A Game of Chess

Bathed in freckled sunlight,

Upon quilted grass,

Violet played with her toys,

And in a bordering nation

A King played with his.

“Should the Knight move now,

And to where shall he move?”

Whispered the King to the wise men.

But in the lollipop mind of Violet

Circled innocent thoughts,

Of a child, and school, and a husband,

All pretend.

The King made his move,

Rook to attack opposing Queen

But what of the violet that played in the park?

The Pawns had crept into the city,

A misdirected shot

Shattered the blossom in her purple dress.

Red complements showered the grass

And the violet withered.

“Checkmate!” cried the King,

And the game was over.

Published in: on November 29, 2008 at 4:29 pm Comments (0)
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Outside The Asylum, Inside My Mind

Preoccupied with myself,

I’m tortured by my mind,

Happiness, all nothingness,

Yet mortality I cannot find.

Hanging on to yesterday,

Like a child clings to a toy,

Killing life, this living death,

My soul never knowing joy.

Paranoia is my master,

Filled with fearful thoughts,

I’ve imagined my security,

They’ve uncovered all my faults.

Falling from nowhere,

While safely on the ground,

Screaming words of hatred,

With silence the only sound.

Seeing an illusion,

Believing all my lies,

Killing things that don’t exist,

Refusing to hear their cries.

Self destruction,

All reality,

Nothing left but pain,

Living in a nightmare,

I fear I’ve gone insane.

Published in: on November 19, 2008 at 12:23 pm Comments (0)
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Seesaw Young

As chance permits

I still a glance

Into thine eye’s vast galaxy.

My shoved soul

A star to love

My self unravels into thee.

Thy warm embrace

Protects me from

This fierce world like familiar.

My parted lips

Beg kiss mine heart

Flabbergasted with thine humor.

Published in: on November 10, 2008 at 12:44 pm Comments (0)
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Rawhide and Bloody Bones

Rawhide and Bloody Bones

With a skeletal grin

And a terrible moan

Rawhide and Bloody Bones

Coming for you

When you’re all alone.

Rawhide and Bloody Bones

Chewing off skin

With a ghoulish groan

Rawhide and Bloody Bones

Wearing your flesh

‘Cause his skin is gone.

Your pranks and your

Mischief are always known

By Rawhide and Bloody Bones

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A Void

I am here, but I am not.

I stand in the shadows of the belonging

Trapped by four solid walls

Built by my own fucked emotions.

I can no longer endure

The turmoil of my solitary hell.

Screams of a near psychotic

Increase upon deaf ears.

The pain of desertion

Blinds my tearing eyes.

I madly claw for an exit from the human race.

Many maggots have matured into flies

Since I last touched

The key to happiness

And now I discover it lying at my feet.

I pick it up.

I hold it in my possession,

Clench it tightly between my toes,

Yet problems seem everlasting.

The key doesn’t fit

With the imagined perfection.

Groundless trepidations

Swarm my mind

Like red ants on a dying worm.

What if the locks open,

And I step through the doorway

Only to find the ground isn’t solid?

What if the door slams shut

As I disappear into the void below?

Are my fears justifiable?

Or am I simply paranoid,

Terrified of loosing my existence,

Terrified of loosing you,

For you are my existence.

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In the Mourning Hour

_____

An emerald form upon liquid rubies

_____lay crushed on the road

_____created by man’s destructive behavior.

_____

And behind a black veil a crystal tear

_____down a female cheek

_____shatters itself on the hard pavement-

_____

The grave-site of her child.

_____

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B. Random

Master sails with

Neptune’s daughter

Captain of the

S.S. Psychonaut.

Lover, screamer

Datura dreamer

Riding on his witch’s high.

Whispers tickle

His breath like Myrrh

The kiss of a forgotten god.

Psychedelic

Hallelujah

Blinded by his light’s eye.

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Divinity

Telephone rings

Who could it be?

Dead man asking

Are you mad at me?

Are you still angry at my cruelty?

I beg you, forgive me, have some clemency

It’s just the ugly nature of the humanly

And that I am

Quoth the man with the hoofed foot

The humanly

To err is human.

To jeer is human.

To rape is human.

To be raped…

No, I don’t forgive you.

Published in: on November 7, 2008 at 5:27 pm Comments (0)
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Subjectivity

You can’t steal

Something that’s free

And you can’t rape the willing

But you can rape a whore

And say you’re only stealing.

If you’re runnin’ with the devil,

Stay in the rear of the pack,

You never know when a sinner,

Will stab you in the back.

Published in: on November 6, 2008 at 12:52 am Comments (0)
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