Oh, I have played this game before.
At times it was amusing.
Other times, not so much.
It all comes round again and I play.

Hopeful that this time I won’t get played.
Knowing yet that I will.
Sooner or later
We all come to this truth.

Laugh or cry it’s all the same.
The game is rigged.
We thrive on our trickery
We cast spells, make deals,

Promise without conviction, really.
We sort our days into momentary moods
Hopeful till the end
Or close to it.

In many ways the accident of life
Tied to the clocks of time
Is the largest trick of all.
And into the trap we fall.

Nothing else to do, I think
Nothing else to try.
So we play the game
And then we die.

You’ve seen it all
Done it all, all over.
Bit the biggest bite,
Soared, slouched, sailed
Swift from Heaven into Hell.

Accessing, excesses
Arranging my pain
Nitpicking my brain so…
Neatly, sweetly, completely
Eating your lover’s brain.

Showed up by Conrad
Exposing the Cain
You’d been found out
Shrinking, Showing, Sharing
Knowing himself, he knew you too

Button your vest.
Straighten your tie.
Pull the garrote tight.
Smile, smile, smile…
And head to work.

For all I knew
You started a martyr
My God! My Freud. Mein Freund.

For all I knew
You destroyed me
While you were destroying you.  

Did you destroy me
While cursing you?
For all I knew?
For all I am
Might I, for knowing you
Be ******, *******, My God?
                      
She wasn’t pretty but…
She was ripe. She was…
As they say…Available.
And ripe ready to be shared,
Devoured: Dessert, a slurpy
With cigarette breath.
And I didn’t care.
Did not care.
I cared too much to care
To die violated by my own right hand.
    
Like you, I served the cause;
Eating someone young and raw.
Who. Like me believed in me.
Moses, Jesus, More…
A Demi-god. A Kurtz. Marlowed.

Like you, for all I knew
I was killing me.
Killing her ere I kissed her.

You knew.
I was raw,
She was ripe.
We sold the sweetest juices.
Nectars sweetened to taste.

Within the idyll woodland
the faun and nymph cavort.
Leisure is their pleasure
Fantasy their Court.

Deep and dark surround them,
Bright and light pervade,
Opposition calling
Their natures and their ways.

Frolic, fun and freedom
Fill their lovely days
Thru seasons , shadows storming,
These woodland creatures play.

Their natural need for pleasure
Makes clear their selfsame minds
And frees them from tradition
As instinct rules their time.

The faun and nymph are calling
Us all to join the game
Where joy and passion gather
Where love and lust's the same.

The house is empty.
Even with the pets.
The house is empty.
Empty for too long.

It’s not uncommon.
To feel alone.
Even when company comes.
It’s not the same.

No one gets it.
Of course, they try.
They say what they say.
To help the pain.

After all, it’s been a while
So getting past it
Ought to be something
I could do by now.

Yet the house is empty.
Pets and guests aside.
It’s not so much the building.
It’s more the sadness in my heart.

Tossed from the Garden,
An angry Adam
Killed an unrepentant Eve
Before she had a baby.
The end.

Perhaps, she cries, it was a poor decision
To travel from my home to yours without permission.
For that, I beg forgiveness and your prayers
But my child was *****, you see,
My husband cut to shreds for simply making eye contact.
And I felt ashamed for living.

So we traveled through the desert,
Through the heat and storm and wind.
To ask for your forgiveness
For something I could not forgive myself.

Though you have my child,
Though you took my freedom.
Though you made me your pawn
Not unlike those in my homeland.

I ask only that you keep my children safe.
Provide them with a better life than mine.
And above all love them as your own,
Because now that is who they are.

My heart is broken, but my spirit strong.
Knowing my child is better off now than before.
You have killed me, America,
In a way my country never could.

Take my children to your *****,
And keep them safe as my memory fades.
As I return to my homeland
To that deadly, dangerous place.