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Priscilla Willis Poem
Bones of rotting timbre mimic
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to
laugh as they choke.
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We are coldly incomplete
We are boldly infinite
We are the many of the flawed
often foiled and cleanly clawed
We Are the human condition...
We' been betrayed and enraged
then mordantly disengaged
both sides of a twisting page
We Are the human condition...
we are the simple in complex.. in an idiots
dress
We kick republican white trash with mother
nature's rath
We are fearless fighters, yes?
yet coldly gives the button a press.
Ha!And we are lovingly unkind
to the faces of our mind
..and it makes us blind
We are the human condition
We are truth ~we are lies~ we are insane in our
despise
We are the murderer..
We kill animals of this earth
then rejouce in Our rebirth
just look to he
then give to me
~ hallelujah ~
I am a man made of stone idolizing a creature
made of bone
we are humane?
We are people
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Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little...
I freaked when steel teeth gleamed brittle solutions;
A fistful of retribution means bitter restitution.
Oh Give me the civic salivation,
In this petri dish of a nation!
Drench in cream, stir in oil, I will never eat that!
With blow hards and carbs, and ministries of garbs;
You're not wolf, you're wolfs dying breath contained.
As bloody sheets and gray streets bleed blood into shame,
Where monkey thimbles play rat -a -tat – tat on your heart...
And mind games are healthy missteps into tripped up reality,
While hat tricks plagues a story played by mindless pricks
And lightening strikes thrice on thunder driven carrion.
Touche.
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Sooth my withered soul,
Rush in waters bitter pill
pump my blood till it's too full to fill;
Briefly lust warmed my tattered heart...
Covered bones disguised in robes
of colored gems and displaced art;
Wash away the cold dead air
of a clowns bold stare...
Standing naked
In the white glare of a staged nightmare..
As almond eyes sigh a cry to deadened skies;
Bow my head in sightless sound on storied grounds
retreating from the lie my spirit hasn't .. just..yet..died .
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What feral dogs bark at my door?
As I lick my wounds,
In de rigor discord,
Whose music do I play?
Or verses time has left to say,
What chattels at my core,
Deny me life I've lived before?
On my horizon I see tears,
Embark on my face to empty years,
With nowhere else to turn
I turn sideways
Whete I will spurn and then
Burn
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On a deserted road
Passed long ago;
Forgotten...
A loud cloud forms
Deaf void of death
Much like forgotten
Faces lost in a hazy
Patina in past's past
Do fears become true?
Forgotten,even you
Like a kind of code
A hawk cries up high
And all is silent again
Heat boils down low
The sand near the sky
Roils ghosts who sigh
Buzzards circle; wait
Fly over spit and hate!
A small
Reminders to us all
As a heart beats faster
Soaking in a memory
Remembered, still...
Clouds of thought are
Tendrils on the wind
Telling him he's a ghost
Who walks into hell
A mushroom cloud of
silence
This world doomed to
violence
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Sorrow is a dark well;
Each drop dripping,
Echoing throughout,
With the surety of a church bell,
Through its delicate refrain,
Instant Pain...
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If I were To walk the edge of the moon and
bark like a loon
Or be angry at the blazing day and shun the
night as I lay;
I would feel glory so sincere for what I revere
reverencial fear from bullets of thoughts so clear
Amidst the wasted youth of candy coated truth
Lies the callous disregard of the heinous and marred bloodied and scarred
But I maintain
Strain to maintain on an sland of insane...
Then I awoke..as if a stranger spoke~
Shalom
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I can smell the wind in my face
Salt air in my mouth-my skin
I become the other world I am in;
Walking against the breeze as it
grows
But nobody knows or gives two
crows..
That's OK self conceit is in faded
retreat.
Birds dive, their calls reaching my
ears
An orange sphere eclipses all that is
near
Blindingly bright~ on the edge of
night
I walk west~sun setting as if in jest
I smell lush salty wind invade my
chest
I chase the reality to bask in
finality...
I look at this beautiful place
A saving grace~what a beautiful
face~
How I distaste what's left of the
race,
Leaving in its trace a waste..an
infertile
place.
I feel salty air tickle my nose~
Feel the sand slip through my toes~
Walking against the ocean breeze
One last pose before god only
knows;
I go to my knees, look out at the
seas
Birds dives and weave, sit upon the
trees.
I sit awhile and contemplate as I
smile
At oceans edge I take in all that I
hear
The orange sphere eclipsing all that
is
near
I walk due west, sun setting as if in
jest
Feet and mind never stopping to
think or
rest
Quiet determination defeating loud
lethargy
I slip into liquid effigy
Oops too late, I am not here to see
Dark vertigo becomes the wet indigo of me
The
deep blue
sea.
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