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Alex Jade Poem
Hail Mary full of Grace,
In castles, painted stone.
The chairs too small for children now,
The Lord is (somehow) with thee.
Though the faces scorn and mock me.
The angels died with heaven.
Blessed are thou among women
Who look on silently,
Staring into me,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Biting, burning like the candles.
Prayers that never left their heads
Jesus.
Gone, gone with the blood soaked cloth
But still lives on in death.
Holy Mary Mother of God,
Birthed was He
Of human woman blood
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
Where death takes all to our head
And is Fatal as fighting sleep.
In boxes men un-become their sins
And fight the life they’ve given thee.
Return your flowers to dead souls!
They care not for your pity,
In coffins layered in stone
Mummified corpses only.
Hail the true blood
Hail the power
Hail the bombs that brought the concrete pillars of God
To their knees.
To their death, the dust does settle
And by god do they scream,
Amen.
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Tobacco,
Littering,
Smell of teen spirit.
Scratching it on telephone poles
Gnawing on selfie sticks.
Cat toys,
For ruthless animals.
Hidden in boney skin suits
Sniffing out blood
Sinking their teeth into complements,
Insults.
Noisily chewing their prey
To stick under tables, desks.
Bitter garbage they scavenge.
Look at the raw, cold meat they sink in their claws!
Love with passion,
And false flags flying!
But hate
Make sure you hate.
Laugh at fear!
Hysterical snickering,
And twist your words.
Growl in your gut,
And,
And!
Sniff the rotted fleshy ground,
And howl to packs to bring
Them down.
In darkness past muddy pools of alcohol.
Into the night,
Our paws cut up from needles littering the street.
Mangy, sweaty, hopeless animals.
Nipping ears,
Picking fights,
Whining for love but too feral to pet.
Licking wounds while walking around fires and secretly wishing escape.
Yes, escape!
To be rescued,
Freed from this torment,
But not wanted to show weakness,
We cackle and hiss
While shivering.
Loss of blood leaving us cold and bruised.
Running our teeth over fresh canines.
Fear clawing at our weak bones,
Turning us lean.
Devouring marrow from our meals,
Picked clean.
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Alex Jade Poem
We,
We are alone, together.
Yes, you.
Floating,
Bobbing like buoys.
It's strange,
That I am not alone
In this ocean.
Bubbling to the surface.
We,
Now together,
Looking out to the mist
Smelling harsh salt and cold.
Like ice, hail, slicing our senses
But the rain skips creamy stones
Over our tongues.
Fighting to breathe
In the cold, wintery
sea.
White waves
Crashing on to the sand, snow
That only you can see
From this floating, makeshift island.
Go,
To the land.
And let me drown,
Back to the depths
Of a solitary
existence.
Wind shaking your
Bones,
But water encases
the.
And dose more than chill
Me.
You,
Still on the floating dock,
Wondering,
where
the
light house
Is.
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Alex Jade Poem
Ripples running from the moist
Hot, water.
That mix together with heat and create light.
As is the way of summer,
Steaming,
Fleshing out black letters
Micro chips in beaded into your skin.
Where the hard sounds of sentences
And paragraphs
Flourish.
Like the air plants that dangle from the clouds
Taking in nervousness
Through their roots
Absorbing the knowledge
With out the need for space
To breath.
Shorts, shoes
Too small to soak in earth
Quakes
That rumble our heads,
Shaking out beads of sweat.
Give me a moment to comprehend
What is God.
Is he rocks beneath our feet,
That crumble when we cry.
Is he light,
From the darkened sky.
That follow the feeling of paradise,
And trickling water,
That is falsely turning us into plants.
Copyright © Alex Jade | Year Posted 2018
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