Joy and despair are found on the same vertical
They court like the light and the dark eternally
Dance and duel in our minds atop fractured glass
Each existing for the sake of the other only
See there is no sky without the earth
To bless it with form and beauty
As there is no happiness without sadness to show us its worth
In our each pocket they clank.
Some are new, some old, no blank.
They bring joys and sweet things
To the displeased and cheerful childs.
No ego they entertain though live with gold.
At once dive into any bowl of bronze or mud.
Alas! A little care is for their being.
On the street they sleep and spring.
stick a nickel in your mouth because you like money
melt it down and let it coat your tongue like honey
and you still can't taste food two days later
because you've got a solid metal tongue that can't taste flavor
coin tongue click your teeth for Charon to deliver
and cut your tongue out to pay him to cross the river
when you burned your last nickel in the furnace
it dissolved like the sun as it churned and spit
solar flares lick your eyes because they love you
fire only wants to kiss you like doves do
doves do burn too, feathers like ashes like carbon monoxide
they were plastic so you passed out when they fried
a little molten rubber with a little bubble
and a prize inside, pop it because it's trouble
and supple, with evaporated eyes
no doves just trinkets and magpies
a little bit of gold is the same as mass hypnosis
dove or chicken nuggets or gold nuggets for strong doses
of oxytocin and candy corn, serve them together on halloween to children
because they need thick skin and ritalin
in them to keep them quiet, and so everyone's got a little disquiet
in their stomachs, because we're all high
on coins coins and brightly lit rooms
and when we have to turn the lights off at least turn on the nickel moon
Who will place two coins on my eyes
Down the river Styx
My soul will glide
Two coins for the boatman
Ferry me away
To the throne of Persephone
Snatched from light of day
Two coins I cry
Two coins for my eyes
Through dark waters I float
To where my body must lie
Two coins for Charon
That looks away
Never seeing my face
Or the light of day
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Tammy M Darby
laugh at me
You are normal
Popular psyche exam
You forget me so easily
How the mighty have fallen
If I use that trite expression
Would you still listen to
Jazz and shooting stars
Slipping through the
confines of your eyelids
I was the master Now the Slave
Once a biochemist-
Now blind children divine the future with my finger-bones
Where is the peace i deserve?
How dare this life pour itself out upon me!
I have spent too much time inside this mind
Trying to understand your question marks
Rereading your sentences-learning to read between lines
I am a young god or a soul
I am an aged demon full of electrons
Draw the line here
I am a poet to snakes
Dreaming of becoming a bird
Birds dreaming of mouthfuls of insects
The plantations have been privatized
The cotton fields paved with concrete
They still exist
Despite how much you resist
Needing working bee's
And insist you enlist
From the stone like mass
Sky scrappers are erected
At the tiptop, a dick head runs the show
He tells all the little white men
Who work beneath him
What to do and were to go
You're too tired to even think
But you have to work
If you want to eat
From slaves in shackles
To droids with imperceptible chains
Leading and whipping the pack,
Grinning like a fool
All complacently cozy cuddling your coins
In an ornamented box
Where your view of the stars is blocked
Politicking away with a bottle scars of yesterday
Telling yourself "Everything will be okay,
It has been this far."
All the while Uncle Sam blows freedom smoke
Up your ass with his federal cigar
Buy, consume, sell
Get drunk, stay distracted, inhale
Imbibe thoughts instead of ale
You could read a book for fun now,
Or to cure boredom in jail
My knees scarred and raw
Skin falling off
Stare at these eyes
Can you see the gold?
A frequent memory of lawns
And sheets among dawn
Thankful to simply be a pawn
Don't you utter a careless word
Is this all we have with which to work?
You may carry the aroma of harmony,
But your twisted psychiatric cacophony
Is a melody to the sad symphony
That I wish I could sing you
I would put you to sleep
Every single dark evening
By feel, under star-shine
If my songs were moving enough to make you stop crying inside,
Would you finally carve our initials into trees
And spray-paint our faces into underpasses, please?
I see that
her thermostat again.
Comatose is a wonderful degree.
abandon the circular life,
the line life.
"life" has no
need to explain its course.
Life simply is.
Life simply happens.
Life simply exists.
Even when you're "dead".
Questions lurk below every theory.
So ask away & Find out for yourself.
That the Dumps
adequate to inhabit.
Fight or Flight.
is my only option.
Out o' here.
In times of desperation,
it is understandable,
to be influenced by instinct.
it is inexcusable
to forever live
You deserve better.
Cause you're the best. <3