Cold as Ice

Longing to
needing to
wanting to……
lead me around the garden gate
using words of glory
of love
of admiration
to turn my head
to turn my heart
to make me believe once more in love.
I hate that I am this weak
that I am filled with desire
craving your soul
needing your presence
to feel whole.
I do not want this.
I do not need this.
I reject the whole premise of affairs
wrapped in cotton candy
head above the clouds
dreaming of times better
brighter
filled with you…..
your touch
your hands
your scent
scare away the imps
carving up my heart
handing out pieces to be eaten.
Rain falls
erasing the words you spoke
cold embraces me
pulling me in
pulling me under
so I can forget the words you proposed.
Speared through to the core
watching you walk away
holding my heart in your hands
bleeding from wounds…..
you pierced me
you laughed at me
you took my love for granted
turning it into a cesspool
from which I shall never arise.
©June 29/19
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No Heroes

Voices are raised
protests are held
men call to arms
women respond.
Children play with toy guns
pop pop pop
noises made
bullets tearing flesh.
Blood
crimson floods
raging in the streets
raging in the sheets
raging……..
Lost in time
lost to pain
simpler times
viewed nostalgically
yet……
danger arises
daily
without any to cease its call.
Complacent
sickly bony fingers
hooked into the soul of humanity
tearing
shredding
those with care
those who would make change
destroyed by those who want
who need
the status quo.
Baby laying in the streets
mom slayed
laying in her blood stained sheets
daddy has the blade
turned on himself.
Down on my knees
not in prayer
not in supplication
rending my hair
screaming in rage
screaming in pain
screaming in defeat
for I can see no end.
There are no heroes
to stand for the rest
time has come
for death to pass.
©June 28/19
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Monster Emerges

Tiny child
tiny fiend
left to play
left to burn.
Did someone give him the matches
or 
did lightening strike when no one was looking?
Angry
aggressive
growing up
dreams of truth
replaced
dreams of misery
gilded in a world of rusted iron
cages erected by naked women
condemned to build their own crypts.
Flagrant exploitation
chained to mores
of 1929
riots in the streets
no longer productive
police state instituted
for the safety of all.
Reality is…..
it is fear.
Fear of what will happen
when society turns
when someone arises
to make things right
or worse?
his voice wraps itself around
charismatic
promising
swearing
no more carnage
no more abuses
time has come to move forward.
Evil comes in many forms.
Cloaked in pleasantries
promises
shiny baubles
to turn eyes.
Sleight of hand
watch close for the mirage
see what he wants
not what he is doing.
Blinded by charisma
desperate for hope
easy to believe a charlatan
better then having to make a choice.
Be responsible.
Make a change.
Give up self worth
so one can claim ignorance.
Beware the viper 
within your hand
for when it strikes
there will be mayhem. 
©June 27/19
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Executioner

With methodical steps
he gathers in the gloam
eyes aglitter
teeth chittering
scanning the crowds before him.
Somewhere
within the world born of bastards
born of war
born of heroes
born upon the breast of a nation
shattered
challenged
there strides a beauty
law on one hip
justice on the other.
An intricate tango
danced in the dark
under the light of the moon
full and whole
late in the summer night.
Who is the hunter?
Who is the prey?
Who shall win this grim game
of love and hate?
He?
Or she?
He has left behind
a trail of wrecked bodies
destroyed minds.
She has focused
with singular intent
to hunt him down.
He can feel her.
She can smell him.
He moves with gilded grace.
She moves with lioness stealth
hidden deeper in the shadows
her quarry ever in front.
He is arrogant.
She is patient.
After eons
finally
she sidles up behind.
Using the cover of darkness
hidden shadows
stiletto blade in hand
she creeps
hearing his breath pant
as he scans ahead
never behind.
Silly man…..
Sibilant whisper
a shout in the night.
I told you
I promised you 
I would find you 
make you pay.
Bitter precision
tears of agony
harsh mistress of revenge.
Spray of blood
a blank canvas
splattered in crimson
she drops the body.
Oath has been kept.
Time has come to pass
you shall no longer be……
anything.
Your name
your identity
not in the annals of history
forgotten forever 
reign of terror 
nevermore.
©June 27/19
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New Reality

When first upon the scene he did burst
no one could foresee
the evil
the horror
the degradation
he would call down on them.
History.
Time on repeat. 
Children held in crates
families torn asunder
belittled
berated
wanting only to have a better life
to soothe the bruises
broken bones
damaged psyche
born of cruel men.
Flagrant is the disrespect
the vulgarity of honor
underlying rules
broken with no regard
other than
to fill the coffers of the rich
while denying the poor
basic sustenance.
A country
once strong
once seen to be the cornerstone
the foundation upon which
everything else is built…..
falling
descending
to the pits of hell
where the beast waits.
We have done this.
We must take responsibility.
We,
the people…..
must take a stand
proving that bigotry
racism
hatred
are not the norm
but the exception……
Tear away the faded curtain
peer at the silent whore
crystal tears falling
her slow death rattle
filling every corner
every space
no escape
no relief
a new reality.
©June 25/19
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Fiendish Innocence

Wrapped in your arms
head upon your chest
listening to your heart
a steady beat
beneath my head.
Slow breath in.
Slow breath out.
Your hand gently caresses.
I move
wriggling to get closer
wanting
needing
to feel your warmth.
Thaw my soul
release this heart of mine
from the iced web I carved.
A cavern of fallen stars
pinpricks of death
curses to all
who try to make me feel.
Serenade me
play love songs
make me weep
promise to me
you will always keep.
I see your lips move.
I hear the words you say.
Similar vows
always made
oaths to keep me safe
to keep me sane
to stave off
my desire
my thirst
my wretched need for revenge.
©June 24/14
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Slick Love

I cannot forgive.
I cannot 
Oh my God….
I love you.
I need you.
I want you.
Why are you hidden from me?
It kills me
this heart wrenching pain.
How am I to forgive?
Warned I was
not to let you take advantage
and what did I do?
Played into your poker hand.
4 Aces…..
Hell cooled…..
I am with you.
Love.
Hate.
Fuck you.
How?
Why?
Tell me please…..
explain
bended knee
sneer ridden lips
pale contemplation.
Did you ever love me?
Or was this epic love story
a shiny fantasy?
 
©June 23/19
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