I try so hard to read signals.
But what is one to do, with a Libra?
So well managed,
Loved by everyone.
Your date of birth,
dictating your ease in conversation,
Making us fight for your love
or face remaining a mere strand of hair
trying to penetrate your thick skull
to get to your heart ,
disposable without noticeable change.
How does one win the love of a Libra?
Especially one with such jet black eyes,
And comfortable nature in any environment.
I cannot measure the diameter of your pupils,
cannot read your body language.
In so many ways, the only thing
keeping me from shedding from your head
is the mere idea
that our zodiacs are perfectly matched.
Justice isn't doing the right thing.
It's just about balancing the scale,
Between right and wrong.
He killed a man,
You know what to do.
Chamber to his head click click boom.
The scale must always be,
In a mutual state.
Who ever touches the scale will meet their fate.
Eye for an eye,
Who can argue with that.
Strike for strike, kill for kill, prepare to receive your bill.
You owe us many of things,
An arm, a leg, a wife, three fingers,
And everything else you took away.
If your life doesn't pay the toll.
We will simply carry the ones,
And take them from those who you love.
This is blind justice,
For how can it care.
It is a scale,
Libra is always fair.
Destined to dominate,
Taming a fierce lion.
Velvet whip at the ready,
The cracks make her purr.
She is so used to being in control,
My time to take the reigns.
Give her pain and suffering,
To make the scale equal again.
She might want to win,
But she loves when I bring her to her knees.
Manipulating the monster,
That I thought controlled me.
Your sentence is simple,
Eye for an eye.
You killed me inside out,
Now it's your time to die.
Glad you did your research,
Now it's time for the test.
Will you fight me off,
Or can you truly not resist?
I have the power in this cage,
Lock me in,
So I can't engage.
Maybe I'm just fucked in the head
that's why I'm never happy,
I give, they take, I get nothing in return
but a fake safety net if it all crumbles
"but I gave you that" "remember that one time.."
sure I've done a lot for them
but the scales are never balanced
once someone calls it quits
today i achieved the farthest state from meditation
i slammed down the horn when the
wrinkled egg tried to place her stick in front of her.
my cat's hunger is only met by my
own intestinal growls,
and it's my anniversary.
i belong in a tribe of chimpanzees.
i'm too lazy to shower,
too angsty to sit still,
too apathetic to lift even one limb from that
sweet honey mud that clings to me,
that bubble of no-space, and
i have so many ideas.
i want to do everything.
but the pebbles turn to dark walls when
they should be cobblestone,
everyone cares and is trying to help me
i'm alone, alone, alone.
To witness a ritual that takes
over and over again
until perception is changed in one;
maybe the other-
can be like hell,
eating at you and making you ill
day by day,
as valves burst thoroughly
ripping apart and through
your very breathing chest-piece.
And it's taken all this to realize
ive been seeing the wrong colors,
using the wrong crayons
and coloring too neatly within given lines
in this place of perfection in
A dead corpse of a zebra,
The lions move away,
They feast seventh in line like Libra,
Circling and swooping and keeping a watchful eye.
Round and round,
Down and down.
Their wings slicing through the air,
Eyes focused on the meal,
They rip and tear until none is there,
Blood falling from their beaks as their black feathers quake.
a blue flower
a runner's shoe
a sun that's shining
a ride that's new
a person laughing
a cat in the window
a melody rising
a happy widow
a twisted drum
a soft goodbye
a pretty face
a peaceful sigh
a libra calling
a buttoned shirt
a crab with claws
a cut that hurt
a white smile
a bullet punch
a hiked up skirt
a snack to munch
a disco sound
a plant that's green
a piece of paper
a ballet scene