#bargain
Oh ** ** what have we here, deary?
A trembling soul, a wish so weary.
You’ve come to strike a clever deal,
To bend the grave, to break the seal.
You clutch your sorrow, cold and tight,
And beg me steal them from the night.
Oh ** ** such fragile pleas—
You think death yields to whims like these?
Magic, deary, always takes,
It never gives without mistakes.
Each thread you pull, each fate you spin,
Demands a price beneath the skin.
Oh ** ** now listen clear,
For truth is sharper than your fear:
A life for life, the balance sworn,
One must fade for one reborn.
You want their breath, their voice, their name?
Then something else must feed the flame.
Oh deary… don’t pretend surprise,
You knew all magic has its price.
So tell me, deary… what will pay?
What soul will fade so theirs may stay?
Your beating heart? Your lover’s breath?
All roads you choose still walk through death.
Oh ** ** I see it now—
That hesitation in your vow.
Grief makes you bold, but not for long,
Not when the cost is set in song.
Oh deary, deary… sign it true,
And I will do as you would do.
But first the price is rendered due—
The cost is dreary…
But don’t weep, deary.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC
Finished in time to show.
No one, any one, me, at least I see,
I said
life is worth the wait,
to be lived this way without a care.
-- forgot one care
that one I got from Eric Burdon,
heavy, when I was fifteen…
"Lord, don't let me be mis understood."
Do friends have liege relations, value-wise?
If you never were lorded over, can you
grip the handle on the phrase,
uttered long ago, many a witness have reported,
Henceforth {Jesus H. Christ apreachin'}
I call you not servants;
for the servant knoweth not
what his lord doeth:
but I have called you friends;
for all things that I have heard of my Father
I have made known unto you.
It is no secret what words may do
this is how I pass my time to you,
use it right as you see fit,
consider life this gift, there's no price
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
tedious tardy sleeps are the latest commodity
my advisor‘s eulogized,
though I have dealt with it
for as long as ever.
since I do that exceedingly well.
just once I’d wish to sink into bed,
shut my eyes for a shielded moment,
and find myself revived afterwards.
perhaps my life is
too cluttered with uncertainties,
so my bedlam body unlearned to be happy.
instead, a high demand of despondency
is expected to be appeased by
the insomniac stakeholders of my remains.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
I'm sold on a once thoughtful deal I never even made!
Only until I have my wallet in my very jeans back pocket am I willing to be sold towards selling myself clean!
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
My life is turning into the bargain store,
And I hope you don’t mind most of me is used.
For example this broken heart,
If you find all the missing parts,
You’ll be surprised how kind it really is.
The store is open come inside,
You can easily afford the price,
You may find what you are looking for.
I can’t guarantee that’ll you’ll be satisfied.
If you don’t mind that half the merchandise is used,
With a little mending,
It could be as good as new
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
denial:
you tell yourself
they just needed a break
a vacation for the day
until a vacation turns into a week
and a week to a month
then you realize all the questions you have
are left wrapped in cellophane
anger:
your presence to me
was as calm as the sea
until i remembered every promise
you ever made
and then suddenly i become the sea
and these waters are no longer
soothing to me
but are now a violent whirlpool
where all my emotions
end up in the middle of
bargaining:
this is where my “what ifs” come into play
and how my “what ifs”
create a fake imagination
to where it is now a fake escape
from any kind of pain
until i can adjust to what my reality
is now set up to be
depression:
these black out curtains
still aren’t dark enough for me
i can still see your face
sitting in every picture frame
on my walls
with your smile
hanging there picture perfectly
acceptance:
this is the final stage
now i finally feel alive and free
the sun is no longer my enemy
but is now a friend to me
to remind me everyday
that i am alive and okay
i am now content with this
being my reality
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
here I go,
blundering through another day
trying to show up for my end of
the bargain.
