Dye the dirty water with contaminates:
and Sucralose, too.
Bend over to spray
the rotting road-kill with perfume.
Perfect the recipe
for what was fleshed and fruited
from animals and plants.
Photoshop the starved and diseased
and beautiful bodies.
Clothe the raped
with lingerie, with heels,
and with stones.
Paint the roses red.
We paint the white roses red.
We’re painting the white roses red!
your long hair and long legs
are my weakness.
a sun kissed field of wheat
frames your face
and falls like fine linen
over your breasts.
your legs tie around my body
and pull me
into your waist.
yet a gentle cry
your eyelids hide
the pattern of your eyes
but the arch of your back
as your fingers trace my spine,
your tongue dances with mine.
moonlight watches us perform
on the curtains of your bed.
the song to which we dance
ends; and I find that
my face fits perfectly
in the angle of your neck.
your lips on my ear,
the warmth of whispering breath,
“I want you”
Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.
A waste of waters ruthlessly
Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
In dull disdain.
Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
Your clustered fruits to love's full flood,
Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
Everyone has the right to love
To be loved, and return that love
But, love can sleight and bite
It can destroy and toy
Love can be seen as a parasite
squirming and worming
inside your heart.
Yet love has lied, and died
a thousand times before
no one closes the door on love.
Love excites ignites and
copyrights by candlelight
it's insidious need to feed.
It expedites appetites
It recites to you words wanted,
needed to be heard
Love leaves you flushed,contrite,
full of spite
Yet ready to ignite and incite
the next entwined pair of parasites.
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,
Forgetful of forgetfulness,
Resting from care and pain and sorrow
Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
Living unloved, to die unknown,
Unwept, untended, and alone.
Our world it bleeds
Anonymous faces are screaming
Cynicism grows like a tumor on our hearts
Our lives are constructed around our fears
We can't let our twisted Earth rule us
We can return the light to this world
Believe in yourself
Believe in others
And be free
Together we can take back our freedom
We need not be afraid