The Poppies Womb

I don’t have, A bed of roses I gave mine up, So long ago I don’t have a bed of roses I sleep but where The sun shines brief And moon throws daggers in the air But I won’t care In my poppy woven womb There was a time I slept like thee On that bed, painful yet sweet Pain and pleasure Can be clearly seen With thorns, perfectly clear Painful and near, Physical, predicable And yet, despicable Those gashing thorns The beauty too, the joy Unmistakable, unmisplacable, defaceable Constant in its gain No evil will it take, No sorrow can it make Just bouncing joy However brief) No fool mistakes it for the thorn I slept in that bed for a time So long ago, it seems) But I found, No pedals to hold, No flowers would bloom Thorns abound All around In dark despair At my lack (Lo! Of vision!) Of peace among the thorns I found another flower Devoid of point an thorn As beautiful, no more,(and No more!) Than the roes, Which I could see no more I found it in a rapture It wrapped me in its womb An untainted, untouchable pasture Where I could watch the world fall faster Never caring, sharing, in it’s doom I fell into, This thornless flower Unblemished bud Fell into its arms Fell to my knees Fell for its charms For it’s fruit That gave me All I could need— Unsharing! Uncaring! Unthinking! At ease! Give me more, If you’d please As I slept Inside it’s womb however As I grew more aware And accustomed to My eyes began to open And my mind began to see The vile blanket It had wrapped, surrounding me Paved with trash of the living Scented with the remains of the dead Walled by insect built cities Mauled by destruction, By the those who wanted it's (former) peace On seeing this grave dysfunction I retreated further still Into the womb, once so safe so sweet But as we all know The a reluctant birth Always ends in defeat Time won’t cheated Death isn’t cheap The devil digs your pockets deep The flowers will take their due Ten fold for what they gave to you You took from them, Now they’ll devour you While you wait patently For just another taste Of their now, so feeling brew You’ll wait with out promise Wait in despair As they tear at your heart Devour your mind And shatter your soul You’ll beg for caress While she excavates you You’ll withstand a painful duress, So He’ll violate you! You can not expcape it Though you surly can run You can not remake it Their work is done You can not replace it, They are all, and all are one All you can do, All you’ll go through On the run Is bide your time While their still in thine eye (Are thine eyes!) Till you’re world is done …………………… Parlay any one?

Popcorn

Sweet and dull Yet unmistakable How such a simple sent, Can make me so recall, I do not know But I recall the theaters of youth Why should a cinema bring me to this? I hear the laughs of adolescent girls The sneer and glee The dreams of what is, Attractions to what ot’ a be Playing it cool, Searching for meaning with out meaning to! The confusion of young movie dates The two sides, Opposite in thought But in action they are one How the fuck can that work? People so confused Granted they be young But, as they grow They learn new shit in which to muse I see so many things, In this simple thing Faces from my past People I’ve known Faces I’ve seen Hearts I’ve seen broken And mended again (and again) What is the worst, That this might be, All of humanities curse All of lives, wandering round Doing our best, to keep thought on the ground Screaming for what we want at the top of our lungs And Always sing the same old song All ways getting the same old wrong ………………………… Never knowing It’s all our wrong

Eulogy of the Flame

At the last the candle spoke As the flame shuddered, died Its tale was a sad one As all are when one dies It spoke of early years Of the reclusive and secure Of fantasies of valor and pride, Of foolish hopes, and happy skies It told of teenage years, Which for it were sure not drear Of games played in circles, Of fuck, tag, and lash “Certainty and love unmatched!” The flame spoke of mild times, Middle aged, middle lives Marriage and kids Work and money The whole world, Never feeling, Never funny Alas, alas there came the later years With all the world steeped in gray The flame grew weary, Uncaring for the night and day At his death, The flame had only one regret, (A one, A One, infinity!) In all his time, He new not once, More than his meager eyes …………………………… The dead do not requiem, Nor need they to repine For all is clear Now in their eyes

The Misery Mistress

You seduce with the promise, Of easing this emptiness Which you so tactically crated I’m searching far For away to fill the void, And like a good mistress You feign to answer my needs Ungainly temptress Who can ill be defeat Your promise of pleasure, Is but a seconds reprieve The magic doesn't work no more, The angels have gone. All that's left, is the fleeting release The moment's indifference When I feed your ill omened need You’re a million a muse, A curse of my own, Your cost is my life, My pay is your fruit Fruit at the first, So sweet, and divine Orgasm sublime But your fruits they weigh heavy On the body and soul, Every taste, becomes less and less sweet, And I only gain craving For that taste once so sweet Your fruit it is tainted, A devil's contract is due No demons are needed For a Faust of your own To come true We’ve sole our souls now, And there’s nothing to do It’s time to stop dying For no living we do Your fruit sits before me, As sharp biting whiskey, And sour grape wine For others it’s poppies, For some it’s the body, For others the mind What ever your poison, What ever your time There is a way out In some place, In some time ………………. Some other place Some other time