You are the fire that burns pain to ash,
The first raindrop that touches the ground.
A dawn that breaks after a sleepless night,
A whisper of hope where peace is found.
You are the spark that ignites after dark,
The last fragment of my shattered soul.
A timeless flame that nothing restrain,
A shining diamond while I’m still the coal.
You are the breeze that carries the dream,
The first tide of the overflowed river.
A lighting star between two heartbeats,
A fading memory, carrying a secret shiver.
You are the flower that blooms in stone,
The last sun of my long waited dusk.
A ray of hope tearing through the sky,
A glimmer behind the twilight’s husk.
A couple soon to be said newly wed,
yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back
to swear the vow inside th’old shack,
quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread;
A reek awaftin’ out a country shed
left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack,
the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack
discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head;
Well…, they ‘was a murder in the red barn,
an absence none—nor husband—could explain,
’til—guess,—what befell the fair lady’s kin?:
’twas a strange dream th’unwound the twisted yarn.
On that farm, packed ‘nside a sack o’ grain,
a body lay stuffed deep down ’n’a storage bin—
Outfitting himself for wrestling
he sneared at the smiling gentlmen in the locker roomI wanna see how I could not be perfect
see ya'll guy think everything is easy and getting up early
and doing the thing makes you
qualified to be champion.
Snarls the Old man against the the Pretty Guys
Women love em: and the Ladies wanna
get wiff em.
You son's of es: I worked my ass off getting butts in the seats
I wrestled in a horse stable when we couldn't fill the areanas.
We wrestled at an old abandoned mine
when we couldn't get the fans interested.
then when the crwds picked up
you Sissy es come along and take the spotlight from under us.
I heard you say the Dusk Stalwart was
grion Old and stiff around the collar.
I heard you man: I heard it all.
He's got his gear tonight man,
he's here tonight man
Ah hell I feel like I can face anything!
You guys are gonna learn
what it really takes to be
a self promoting Man!"
I'm gonna go outta my way
and Learn you Pukeass es!"
"Let's reveal the sky to the masses!"
"Maybe with enough voice ya'll will sing my name to
seranade my new Missus!"
Grannies pastry shop has seen good years
I still remember running errands as a kid
I even got my first kiss by that old chummy block
As I jumped out pretending I was going out for air
But now it's time to let it all go
We celebrated our birthdays here with the staff
Everyone felt like fahm, everyone loved it here
For it was by the silent street down that road
Across the sea with calming breeze
But now the breeze is blowing the door, time to close up
We've got so many fond memories here
To everyone this is a big blow
And though we had it coming for sometime now
We hoped granny could jump back on her feet,
to whoop some of those delicious treats
And no one seemed to have learnt from her
Cause since she went home things kept going south
Till the time we could hardly keep up with the payments
We've been in the red for a while, but now it's beeping
It's on it's last breathes before it's all out
The PO£T
To the young lady I shagged on the bed
Sorry my bank account was so in the red
My checkbook had bounced
When on you I pounced
Dearie, better to be in the red than dead.
Written April 21, 2022
gilded and blooming
from the red room days go by
panoramic views
songs all the summer
forest green from my windows
divers birds converge
velvet nights rose dawns
as all the world passes by
life is tinged with red
Eloquently blushy rosy cheeks clad
Beautiful silken hair,coloured red,
Are tied to a bun;
Which are long if undoned.
Bright eyes with hopes within
Smooth sound of her breathin
Dressed in red sheath gown,
Which fell very well down.
Beauty was in her glance
I every bit of stance
She was a dream, real
Which seemed hard to deal.
Several hearts skipped a beat
For her beauty to treat,
They crave for her,and
They yearn for her hand.
endless needles whisper ignited damnation
slaughtered under brightest stars of desirable defeat
defound thy gripe,moan of lifeless faults
repentive to sane salvage,refuse the sanity one own beheld
prone and self contended,tonight and again clouds infidel with vibrant devilcast
foilated against luminous display,thy fed less shards of faith
tranquil mirror sink through the pane and fall a finite forced to please to jagged mourning.
striving and misting in a language of thy path
each shattered piece devour a piece of place
each piece confuse a childhood visionary
sadism gas ove over confined depression
settle angst with mixed lonely tears
depurify
epidemic wast thy living on the shaded crust
water liquidizing developing upon a cup "famined damned"
arsenic pseudoes faith,young youth demise to the other side of the moon's siren
emotion amplify reality recogning into the breathless nightmare
disgraced by god,fallen to a nether which blossoms thy intramurl echo
thy rest infinityly with the fallen and blaze the progression of further soul...
she had a shape
it would bake a cake
she was neat
was aye treat
yo can bet
she didn't look amess
the
LADY IN THE RED DRESS
he has cart gifts and toys
for girls and boys
he was nices
didn't think twice
to repect mom and dad
you'll be glad
as he ride and toot and hes cute
THE
FAT MAN IN THE RED SUITE
The girl in the red barrette
Silently walking downtown
Lifting her hair over top
To watch it slide down
Russell Sivey
he comming soon
under the moon
he's a old goon
with the toy bloons
so stay tune
listen for his toot
he the
FAT MAN WITHE THE RED SUIT
gulls shriek their gullness
across my field of silence
morning ripens into Monday
and the dance begins,
cars whizz into traffic jams, doors slam
the world coming in and going out,
dogs bark their allegiance, the morning's Halleluyah chorus
still singing their bird song as if nothing else
mattered,
it was a good weekend, now locked into the
trunk of memories, I apologized to you,
perhaps already forgiving myself for being
the girl in the red dress, confident and
tearing out your eyes with the lust of longing,
I was young and filled with the arrogance
of red,
an open flower for hungry tongues
you didn't know me
then, when my cheeks were soft
as petals
and my stride was long-legged
we missed a lifetime together
and the days are shorter now.
I swear there was an angel jumping on my bed, but instead of wearing white, her dress was
scarlet red.
She can be rather naughty, and I think you will see, that whenever somethings broken, It
was her I swear not me!
She also has a halo, but it must be kind of worn, why else would it be held on by those
two red pointy horns?
I swear I'm telling you the truth, about this angel dressed in red, I would never jump and
mess around upon my little bed.
I always do as I am told, as any good girl should, and I'd catch this angel for you, if
you really think I should.
I thought all angels wore just white, and never dress in red, but this one's got her play
suit on, at least thats what she said.
She's always asking me to play, to run, and dance and shout, it's her who throws my
clothes around and leaves my toys about.
I tell you I am innocent I never made that mess, it was that little angel in the scarlet
Red dress.
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