I sit here,
with this pen and this notebook,
and the stuff is
supposed to barrel through me.
it's supposed to shake the debris free.
it's supposed to melt the lock.
it's supposed to blast my cemented mind apart.
it's supposed to summon shadows and make them dance.
it's supposed to swim on the surface of the sun.
it's supposed to show me all the rainbows in the darkness.
it's supposed to shine the silver on all my shredded scraps.
it's supposed to reach through all my ******** and show me:
emeralds and pearls\teeth and knives\
blood and glass.
it's supposed to twist the blade and spit in the ****
but this morning,
it's the big bupkis
-nada
just the weight
of its silence...
that *******
probably
has the
day off
too.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
Skin on skin,
Tracing each other’s bodies with gentle fingers,
Grabbing with needy hands,
Wanting each other a little less.
Emptying our souls,
Light being cast away,
Love wasn’t here.
No,
Love was an illuminating star.
Our definition of love was like the crumble of earth,
Letting it fall through the cracks of our fingers,
Dissipating.
Diminishing.
Delirious.
We didn’t make love,
No,
We made numbing promises within our bodies.
Our temple,
Our beloved temple,
We forgot the structure of which it sat upon and now,
Crumbling like the earth,
It collapsed.
It fell and it caved and it hurt.
It hurt like hell.
Our bodies continued to collide,
To touch,
To grind against one another,
But we did not complain.
Feeling physical was the only thing that kept us feeling at all.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Of what cost is a smile?
Of what cost is a 'hi, how are you?'?
Of what cost is an act of kindness?
Of what cost is selfless love?
Our ego seems like a good bargain.
Or simply a good gain.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
There is a wishing well where I live,
filled with coins down the bottom,
some are shiny, some old, some rusting into the water.
Circles of copper, silver, aluminum and gold.
Here I will take a bet,
throw my first quarter into the pond,
There it falls with a bubbly thud.
Day by day I will sit by it, murmur a silent prayer,
Doing nothing as the sun set.
So when the dawn comes,
I will get exactly the opposite
of what I wished for,
My coin lost among the thousands,
In this miraculous wishing well.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Look there - my beauty sleeps!
Oh my dear pal Time steer,
Why do you overwork?
Take some rest, over here,
Let her rest & rejuvenate,
Allow her to sleep till dark.
Come, pal Time, let us bargain,
And you settle for a slower pace,
She's tired, my baby, let her sleep.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
*Under the moonlight
In the middle of the cold night
You will hear an elegy
The coldest, saddest story
Of how his heart was stole
Of how he lost his soul
To a maiden so heartless
Yes, a maiden so heartless
Many said, it wasn't stole
Instead he sold his soul
For a priceless illusion
To be with the girl of his ambition
So the story goes
The sinister he calls
To bargain something worthy
For a heart that costs no penny
He sold all of him
To get all of her
But the wicked will win
And the fool will suffer
Buying her heart doesn’t mean
Getting her love and affection too
Giving all of you doesn’t mean
Getting the same of what you do
So every night you’ll hear
Like a wolf wailing to the moon
Who can’t get hold of his dear
A man murmuring a mournful rune*
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
When life killed life in embrace
With the raw kiss of words
Each moment died in love bargain
Wedding-bed turned into crypt
The hate sprouted day by day
Bitter and vile dripping the dark
Stripped sweet past that was lost
Bare in awe of rushing scattered rain
Lasted in pieces of mighty fury
Frayed forlorn gone forever
No more yelled the flower in thorns
Withered season brushed goodbyes
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
I have given
myself for free
warm and unblanching
like heartbeats
or sunlight
far too long
and found myself
dirt poor
so…
I am practicing
being mysterious
cool and uncrackable
like alabaster
or diamonds
or anything else
precious
no one can touch
without paying
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
In the depth of the devil, I dared ask for a pebble,
turning that into gold, I’ll accept a trading cold.
A gentle penance of love forbid, her selfless commit.
But by attrition she is destroyed, playing as the devil’s toy.
Love she has, a different form, love she want’s long gone.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC