Crocodile Tears

‘I want that!’

‘I want it!’

Tiny fingers grabbing

idiotic ideas flying

peace is a process

ruined by a few

for so many.

Grinning like an asshole

making countries weep

alienating nations

and making oneself weak.

Raising middle fingers

double salute

telling friends to back off

snuggle close with broken regimes

a smile on one’s face.

Things will go wrong

(or right)

it depends on who one asks.

Temper tantrums will fly

petulant display

of stomping feet

wild cries

(crocodile tears)

to turn the mood back.

Wrest control now

while still able

for nothing is worse

than watching a grown man

act like he is three.

 

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Blighted

Blackness roils across the land

encompassing fields and crops

a blight unlike any before seen

man made and let loose.

Flesh falls from bones

flashes of shadows burst free

death comes to all who are near

without playing favorites

without discerning wealth.

Never would you think so cruel

that the riches already had

are not enough

that they would make you forfeit your lands.

No longer are monies counted

abundant…..

enough…..

a body count

ferocious rage

decimating all

is the new measure of power.

 

 

 

Orator

His task

so simple

anyone could have done it

but he

oh no not he

for flim fhlam was his game.

Blowing smoke

lies built greatness again.

Words flow with passion

words that they need to hear

thinking that easily done

would be to curb his passions dear.

Chains snapped

whips crack

eyes wide open in horror

for they had been wrong

so very wrong

about how he would play.

A new king arises

enslaving the world

he showed his true colors

when he deviated from the path.

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Protection

The mighty oak

tall

straight

reaching for sunny skies

never changing

never bending

always a beacon for the storm.

The gentle willlow

sweeping the ground

supple

lissome

bending

as the storm rages on.

I have the strength

the determination of an oak

to withstand pain

to stand tall

facing the storm

as I am pelted with rain and hail.

Twist and turn

accept

know

that despite my strength

I need to bend

like the willow

to protect myself

to keep safe

this heart

that I am holding out to you.

 

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Performing Monkey

He sits lost

the throne of bones

swallowing his frame.

Sallow skin sags

a skull wearing a face

despair

a solid cloak

wrapped around the dismal man.

Once so great

once the golden boy

the fall from grace

a harsh lesson to be learned.

Gregarious

chummy

every man’s best bud

truth eventually rises

exposing the darkness beneath.

Tumbling down the hill

lost

nary a man

running to protect him.

Reaching too high

without a moral compass

without regard for any

but one’s self

Believing none will touch

none will dare speak

made the fall all that much sweeter

for those plundered

abused

torn apart.

Now a performing monkey

sitting upon the throne of bones

the man awaits……..

the next show starts at two.

 

 

 

Burning Desire

Beneath arched star spackled skies

laying entangled

languid

talk about everything

nothing

head upon your chest

steady beat of your heart

warmth of our bodies together.

You brush fingers through my hair

breath caught in my throat

I tremble.

Cup my cheek

thumb tracing my lip

I look up

see you smile

the crinkle of your eyes

electric bursts

flare through my body.

Amorous

I pull you near

melding into one

beneath the arched

star spackled sky

wrapped in our burning desires.

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Final Escape

Looking around

where

how

can you hurt him?

Easy enough

leave

destroy

take him for financial gain

your heart never his

and steal his last hope.

With this last ploy

your colors fly true

showing the witch you are;

know you have lost

he will return no more.

Like a small child

you stomp your feet

mouth twisted in a scream

false tears

meaningless words

a conniption fit

missing only

the kicking

the pounding

the sense of entitlement

that truly makes you

the bitch you are.

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