lonely
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Categories:
horseshit, friend,
Form: Free verse
Awake,
for the first time in eons.
I love this delicate Tango
as Mother nature
sings sotto voce,
the rain as her voice. the wind, her whisper.
Your siren serenade
no longer falling on long-
deaf ears.
My will,
pierced by moth-wing needles
and catfish dreams,
falls under its' own remorse.
Words slip from your tongue
magically magnetic
and i am found, again,
for the first time-
i realize that
down the road there is a tiny garden
with a tiny bench, and two weather-pitted
cherubs grace the sides,
apart, yet altogether knowing
they are meant to be,
and all that happy horseshit.
Categories:
horseshit,
Form: Free verse