#grievances
Lift me, Gift me
some flowers
Pale and rare.
Bereave me of love,
Tear me bare.
I was all chasing your Shadow
In a desert Vast
I had to tell thee Numberless
Grievances of past
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
The soul is missed by me dearly.
It contained within it, simultaneously,
spark, spirit, care, and glimmer.
Lit by an inestimable null.
The escape of which I now suffer.
Is a daily sick.
Of waking up with shuddered groan.
I miss the soul when it had chance.
Even if my end were purgatory.
I'll take the grey to the decisive ends.
Focused edge where bright meets blurry.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
It's been heard I'm adequate with words
If only they knew,
they knew less
than the full
story
It's been said I'm blithe, articulate
I'm pleasant at that
That I have
and want not's
compensatory
transitory
In the end, I'm worth forlorn words, no more
In the end, my has-been charm goes dead weight
In the end, I'm your additive to the dull days
In the end, my gains come from a snake's tongue
In the end,
I'm nothing
but words
for reading
black lies
on the white light
of a flat screen
In the end,
I've nothing
but words
beneath me
beneath me
Beneath me twists and turns the caverns where my heart grows.
I call it art to your face, when I'm a broker by trade.
You won't know that you trade, you won't see that I sell myself.
You won't feel the hidden strings on your cervical
spine until you've given your food, four walls, window and door,
given your love to a dead duck scanning for escape.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Oh,
Another 5 second ad
So harmless,
harmless!
Oh,
Another 5 second ad
I can't ****
- ing skip!
It's
Not that I've not the time
-- I do!
It's
because we've
figured how
to fit
the least
necessary ****
into
just
one
blink!
What is typical is shown
What is me is mostly unknown
I don't want to be the ghost in your eyes
before I've lived, before I'm dead
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
We've our grievances
right
here in hand
Blood soaked envelopes
stamped
sweat and seal
They use empty truths
to pitch hate
as a promised land
They sell their answers
used, as is
to the fearing masses
And they do so
dirt cheap
dirt cheap
From a throne
of our skulls
and ancient
bones
.our ******* bones.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
too many years
of mutual grief suppressed
had left
it seems
only a craving for 'revenge'
and for material security
in her
and while he would have gladly
left her everything
he needed some things
for himself
and so they fought
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC