The banks have bled the people dry
profits high and watch them lie
as they plead poverty.
Insolvency is in the air,but do they care?
The profit,loss and balance sheet is what they'll meet in some darkened alley
where in the ballet dance of greed,my need is greater than their own
they have shown me,thrown me to the floor and bankers that they are would ask for just a little more,
a sore day in Threadneedle street when that old lady rose to greet hyenas laughing loud.
Oh how they stand so very proud
while we stand heads bowed,one of many in the crowd
and crowded out by this, the greed
of banks and bankers who stoop to conquer and to feed on investors,festering with malcontent on money so unwisely spent
Blame it all on policies,foisted,fostered anyway by those who please to bring the workers to their knees
but blame it also on the men who kick you in the wallet when you least expect.
beautiful green mesh
of a garden full of
a thick snowy web
gently tops the tall,
never thinking where this
dewy web derived from.
i suddenly spotted the source.
how could something so
create something so beautiful
such as this web?
thick body, thick octet set of legs
when it dies
could possibly redeem itself
because of the
snowy, dewy web
it made in the green
meshy garden of mint.
my room holds your scent
like it's another being,
forming hands and lips
winking at me from under warm bed sheets
it whispers your name
a desire i've always known
but couldn't put words to it.
an unspoken holiness
and i find my fingers steepling together
to kneel in prayer,
thank you for leaving
and always coming back
to give your smell
/ a body /
and a mouth.
I am perched upon a
ledge of absolute
& very little alcohol
money's tight and I haven't
put up much of a
to melt these mindless
when will it come?
how will it come?
will it even come at all?
I want to make it come
to ride atop the
embodiment of creativity
crashing & moaning
sighing & stopping
but my body only
rests with the
& he's a far better
than poetry could ever
his eyes spark a
life -- hell,
they ignite courage
that I never thought would
so let it come
I haven't done this in a while -
Last minute parties relocated to Spain,
The Mediterranean, with white canines
And jagged front teeth
I'd almost forgotten what it felt like -
It was a paradise, even
We made fire and burned our pride
Used the herbs in the garden to get high
Slept on the roof top, mixing the stars
This is nice -
I don't know why I'd been clean
Perhaps I felt that one of us had to
I slept for the first time in years.
I met a boy who awoke all the butterflies in my abdomen.
The butterflies I had sworn were taken by death.
I was infatuated by the way he'd send shivers down
my spine every time he'd kiss the space between my breast.
I was intoxicated by the taste of his lips
they tasted like mint & cigarettes.
It was one night,
but we left our mark on each other
and I hope he thinks of me when he sees my
love marks on his neck and the bruise on his lip,
the lips of a mouth that taste of
mint & cigarettes.
tastes of mint smoke.
against the taste of my tears
and the drink you gave me
to stop them.
trace their way down
every little sweet spot
melt into mine;
a connection revisited.
And for a moment
I see in your gaze
that (love lust longing) we shared.
and it is gone
in the moonlight
and blinking light
from your clock.
So I close my eyes
and let the smell of tobacco
in your hair
and the smile against my lips
to a dark connection
I know far too well.
We can be together.
Just one more time.
Just for tonight.
my toothbrush is still black
from the last time we kissed.
Dark lips left stains and
I’m reminded now of
what could have been;
twice a day.
I could remove the tarnish
and replace the white, but
the memories warm my mind
as the ice cools my mitts.
Straight, clean, without blood.
I can almost taste your bites.
And I felt so good once I looked him in the eye
I felt save, and the world is mine.
He had this warm eyes that when you look at, it you just get lost in the
beauty of love.
The first thing I've noticed about us is the lemon with mint juice we both
had the same order without knowing.
I remember that shy guy who hadn't say a word to me, yet when asks a question to my friends he looks at me and then look at them so fast.
When I was leaving the cafe where we met, my blackberry pop out a msg and it was from him, his very first words for me were * you're so adorable *.
As much as I know what we had is worth the pain I know I cant do anything about it at all.
our point of view about life has changed
to him love is when you take a girl to your place and let her stay the whole night drinkin and dancin in a room full of boys, which don't fit me and he never asked for it from me anyways.
To me love is when we stay together without doing anything, yet we feel so happy and glad to have this moment.
Of all the time he cheated on me, I found myself hurt and each time he looked me in the eye he felt bad cause he sees the pain.
I stopped being that girl he loves, the one who laughs at his jokes and the one who hug him out of the sudden, I became this silent in pain kind of girl which he hates the most. the biggest problem I guess, he ignored the fact that it was his fault. Now if I had a chance, I'd be the girl he loved, cause the pain of not being in his life is way bigger than the pain of his lies and fucked up games. No one could ever take his place, some thinks I'm pathetic but when you know someone is the one for you, you just know it for sure, and he is the one for me.