Jun 2019
7.
What I am is a child
of God
The eldest of girls.
One day I’ll claim the
Kingdom.
Birthrights of elements.
Princess of white lilacs.
Call me the rebellious
daughter.
During Sunday school,
show and tell.
I strip down, start a fire,
ring the bell.
My dramatic attitude.
First class act with no shoes.
That’s what makes me Zeus’s
favourite good girl.
Hear him boast, how baby girl,
the **** he admires most,
burnt Hades lair down.
Love making my Daddy proud.
8.
What I have is a soul
so cold
so beautiful
so dark
so twisted
The Devil insisted
“ soar above. rise, keep
rising to the top keep
cutting your feet on
societies crumbling
rocks
watch as they bleed as
you crawl your way up”
My sister persisted
“ stop standing barefoot on
broken benches and church
pews singing your praises
to every god that decides
to listen to you
only you define the god in
your mind
only you have the power to
save you from you”
I guess I need to learn how to be consistent
9.
What I am are
the sounds I made
when we made love.
With every whimper,
every whisper,
my every expression.
The way we had ***
created every language.
What happened after you left?
I set words free.
I let them have chance.
See what they choose
with opportunity,
to think for themselves.
What I have become is the
fault.
People have forgotten
why they speak words
with reason they lost
10.
This is what happens
when Venus loses her divine
A shattered star
watch as she falls from the
sky.
She can never shine.
Never be as bright.
She needs behind her
a flawed dark knight.
What happens when she lands in
a white trailer trash life?
Selling her soul at dirt road
crossroads.
What happens when she realizes
she’s the prodigal *****.
Crushing egos between her
thighs.
Same old Babylonian
stories
A thousand and one
new Arabian nights.
11.
What would you do if you
woke up
to different world views?
What would you feel
when Angels and Demons
played games of war
with your bankrupt soul?
What would you say,
to get them to play fair?
What would you think
when Angels bow down in respect
when Demons hide out of fear?
What would you do
when you realize your the
universal mother of two?
12.
What I want is to go back
and resurrect us from that
graveyard
where we first met.
I need you so bad to come
back from the dead.
I don’t want to be finished
with you just yet.
My heart is rock hard.
You won’t shatter it, Love.
What I want to be when I
grow up,
is the moment we first kissed.
I want to be the hand that
grabs my neck.
I want to be the wall you
pushed me up against.
I want someone new to get
me that wet.
What I want is the moment I
realized I loved you.
To be my everyday with you.
What I wanted was the chance
to die beside you.
So we can be buried in above
ground tombs.
Graves marked with flowers,
shoe marks of children.
Hear their laughter as they
play on top of us.
Til they are caught,
hear their mothers scold them.
What I want for us is
to be the reason.
Call it a first lesson.
In what you love most,
becomes your worst fear.
What I am is a child
of God
The eldest of girls.
One day I’ll claim the
Kingdom.
Birthrights of elements.
Princess of white lilacs.
Call me the rebellious
daughter.
During Sunday school,
show and tell.
I strip down, start a fire,
ring the bell.
My dramatic attitude.
First class act with no shoes.
That’s what makes me Zeus’s
favourite good girl.
Hear him boast, how baby girl,
the **** he admires most,
burnt Hades lair down.
Love making my Daddy proud.
8.
What I have is a soul
so cold
so beautiful
so dark
so twisted
The Devil insisted
“ soar above. rise, keep
rising to the top keep
cutting your feet on
societies crumbling
rocks
watch as they bleed as
you crawl your way up”
My sister persisted
“ stop standing barefoot on
broken benches and church
pews singing your praises
to every god that decides
to listen to you
only you define the god in
your mind
only you have the power to
save you from you”
I guess I need to learn how to be consistent
9.
What I am are
the sounds I made
when we made love.
With every whimper,
every whisper,
my every expression.
The way we had ***
created every language.
What happened after you left?
I set words free.
I let them have chance.
See what they choose
with opportunity,
to think for themselves.
What I have become is the
fault.
People have forgotten
why they speak words
with reason they lost
10.
This is what happens
when Venus loses her divine
A shattered star
watch as she falls from the
sky.
She can never shine.
Never be as bright.
She needs behind her
a flawed dark knight.
What happens when she lands in
a white trailer trash life?
Selling her soul at dirt road
crossroads.
What happens when she realizes
she’s the prodigal *****.
Crushing egos between her
thighs.
Same old Babylonian
stories
A thousand and one
new Arabian nights.
11.
What would you do if you
woke up
to different world views?
What would you feel
when Angels and Demons
played games of war
with your bankrupt soul?
What would you say,
to get them to play fair?
What would you think
when Angels bow down in respect
when Demons hide out of fear?
What would you do
when you realize your the
universal mother of two?
12.
What I want is to go back
and resurrect us from that
graveyard
where we first met.
I need you so bad to come
back from the dead.
I don’t want to be finished
with you just yet.
My heart is rock hard.
You won’t shatter it, Love.
What I want to be when I
grow up,
is the moment we first kissed.
I want to be the hand that
grabs my neck.
I want to be the wall you
pushed me up against.
I want someone new to get
me that wet.
What I want is the moment I
realized I loved you.
To be my everyday with you.
What I wanted was the chance
to die beside you.
So we can be buried in above
ground tombs.
Graves marked with flowers,
shoe marks of children.
Hear their laughter as they
play on top of us.
Til they are caught,
hear their mothers scold them.
What I want for us is
to be the reason.
Call it a first lesson.
In what you love most,
becomes your worst fear.
