wandabitch

wandabitch Feb 2013

what darkness hides in a black eye
sinking light to sleep.

what beauty dies in a dream
awakens to hells breach.

what emptiness lies at the door
of a soul that has no words.

what telescope touches the sky
to discover the end of stars.

and what is the meaning of all this
when heavens collide with death.

wandabitch Feb 2013

Tangible Spirits

One does not always require tusks
and wild skins,
to mask a unique character of fantastic minds.

Nor not even african pride or
Indian smiles to dance beneath
the shadows of night sky.

The realm of spirits transforms
and defines
and so we become the role.

This identity a masquerade forgets
the solid wall.

Transported to enlightenment
never cheap a pennies take,
the veil a pale distinct
divide of hellish pits and
man divine.

And life in equal opportunity
netted and painted black,
charcoal molds and molasses holds--
as water cleans the eyes.

So jester's trick the reality switch
and illusion an eerie play,
Sweet aromic sage
burns and balances
the human cage.

wandabitch Feb 2013

Vacant

Look at you pretty girl
all scared by the world,
tears carve a broken face.

And you stare at the mirror
and see
the disaster play,
in those awful mistakes.

but come fire or come rain you
remain the same,
as calm as quiet waters,
sad grace.

What will it take
to make you safe
in the cold, darkness of sin?

and as a helping hand,
does light bend,
to shine;
around planets and man
alike.

So you've made it through
as few do...
putrid in toxic waste.

Changed by the fate
as Titanic sank,
can you like God forgive?

But right now,
palmed wild thoughts tare
a seam
hopelessly thin.

It takes patience and rhyme
for love to find room
in a crowded inn.

what can I say, but we all go mad from time-to-time.

wandabitch Feb 2013

Squid

Shade shifter, turn-me-red.
Master the colors and trick
the disguiser--
morphing electric skin.

Make novelty probing
into the dark
unknown.
Shake suiters with perfect
control, of all the senses.

In a savage land, or a rare
spectacle of courage
no under sea mountain
is too strong.

Or ocean to shallow
to fill the hole,
A schism dares to thunder.

In a serene wave
watched by a moon's
cyclops gaze.

wandabitch Jan 2013

At Sea

There be a hurricane
upon the horizon blows,
and salted by a foggy sigh
a pirate's patched eye knows.

That daring sails make a tale
in search of treasures afar,
but warning too a flagging muse
and so shall you part.

It is the rain of torrential fear
that will chill you to the bone,
oh, Black Beard of the seven seas
twas heard his ghastly moan.

And rightly with this cue
wandering few with a compass know,
the starry light a guide of night
will always map a way home.

didn't know i could have proper structure did you? :]

wandabitch Jan 2013

old friend

What a man they say
as my leather
combat
boots
feel loose on my toes.

And my legs feel like
rubber
crossed just so,
a gentleman can smile
at my shoes.

This posture on a bookstore's
wall
is to practiced.

Troubled with this pen
to scratch a poem
not unlike
a gypsies
woe.

can you feel it in your bones?

wandabitch Jan 2013

Lying *******

thanks again for feeding a child grown
with your acid samples
and gold-flakes.

good-to-know there's time after all
in the day.

and good-for-you to spare a pocket watch
captain of *****,
hands nearly clasping-
thin air.

Yes, haven't we met before?
was it forgotten at your door
a promise turned ****.

Oh by the way do you remember my face
in a black velvet glass
doubtful.

my scares are tender
by your
vicious tongue.

don't call me anymore.