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There was a king, very Grimm
Who composed verse of the dead in the dim
The dim darkness of evil minds
Brothers of a sort in the black forest
He was in exile and away from the castle walls
He wept for lost loves and lost conquests
He wept for lost brothers and wars, he wept for battles won
His sword became a pen
Day and night, thoughts to clay
He pondered lost hearts and fortunes
Poetic verse captivated the forest creatures
Nobility reciting verse after verse
Of ones darkest desires
The king was a poet
With a broken arrow
No lover to fall under his spell
Darkness devoured
All thoughts that may have been
The Princess of Light
I woke in the dawn, in the mist of nowhere
A prince soon to be king
Came upon my abode
He fell to his knees
I fell in love
We rode together behind castle walls
We battled warriors, we battled love
I died, he fled
His torments haunt him still
King of the poetic darkness
The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin
Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim
Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent
Into the pleasure dome, they inject gaseous cement
Climbing on rope ladders, spiraling around a kite
Wrestling fallen angels, fighting dirty feel them bite
Lost all my inhibitions, its so embarrassing to say
Oscillating and twitching, surreal pictures portray
Sensing victory I keep goofing, running out of time
Finish line is furious, for committing such crimes
Living with rules is for suckers, I’m partial to a kiss
Goalposts keep changing, guess it’s worth the risk
Haphazard directions, circumnavigating the void
I’m delirious anyway, eventually all life is destroyed
Chasing weird dreams, in this semiconscious state
Staring blank at the ceiling, while my agony abates
At last the heavens open, broken arrow was called
O God it’s beautiful, cascading insouciance befalls
Forensics tend to differ, I’ve probably gone insane
Don’t care anymore, cos these drugs numb my pain
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Dear Cupid,
I really wish you had a heart (too),
For then I'd sink your arrow in it,
Break one half off and walk away,
Leaving the shard nestling halfway through,
So you know the pain of a broken arrow.
Lovers beware of Cupid's arrows,
One end bears love, the other pain,
He could choose to sink the wrong end in you,
Break it off, fly away, right end in hand,
That's when you'll know living is cruel,
Battling the pain of a broken arrow.
Cupid, sometimes I really ought to hate you,
But mother taught me well to love babies right,
And baby brother Arnold can bear me witness,
For I tried, I tried to always play civil,
Even when infant jealousy peaked and blossomed,
I cuddled him still in my tiny fragile arms,
So I'll love you still with this broken arrow.
But make no mistake, I'll be lying in wait,
Patiently till the day you come of age,
Puberty knocking, and there I'll stand,
Nestling your arrow in my eager hands,
Before you know it I'll aim for your heart,
Sink it in deep with a smug smile on,
Break off the right end and breeze away,
Leaving you with the pain of your broken arrow.
Another dark dark night, the moon but a sliver
Just like the hope I carry, a broken arrow in an empty quiver
I know time will never end, I throw another one back
To dull the pain, my world insane, Its all been painted black
Where had all the good times gone, were there any, I can't remember
Erased as if never there, a fire without its ember
Look the sun is on the rise, I've made it through another night
Donning my shades, so daylight fades, running from the light
People with their smiling faces, chase me back into the dark
To the uncomfort of my nothing world, where time has left its infected mark
A wound that never heals, Pain that never goes away
Reaching deep within my soul, shredding it to a fray
I know the sky is blue, I saw it once before
But darkness consumed my everything, I can't take it any more
Give me liberty or give me death, I can't live and not be free
Even my dreams are chained and bound, depression has consumed all of me
Constant buzz in my ears like Satan's hideous laughter, enjoying all my pain, my tears, a taste of what will come after
Ending it all will only bring more of the same, each day a new beginning, an everlasting game
No winners, just losers, pawns and slaves, played like puppets,
Then buried in graves..
