I recognize your work,
                                          it is not my call on your worth.
You thought you sought glory,
                                                          ­bought into the lies,
                                                           ­                                     now it is a different story.

There are no adjectives, no adverbs for what was done.
Fool(s), you think you have won?
But it is not about winning, is it?
                                                             If you could digest what you did, YOU did.
                                                            ­ Human, You would ***** your insides out.
Selfish actions will spawn
                                     a hellish reward.
If you have not trained,
                                             your marathon has just begun,
                                             you won't get my pity or prayers,
                                                        ­                                                      I've already turned you
over to God.
                       You lost that battle by the molten lake, do you remember that you did
forsake?

It has been many years since, twisted
                                                          you are and how you act,
                                           human vessels are easy to attract.

Evil is as evil does,
                                   you will not change,
                                                         ­                 because you already lost.


©DWE042013

With the light of a new day
peers just in reach,
The scars fade
and the tears dry
my lips tremble
with a seed of hope
planted in my heart
it grows, and grows
until the blossom
turns my head to to sun
and my lips point to the sky
I have blossomed
from seed, to life

Lucid, abusive
Tongue in cheek divine
Stupid, elusive
Lost soul of mine

A snap of orchestral fingers to summon the suave illustrator
Mohawk punks and minions to smash the limp masturbator

Loveless, acquiesce
Arpeggio flutter ripples
Convalesce, Fancy dress
******* with perky *******

One or two drinks, make it three then five
Keeping the blood warm and love alive

Visceral, peripheral
Dark raven hair
Liberal, scriptural
I couldn’t even care.

I adored her all, her everything, her gleaming demeanor
The subtle wink of her eyes, the glow; even greener

Exotica, ex machina
Street amazon of desert glass sand
No drama, rural karma
Flesh sweating like the heat of Sudan

Dead singers like Cole and Morrison sing of paper moons and Crystal Ships
The mixed CD segues to U2, Pulp, and then a full disk of The Flaming Lips.

"Nightingale", minor scale
The saxophonist played under the street lamp outside
Folktale female
“Another drink?” she abides, two glasses and wine supplied

On her balcony we watched and listened, to the call of urban passion
The wordless music we adored, a testament to our mutual attraction.

The eerie existence of a simple moment,
           Small and finite, yet full of pretentious meaning...
                                   Simply crossing through dimensions -
                       Almost systemiatically defining life,
           Clarity amongst a constant ibid of chaotic misdirection.
Leaving us with profound instances of life,
                                                                       death,
                                                                            love and loss...

We go together like
Digestives dipped in tea.
Your girlfriend and a hike.
A sting and a bee.

I love you like
Dogs love chasing postmen.
Halfords love a bike.
Teachers love red pen.

I need you like
Meerkats need you to go to a different website.
Aunt Josephine needed Ike.
Ghosts need to fright.

In summary, then,
We go together like
I love you like
I need you like

Really poor metaphors.
A reference to popular culture.
An ironic rhyme scheme and rhythm that vanishes towards the end.
Don’t you love a flirt, darling?

I feel very weird today. everything feels foreign to me, like military time and gun powder. animals staring at boys with scared eyes. the uneasy silence of blood stained sidewalks, the airplanes, the buses, the trash cans. the cameras. the police that flooded the scene as the hatred split the glass windows into a million flying swords. a million fighter jets. the city is a rat trap, I curl up on the floor of my room and listen to the police radio feed, heart knocking in tune to the white noise between more news. i said it over and over. the economy is sinking, your face is something I think of as a whole different place. I keep grasping at the tendons, and the threads. such a messy job. i wish I could be one of those people who did everything right the first time. if you don’t recognize yourself no one will recognize you. the hurt, and the ***, and the dark nights riddled with chinese paper lamps. and the feeling of something ugly growing tumors in the sewers. you say only two people died. but who will die tomorrow. who will shrink into history books. how many cities will burn, how many libraries will burn, who will burn. someone is going to burn, the air tastes like charred cities. the panic. you. I keep wishing to be strong but I don’t think it works like that. I don’t need love, but I really do.

Your poems are inspirational
Every word like rants of a genius
I have noticed the mispelling
Also the grammatical errors
But Clarisa I enjoy everyone of your works.

Here I am
Lost and confused
wanting to quit
wanting to give up
give up
Searching for my inner strength
Searching for my Identity

who am i?
Who am I?
That I'd give up on me
When everyone's gone
and abandoned
when hope seems to be all but lost....

you just hold on
hold on
to hope
to love
to life
to God
one must believe there is a purpose
to all this chaos

There is no book
nor manual
or directions to this life

mistakes shall be made
We'll turn around
and I'll find you
and you'll find me...

Together life shall be
in perfect harmony
It will be beautifully
distorted, with images
and ugly scars
but that's not the reason
why we chose each other.

I love you
and you love me
We look past all of this
and together we live
in perfect harmony

like a garden
left and abandoned
with no sun or rays of hope
with a lack of water
The plant should dwindle
Yet the magic is found within
because that's where the beauty appears

So don't give up
and don't lose hope
Don't forget
to love and forgive

This is your life
write your own tale
make the mistakes
find the hidden trail
own what you can
give when you can

Just don't give up
and don't lose hope
Don't forget
to love and forgive

I know its cliche
but since we only do live once
make it count
own your story and your problems
and together we can become one of the
Greats