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intern the crust
broken this offering
a defeat the wine on your purity
close my lids
the cold kiss of nite upon
these lashes
and let your soft gentle
lull be wings
to this silent heart
..
Bury me
Bury me in your thoughts
and worse
in your poetic verse
as worst
then over my bier
throw all the roses here
mostly red ones
now shed a tear or two
wouldn’t you?
as you lower my bier
six feet below
twill be dark and cold
so leave a candle
and a match stick too
ere I feel
like returning back to you
But take care
place no tissue
ere I burn away
as I wouldn’t want to
someone would wish
I’d do ....
Is it any wonder I quake
the night is dark and I'm awake
I am a women on my own
with nothing but a dog and phone.
I'm crinkly old and like a rake
Is it any wonder I quake
a criminal could knock me flat
that's why I hide a cricket bat.
My doors are locked, but I'm in dread
Is Jack the ripper 'neath my bed?
Is it any wonder I quake
with thoughts like these that make me shake.
At the end of the line, I
don't want a big moment,
or a huge to do.
I'd like
to maybe just sigh.
Yeah,
Maybe just sigh.
I don't know, indeed,
what this whole affair
must have been like for you;
as for me it feels
like I've been pressed
under the heaviest rock.
No, I don't expect you to get it,
and I don't expect
you to understand.
Not for a lack
of ability or insight,
but because you can't walk
the steps I have to take.
Night Owls.. (Prostitutes and Honest people)
Owls being locked up in a cold iron cage,
taken on a money spinning Hollywood tour.
People quite rightly filled with disgust and rage,
still they show no love for a downtown whore.
Dangerous streets deadly dirt filled syringes,
got to shoot as her body starts feeling bad.
On a pimps integrity her life now hinges,
she don’t care about being happy or sad.
It was the other day
Your skin was glowing
The sun shined on it
Your eyes where just amazing
I tried to look but could not
Your phase was just too good
Words are just cheap
They are just not enough
Not enough to describe your beauty
They just make me be me
A cute girl you are
Strong and firm I'd say
A world of beauty
Passion of trust
Cute as a kid
Strong as a Lion
You are adorable
a window desires nights darkness
filling up the form
rising
stalking a thirst like jewels
Yana
Slick black frames
rest on a wide
snub nose
A tergo
"Wolfs snout"
Vision Dreamer
the harsh cheap
market cigarettes
dangles from
the mouth of
Yana
Furrowed dark
brows
summer storms
I am Egypt, I am Pharaoh,
I build my Empires on your backs
Work your bones to marrow
Place these stones into stacks
The world will kneel at my might
With whips and sickles you'll bleed
I'll work you from sunup to midnight
Your children will never be free
You'll never be human in my eye
Just slaves in rags with no rights
I'll live in my tower you built so high
In poverty holes your home sites
Bubba is a good ol' boy
who lives not far away
in his life he finds much joy
in an unusual way.
You see Bubba knows everybody
that you might think to mention
('specially after a night toddy
which dilutes his attention).
A friend of his got tired of this
NO one can know everyone
So he decided he'd fix this
and shut up the favorite son.
ACROBATICS
On a flying trapeze
high in a summer breeze
no net below to catch my fall
I ride Life's winds
no cares at all.
I live for the joy
of the moment
and never look down
into the darkness I know
Time flies with me
and I hold on
as long as I can
but I'm starting to fall
again
you won't hear a sound;
no thud, no sigh
no weeping eyes
will follow me down.