DOLOROUS
Lashes curl
Cast a spell
Eyes, black pearls
Snap their Shells
A Judas kiss
Lays on your lips
A metal ring
Pierced in Hell
A twilight orchid
Bleeds in grey
Across your heart
A wounded Ache
Sorrow, Grief, Misery,
Chain
Wrap your wrists
In poison stain
Remorse, Regret
Roses laced
Across your back
Will never fade
Below your waist
Passion, Pain
Burns
A melancholy flame
Dolorous
/'dol?r?s / dollar-us / adjective / feeling or expressing great sorrow or distress.
Can you not be what you made me to see?
My siren song of woven poesy—
Sealing my choice on your brand with a roar—
Am I right, or have you blinded my core?
You are my mountains, my rivers, my hills.
Why, then, indictment after your cheap thrills?
Honeyed lips lie behind lipstick and paint;
My verdure, my air, my people you taint.
Your essence of playful epiphanies,
Perfect, filtered, adjusted sanctities,
Are the dreads of death in the heart of hearths—
A cavernous gloom of illusive arts.
And upon that stand, blow the Judas Kiss:
If repentance fails, who would be your tryst?
The Intersecting Lanes of Judas Kiss and Street Justice
Sometimes our greatest enemy is not the person we keep at a distance in our life. It is not even the enemy that lives within us. But is found in the hypocrisy of the one that is in our inner circle that wears the guise of a friend. To that disloyal,back stabbing rat whos lips are lace with the poison of Judas. To that one we take by force through calculated action. Either by by feet, or by hair, we drag that one to the lanes of where judas kiss and street justice meet.
Serpentine artisan in Eden
Crafting a second creation
A molten piece of idol
By the dexterity
Of word of mouth.
Tongue lures ear
And then à tongue kiss
To the ear, both soulmates
Titillate the neurons of the body
Stir the impulse of all senses
All segued to Judas kiss.
Telepathist tool
Transmuting visions from pluto
To reality on earth.
Forked-tongue town crier
With cymbal and gong
Improvising a dissonance
Of glossolalic tales
To the age of gullible gullivers!
Ear, O hear!
In that gaping cavity
There lies lie lair
The sword of Damocles
Gliding and Churning honey gobs
From its cavity to founts of lies
In every public square.
Like the big lie of Hitler and Goebbels
To the holocaust.
Let not all thy senses,
Emotion, reason, and conscience
Trust her tongue!
It's sweet to help
To people in dire needs
But it's too heavy to feel
To whom you've given help
Will use you and betray you
It's more than lovers break-up
It's more than stabbing the back
It's more than Judas kiss
It's not human act anymore
It's against law of any righteousness
It's extremely evilness to the bone
It's really Lucifer in the making.
A poet paints a leaf greener than it is,
a dramatist makes the story more tragic,
human nature crave for what unreal gave,
ignores reality that may hold more bliss,
those large white marble sculptures of long lost kings,
are carved to perfection to look Adonis,
because a lie often earns more wealth than truth,
there is money behind every Judas kiss,
pretending gurus con people through magic,
for what unreal gave, human nature crave,
stay with the real, give false pretences a miss.
This tragedy is a farce,
A play within a play.
The king says one thing,
The queen another
And the pawn, lying broken
May never recover.
Romantic sop,
(he’s quite the fool)
Watching the battle go on
and on . . .
. . . and on the warfare continues -
A game of Armageddon.
With despotic palaver
The pawn is sent
To the enemy campsite
To sow discontent.
Rhapsodic dolt,
(he’s quite the fool)
An equerry running from side
to side . . .
. . . to side with those in grace.
Insane the thought of victors.
Hollow heroes
With noble guile
Bewitch the pawn
In villainous style.
Quixotic soul
(he’s quite the fool)
Standing in line for a Judas kiss.
Halcyon Days!
I do not seek your enmity
but think I'm grateful we're not friends
although we were for many years.
Let half the nation say adieu,
There's nothing I desire from you!
I won't lean toward false gravity,
defame my truth, praise your loose ends.
I humbly thank you for your part
in showing me a Judas kiss,
but sad to know that you're so clear
my dreams aren't dreams you care to hear.
Still, swear to God, I'll view your art
though pyrites salt Trump's mine's abyss.
I don't seek win; I wish your gain,
salvation's peace, not scammer's pact.
My faith's Grace saves all fools who fall
though sinners dream their truth fits all
(their desperation sources pain.)
Pray words don't harm, God's Grace, a fact!
Brian Johnston
25th of October in 2020
Within oppressive oblivious organisms,
a tyrannical tormentor here lies;
Amidst the scheming sinister schisms,
another moment within us dies…
Reflecting resistance upon dualisms,
the chasm clock brings our demise;
Where present perpendicular prisms,
create illusions in their disguise.
