"govenor" poems
I drew his cartridges of loaded hope and daddy’s dancing shoes from his piano too many women n’ ***** bluez that cut of coyote teeth on his mirror in lipstick
A portrait of a saint
A portrait of a ******
A portrait of love and death
A portrait of humanity
I’m alive
I th e stra n g e r
I the collapsible paraplegic
I the daughter of the govenor and the daughter wailing sax
His mirror melted into red wax
Of confusion
In this open room bathroom where he is lying behind me invisible through all the lipstick he bought me that is drawn all over his reflection, my reflection, this place, this death sentence, the rest of my life to lead after 16 on my own, I can only hear the image screech I used to be behind me
26 wires into different parts of him to machines that make him breathe
candy colored computer heart pumps and wicked adreneniline bumps and heart breaks and candy necklaces and bad legs and I don’t know this now but in three days after a year of this ******** he’ll be gone
stroke.
Here I go.
Again.
On my own
1/10/2010
Jan 10, 2010
Jan 10, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
A thousand miles wide
The storm it is landside
Takes all the trees that were going to die
The cargo floods the highways
A pier ride in the ocean
Fifty-five hundred sheltered, safe and sound
Over 6 million people without power
Did they ever really have the power
Not like Sandy
Such devastation
The govenor needs a vacation
Again
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
Oceans full of tears
have been shed
when mothers cried
the whole world slept
and fathers so upset
full of fears and doubt to fly
that time just passed on by
Rivers of pain floated
into the sea of blood
water foul of sickness and disagree
until it overturned so very loudly
that the govenor stated proudly
„Now it all comes to the end!
As flowers bend with rainfall
You cannot resist
Wtch the show!“
Disturbing advertisement of peace
Mothers keep on crying seas
that still are full of fears
and the world it has no ears
no eyes to see, no heart to feel
in mothers hearts embedded roses
will be dying in this world of steel
But the govenor chose this
„Advertisement needs an end!
Because the soldier need his hand
to load and fire, reload fire
to built a brutally hurting wire
so the unwilling enseated
cant leave the programme“
Otherwise he needed to get it off the station
but without some noise and pain
will there ever be a nation
glorious like ours, and gain
while the mothers dropping flowers?
Onto the fabricated plastic box
giving the last honour to her child
„Its a very special model, so
why had she cried?! Disturbing
the willing enseated mind refusers
she will bend their will, confuse us
We, that gloriously trodding on
the road of freedom!
To establish freedom means
to accept victims!“
Finally the question is
To whom does serve the system?
And the govenor again is stating proudly
like a schoolkid, loudly
to convince his teacher
„I know the answer!
Guess my preacher!“
„Well shout it right into the room.
Perhaps youre saved
and very soon we burried
the old enemies without doom
to finally establish peace!“
which will be a small bucket
filled with water hot as fire
to cool down a million souls
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC