like an engorged white spider,
licks her lips of ***** collected..
it drips on to her fat chins .
She whispers venom from ear to ear of the victims caught in her sticky web.
no mystery here
deceit and dirt
get your filthy ****** away from me and mine..
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
'vitriolic
acrimonious,
rancorous
acrid,
trenchant,
virulent,
poetry in my mind
verse,
limerick,
rhyme,
utterance,
voicing,
pronouncement,
declaration,
articulation,
verbalization,
statement,
proclamation,
assertion,
announcement.
pointless.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Dug up from the sand you have been buried in
held aloft
squirming
blinded by heat and intensity of visions
mucus runs across your face
dripping with guilt and chemicals
the aftertaste of corporation food.
Fevered dreams held together with floyd moments
rings around you
raw,hollow,retching as you cough up self disgust.
No softness here
tears too ashamed to cry,too bitter tasting
no conversation here
only prattles and pity,unsure
body squeezed like a writhing grub
flesh and water
swollen
unpretty.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
She was held so clumsily in place a long time ago,
until she stepped into a bubble,
a clutter of personalities,
come out,come out wherever you are...is what they kept repeating.
when the 27 came storming,raging,loving at them,
the horror in those made up eyes, burned,
she was aflame with life ,tormented and screaming,
left with no cover,raw and broken,
she clawed her way back,(did she?)
with a soul ripped open,
spewing forth truths that never abated.
She still chokes on those times.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
'She arrived today,all wintry smiles,
the weather seems to have accommodated,
I would not/could not feed her sadness,
so she left still hungry
with veiled threats of aloneness at christmas.
I built a fire to take the edges off her goodbye.
Divinely aromatic,
but still a chill in the air,
and a slight taste of cinnamon.'
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
You took me in circles
to the ocean floor
wrapped me in tendrils
left me floating and free.
Whispering witch and a music man
the sea has dried up
all that remains is the lyrical burn..
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
Letters run
words untangle
and flow through these viens,
Like streams of light that I can taste,
Delicious.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
'Did I leave a mark?
like a lyric burned into skin,
the graffiti of my soul
did it leave a stain?
Does it make you itch at times,
irritate,infatuate,remind you
that I was there,
that I still am'......
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
The Gypsy Boy,The Goddess and the Troubadour...
Did alight upon me with soft wings that night..
The Gypsy boy,the link that holds it all together,
His strength not revealing his deep,deep anguish,
His weariness of a world that tries to jade him,
it never shall succeed....
The Goddess,such soul,
I am humbled by her spirit,her love like a warmth,
She looks to the Gypsy boy,eyes bright with hope,
She knows us this Goddess,
She sees us all....
The Troubadour with his lyrics,
That share the story of who he is,
To those who may be listening,
I think I heard him amongst the fascination,
Play me Troubadour,
See the storm that is in me......
The Gypsy boy,The Goddess and The Troubadour.....
You move me......
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
A virtual touch
rips me wide,exposed,
filled again by the storm of his love.
A mind vast with tendrils of vision,
don't stop,I said,don't stop
I touch the skin of my throat and see his face,
don't stop,don't stop...
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC