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Donna Bella May 2014
I wonder if I die
I wonder if you'll bury me in a gold casket
I wonder if you'll have white and blue roses for me
I wonder if you'll bury me in Giuseppe's
I wonder if you'll call DonnaTella and tell her DonnaBella has died
I wonder if you'll be okay
I wonder if you'll be sad
I wonder if you'll continue my brand

**** I wonder where I'm going!
Heaven or Hell
Mr X May 2014
I sat on one of the brown seats and watched a lavish show...
Singers, dancers, lights, cameras....
Flowers, costumes, colours, and viewers...
Everything was perfect...
As it should be.
However, a sudden movement crossed my eyes.
Behind the curtains, I saw a girl peeking inside.
She had two tiny ribbons on her unkempt hair.
And a shabby dress she had put on.
Her twinkling eyes and naughty nose
Were the only jewels she wore.
The angels on the stage were a facade...
And here, this girl was an angel in herself.
Shining...smiling...and wondering.




But she was driven away...
As always...
After all, she was destroying the perfection so perfect.
But, how didn't they realise, she was the only perfect piece out there?!
Her beautiful eyebrows bend themselves downward...
And her lips curved on the wrong side.
She dragged her feet and went behind.
My eyes were back on the stage where everything was so not true...
I saw people hide their pride behind the generous song of the flute.
Then, a gentle wind swept past the hall
And the curtains started dancing about.
My eyes went back to the spot where that angel stood.
I noticed, that behind the curtain something moved.
And on looking closer, I saw the angel swirling around and around.
She danced around with a laughter I could only see...
She tapped her foot with the rhythm which was her's only.
Her joy was not her's alone.
As she had given a share of it to me as well...
Her show was the perfect of all
And more so bcause of her jewels so pure...
Big ships, small ships, yachts and dingeys
Floating across the mighty sea
Carving their way, displacing their weight
To keep afloat the Captain and First mate.

Old ships, new ships, schooners and cruise liners
Have crossed paths throughout the ages old
Once to explore, make claim, pirate and fight
Now to wine and dine on a luxurious bite

Salted beef, rock hard bread and weevil-friendly biscuits
A 3 course meal fit for Old Salts alike
Weevils & worms and bugs of all kind
Along with sparse portions of meat, you might find

French wine, filet mignon, sushi and pastries
Buffets and fine dining, variety is key
All you can eat, whenever you'd like
No chores, no work, just eating all night'

What a contrast exists between these two worlds
Only 2 to 300 hundred years apart
Once grimy, risky, arduous and fraught
Now fancy, lazy, and much to be bought

What if the Old Salts could teleport to today
And live aboard our floating hotels?
With no masts to climb or sheets to tend
Would they break or would they bend?

I suppose that switch would be easy enough
But send us back to Pirate-ridden waters
You'd be sure never to hear from us again
Swabbing the deck would **** us alone
Not to mention the food and disease of back when.

- BPW 
Dec. 11, 2013
cosmic poet Apr 2014
sometimes it feels like my mouth is stitched shut
maybe to prevent me from saying the wrong thing?
but when the stitches fray
and im allowed the luxury of voice
it seems like wrong is the only language I know

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