Barbarian black holes in their abyss,
ruins of ticking tyrants regurgitate;
Annihilator’s of the past in their bliss,
for time devours all to recreate…
Death and destruction a Judas kiss,
as the giants gorge and alienate;
In purgatory, we shall reminisce,
forever’s are gone as they separate…
A chronological continuance abides,
escaping from the eternal abode;
Thoughts lost as destiny divides,
infinite space sequestered to erode…
Dreams dormant the universe slides,
consciousness begins to corrode;
I shall soon disappear with the tides,
for my words will now implode.
June.30.2020
Time- 8 Word Challenge
Sponsored by~ A Dear Heart
Placed 1'st...Thank You
His threads soaked in blood
Dismantled ricassos line his back
His tear filled eyes he shuts
The sky above him black
Anger fused with sorrow
Heavy stones on his heart
What good can come of tomorrow
When thy life’s been torn apart
The latter-day Caesar
Against the avant-garde council
Says farewell to the dreamer
That dwelled in the fictitious castle
For what he was has died
And what he’ll become unknown
Adieu...farewell...goodbye
He’ll walk the broken path
Alone
Love Without Embrace
...can someone recreate and grasp their embrace of lost love?...
Oh! what treachery of love is this?
abandoned by a Judas kiss…
Does not my soul soundly speak?
condemned and crucified by the love I seek…
I am here my love, can thou not see me?
I feel thy chronic cries with a palpitating plea…
Oh! What madness is within thy mind?
I stand in front of thee for thus thou shall find…
Oh! What an evil spell thou have cast,
I hear thee and see thee not, a speck of dust from the past…
What a diabolical dread, please speak no more,
for each word I hear brings me closer to death’s door…
My love thou must awaken from this nightmares dream,
for my heart touches thy heart in a silent scream…
And thus I pray for our love to reconnect,
for we are abandoned in oblivion of love’s neglect
I am drowning in my filth for thy love I cannot taste,
save my salvaged soul, my love, make haste make haste…
Tis the moon I last see a frozen moment of your face,
in my abandonment of love without embrace.
June.14.2018
Abandon Poetry
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Author Dana Redricks
May 19, 2018
Betrayal to its lowest point
A kiss from a friend
One hand embracing you
While the other hand is
stabbing you in the back
As Christian we are taught
to turn the other cheek
I do forgive but it's hard to
forget
I'm Finding it hard to know who
to trust that is what
my mind is telling
me but then I receive
a gentle reminder telling me
vengeance is mine
declared the the Lord
Emotional wombs are hard
to heal and there is no pill to
to ease the pain
It feels as if someone has
ripped out my heart and
taken it and smashed it
to the floor
but just like everything it
takes time to heal to
be able to let it go and
to learn from each lesson
and to continue to keep
counting my blessings
A thousand ways My love expressed
My song to sing of all the best
My love poured out with all My heart
To call her out and set apart.
A thousand ways My love expressed
Her heart devotion is My request
But in return from the black abyss
I am offered back a "Judas kiss."
Betrayal ! Betrayal ! My heart does ache
Like a painful sting of a venomous snake
She has been found in her lover's bed
And eaten of his covenant bread.
Her secrets now are brought to light
And for her soul there'll be a fight
Her lovers sue, a case they bring
And still My song I continue to sing.
A thousand ways I sing My song
With chastening love her life prolong
One by one her lovers die
With repented tears do purify.
A thousand ways My love expressed
My one true love put through the test
The testing trials will take their toll
As the purging fires refine her soul.
But still a thousand songs I sing
And love for her the best I bring
There is no relenting day or night
All for the heart of the Shulamite.
I will never feel vacant, never self-loathing
As long as you awake me
Holding a lantern that beacons aspirations
For feelings of doubts must be combusted by flames of passion
The world’s miscreants spread their disease, influencing their intent of infidelity
Leading us into heart-rending ailment
Hiding their assurance rings, acting on treachery ardor, Judas kiss
In inamoratas arms we turn away always remaining devoted
Warming the essence, shaking all conceded pain, faltering and stiffened
As we lie in our own visibility meadow of heaven
The scent of allure wonder makes me speechless
All I can say is your love has always been as true as can be
Treasuring all intendment significance
Every trial, spike in are anatomies was treaded in the floods of unconditional
We will never go cold are heart beat will never blacken below
We will always live for today without being faded or torn
No matter how old we will never depress because we having hoping hearts
I’ll take my kisses in a flood
Holy with Lust,
Hot with Blood.
Never, never let it come to this,
The cold, cold kiss.
Lean closer my sweetness,
Feel my passionate heart;
Forever together in completeness,
Never more to be torn apart.
Oh, Jude go not so far away.
Persist to Love
Till we are Grey!
No, no, never let it come to this,
One cold traitors’ kiss.
Cold are your fingers,
Over my passionate heart;
For old times’ sake, your hand lingers,
Hesitant to make a start.
I want all my kisses in a flood
Holy with Lust,
Warmed with Blood.
Oh, oh, never let it come to this,
One cold Judas kiss.
(1995/2017)
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