Arms weigh upon an innocent chest Hands no bigger than my vexing fist I vex for wasted innocence Children of War, to violence Tabula rasa exposed Morbid scenes causing mental overload
Monster turned by circumstance Not far long a living seed Raped prematurely of compassion, No feeling- Not for breasts from which weaned less for tears and mercy cries of a stranger
Cold eyes, such beautiful eyes turned cold Cold heart, what promise once held now frozen Cold soul... Who will drag them in from the cold? Who will LOVE and redeem them?
Yet with opened eyes and souls restored The weights upon them - heavier than the gun! Once violent hearts now grasping "Truth" of their wasted innocence and futile youth Puppets for political gain Urchin's past- A tale of pain Scarred forever with unbearable shame
Damned be the Elders, the ones to blame.
“But if you cause one of these little ones who trusts in me to fall into sin, it would be better for you to be thrown into the sea with a large millstone hung around your neck.”-Mark 9:42
Stop the earth from quaking
My vision shaking
Heavy breaths I’m taking
As in an orgasm faking
Breathe!
Breathe!
Breathe!
BBRrrrreathe!
No I’m not in labor
Only in need of a savior
O my seat be still!
Please save me from the maddening thrill!
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Ex… Aww shh…!
Now I’ve got goo on my shoe
Sorry I barfed all over you
Still swooning through and through
My body considering a part two
Breathe!
Inhale
Breathe!
Exhale
Brrrrreathe!
Eyes shut tight
Fits of laughter …that’s me screaming
Locked in my vision of night
Praying for the world to quit spinning
Inhale
Breathe!
Exhale
Breathe!
Inhale-Exhale!
Heavy breathing
My blood feverishly seething
Fun drawing to an end and I seek a go at it again
So Panic, …did I pretend?
…Still breathing…
Atmosphere, that’s what its all about tonight at the dVerse bar. I hoped to draw the reader into a world of excitement with this piece… Did it work?! 😉
A meeting, sweet.
Dark room,
flickering lights mingled
with laughter and fright,
We are children again,
Sucked in by the fantasy
of animation in technicolor.
Our guard let down,
Two strangers in the dark,
Popcorn, sweeter when shared.
Together we experience the coaster ride.
..and what a ride!
New friendshipexits a luminate room.
Night carries on but again adults we become.
You, the sweetest creature and I, unsure.
Dare I try to peel away your surface?
I may be sucked in!
“Perhaps another life” you once wrote,
Well all so very true,
Thoughts of you,
Thoughts of us,
And then me thinks…
Contentment will have to do…
Slipping into his skin ... Her kicking and screaming won't wake him "Mr Hyde" overtakes him- Beast let loose by fermented hops and barley juice, Man's wasted form he puts to use - Woman's fragile form left to feel the sting of his abuse
Gin and green fairies tonight, one too many No green eyed monsters to cause the Angst that ends in Violence- No its not jealousy, Just 48 to 75 percent alcoholic influence, liquid content only!
Distilled liquids letting him slip from reality Spirits giving him a false sense of immortality- Allowing uninhibited movements of his fists and feet across her body ...She left wondering "was it him or was it me?"
Dear Broken goddess, beaten black and blue,
Yeah that's right, I'm talking to you!
Be of courage and stop being the victim!
Become the wiser - Break away from the system!
You want love so why settle for a drunken woman beater?!
Walk away and allow yourself be loved by someone better!...YOUR-SELF!!!
She weighs upon my chest words that make no sense, Much nonsense put on paper with the many blip-blips to censor dark expression flowing from a broken center
My muse damns me to this inspiration, Choke-filled with life’s putrid manifestation Vexed from the stings of bites not felt yet heard and seen…
I am ANGRY! because its Death for breakfast, War and Anarchy! My pain is palpable- come- cut, taste with me- This muse is ours, Awakenings to life’s woes she showers us constantly
Even in the comfort of home, exposed by the media drawing my attention to the next bomb that explodes, Reports of wars-disasters and poverty “Oops! This just in, more fatalities…” Fake- ass governments and their bullshit policies, Resolute terrorists making God seem the enemy…
Her essence causing these scales fall- BUT resiliently, For lies will always be sweeter than honesty, now lying naked to the truth and left questioning, Existence!… is it Hell or is it Purgatory?
Life without love is insanity!
Go to a prostitute and FEEL something,
In your bed, cradle her faded affection.
Come morning – A life without love,
Sinful and Immoral….
I got my material from a book called “POX” written by Deborah Hayden. In the chosen Chapter and Paragraph, she takes a look a the life of Vincent van Gogh– quoting him on matters of the heart amongst other things.
Today’sdVersePoets’ prompt has us rearranging texts from any literary source into a poetic form – Dadaist Poetry.
“…for the Lord God had not caused it to rain upon the earth, and there was not a man to till the ground, but there went up a mist from the earth,and watered the whole face of the ground.” – Genesis 2:5&6
She longs to catch a glimpse of what might have been…
Rising long before the Sun, just as creation made her, she steps out of her abode and onto the freshly cut lawn- The silent twilight greeting her.
Only moments outside, yet all too quickly her skin is wrapped in perspiration, not of her own but Gaya’s- Fresh and cool; Wet grass embracing her feet- The total experience causing her to shiver… She’s cold. Finally bearing witness to Genesis 2:6… “The Mist that waters the face of the Earth” lay thick in the atmosphere and all around her.
She stills her naked body in the middle of the open space and is cloaked by the light fog around her; Eyes closed, she fills her lungs with Gaya’s cold breath- Embracing the silence of the slowly coming Morn.
…. In that moment she is in Eden.
Tears mix with Dewdrops...
Insanity born from faith
...Her faith... her madness.
I am "King" in this kingdom speak my name and interpret- this inheritance one day for marriage I'll forfeit Last name will be gone, set sail like the many ships from Otaru's
shores
Yes I am also she, in the Land of the rising Sun, "River running through the sandy beaches", Sweet sea breeze- Waters filled with God's creatures Land centuries old, growing population, Economy booming from water import-exportation
In the Land of the rising Sun.Home to the known cherry blossom, Immovable I sit within Hokkaido's bosom
So I and the Land of the rising sun... Where lies our connection? Only a matter of English- I am "King" and still "River running through the sandy Beaches"- To Asia's East- time and space, To Africa's West- title graced I am Lord, I am Earth and Sky I am "OTARU"
Its happening at the dVerse ˜ Poets pub: Its all about Asia tonight! You’re more than welcome to join in the fun!
Festival King 