It's the doers that will do something in this world
The past it haunts with a heavy presence those idle souls
they sat back as the future of the next generation is stolen
the calling card boils down to those that breathe fresh air
remembering a quote which held me in thought
That peace was the enemy of memory
the wicked stand confounded framed by deeds
there is a spiritual war taking place backwards moving forward
how far down the ladder do we go before stepping up
hate devours love examining the truth if it were to turn face
respect has lost all communication when fighting this beast
unrepentant it suffers the agony throwing bitterness to the fowl
when it crows it worms its way around sympathy
wicked it claws for acceptance never seeing guilty as justice
it hides with the sloth always seeking but never finding
on the tombstone carved once bitten twice shy
here lies the remains of a broken child
whom sold by actions a nation down the river
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
Indifference now, our love was but a token,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
With morning break I felt the deepest sorrow
and setting sun heard silence, yet unbroken,
then tolling bells left no time more to borrow.
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken.
The cool breeze blew, no cloud in azure heaven,
no voice raised loud atop the rolling barrow,
like yeastless bread our words could never leaven,
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
So deep our passion grew in early sun rise,
till lost in evening sleep and never woken.
Like snowflakes that melt upon our hands are lies,
indifference now, our love was but a token.
Forever has now come with painful remorse
With night our light is dim, and vision narrow,
as in the dark we fumble to change our course,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
Long each minute passed in sorrowed memory,
no tears to shed for moments lost forever.
Flamed to ash in naught but burnt black cindery
as, like the day, we’re but a lost endeavor,
…it came and passed.
10/27/2017
O web of guesses woven:
Divine: dichotomy?
Set aside, O witch coven?
Fire, O fancy-free!
Sulfur fumes, metallic grey.
Gold to separate.
Stir it well, heat, wait: a day.
Dole, O disparate.
O crystals, are you flexible?
Relative to some.
Rule of thumb, O parda gull?
Lightly beat thy drum.
Spritely fly, O peregrine!
The raptor closes in!
Talons clash and beaks tear skin!
Battles to begin!
Wind, slip through space. Melee, machine.
Thunderbolt, thy storm.
Turtle, snap. Core? Carapace.
Living room, keep warm...
Tympani, roll. Gaol? Golden bowl.
Broken arrow, fly.
Pining, princess? Sign and soul!
Horn, blow back and fry!
Black bell and book? Crook. Lore a-look.
Ritual, outward point.
Bishop, are you worth that rook?
Pain of loss, anoint...
Seeker, reveal. Heat lightning, peal.
Dark fire, in me sing.
Flame aquatic, burn bright teal.
Oxidize thy sting...
Some sense it
a tipping point being tilted.
You step back
into your mind's eye,
survey the present climate
sensing a dire change,
a new darker wind
stirs your thoughts.
Something went wrong,
something got too damaged.
In the stateless moment
where we were once unified
by the same dream
there is now a lack,
a narrowing of opportunities
for peace and harmony.
What you once loved and honored
is being dismantled,
its parts being carried away
by political gremlins.
The Great Divide is here
it rumbles under our feet
it pollutes the very air we share.
You want to run to the nearest hilltop
and shout:
"broken arrow, broken arrow!"
Alas ears are now blocked
and hearts sundered.
The rocking scale is off kilter
and a torn veil has fallen
from our eyes.
She wears her sadness like a sombrero
Others laughing at her expense
Her life resembles a broken arrow
Still soaring in defense
She cooks, cleans and rocks babies
With a loving heart and calming smile
Her spirit defeated by a vicious rabies
A controlled substance in a vial
A colossal balloon destined to be popped
With her dedication it never will
If it were pierced, it couldn't be stopped
A bowling ball tempting a hill
Invisible stilts beneath her high heels
Making difficult her every step
With balance and grace, she turns her wheels
Adding a delightful pep
Her sky blue eyes and gift of gab
Distract others from seeing her Hell
Country chic perfume, just a dab
A pleasant deterring smell
Always on time, accountably prepared
Spreading joy to those around
Falling apart, she comes home bare
Where pain is the only sound
There's nothing left at the end of her day
She survives on crumbs alone
Given others what she didn't have to give away
Humbly satisfied with the seeds she's sewn