Elegant lies, Inelegant ties...

What feral dogs bark at my door?
As I lick my wounds,
In de rigor discord,
Whose music do I play?
Or verses time has left to say,
What chattels at my core?
Deny me life I've lived before,
On my horizon I see tears,
Embark on my face to empty years,
Is there nowhere left to turn?
Except sideways where I will spurn
And then burn...

individual

Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little;
'I freaked when steel teeth gleamed brittle solutions'
A fistful of retributions means bitter restitution...
Oh Give me the salivation~~
Of a petri dish of a nation~~
Drench in cream, stir in oil, I will never eat that!
With blow hards and carbs and ministries of garbs
You're not wolf you're wolfs dying breath contained,
As bloody sheets and gray streets bleed blood into shame
And monkey thimbles play rat -a -tat – tat on your heart...
While the mind is plagued by missteps tripped up into reality,
And hat tricks plays in a story full of mindless pricks,
The lightening strikes twice on thunder driven carrion.

Clutch

I hold your soul to praise within a cage
Breath fresh air onto wings that I crave,
No need to worry over pin drops of silence!
Or days of wasted age; just let me be your sage,
A guiding page, that tells the how of your you
Yet not the why and the reasons ring true~
I do~ anything for you ~ will you have me too?
Let me lead you away from these birds of prey,
Cut you down from the highs of yesterdays skies...
I would walk a mile to see your tortured smile
and bask in the glory of your fragile existence...
Why look at me so, you are not frightened no?

Thinking...

If I were To walk the edge of the moon and bark like a loon,

And be angry at the blazing day and shun the night as I lay;

I would feel glory so severe as to shun those that I revere.

Irreverence and fear spun from bullets these thoughts so clear,

Where stark walls in empty halls crowd my mind and make blind.

And chaos of youth caught in cobwebs of candy-coated truth~~

Highlights in my brain to catch the rarity that I strain,

Then I awoke to the normalcy of life as if this stranger spoke...

Ante Litteram

I wrote a old letter another day,
It was eaten by my other mind,
Before I could think what to say...
lost in oblivion amidst shining hope;
floating in an ocher of cloudy dope~~
I laugh when I think of what to say,
Written with ink of superficial clay,
I create images of sacrificial youth,
Scores of scars, arranged on arms of
Ugly, inimitable truth.


Author notes
'Ante Litteram', means, 'Before the letter, in Latin