Throne of Ashes

Google eyed
lips twisted
snarling threats
each needle prick
another small death
another small drop of blood
to sate the earth.
Hungry
reaching for safety
knowing that there is none
that there will be no last minute rescue
brought this upon yourself you did
with all that silly play acting
thinking you knew……
Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha
Do you hear that?
Audience howling at your stupidity
watching wry humor
your downfall brought about
thought you did
that a fool kept his silence
while the righteous…..
The Righteous
proclaimed from heavens high
the appointment of god’s son
to lead us back to the fold.
Spoke you did
nary a moment went
that your mouth was not moving
slipping lies
sliding passed the truth
murky shades of grey
tumble to your grave.
There is a hierarchy 
you thought to surpass
ascension bought
and paid for
without struggle
without knowledge of reality.
Good-bye
so long
adieu
fall from sight
forgotten…..
A joke 
dancing upon the lips of…..
everyone. 
©August 19/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #50-Untitled Poem

Words
rip strips from souls
gathering in wounds
laced with cyanide
a killing strike
brings you to your knees
tears falling
no succor for the innocent.
Blindsided in the night
strength torn into naught
haunted by nightmares
vile anguish
how many more times will you pretend?
Cloudless sky
inky black no moon arises
taken with savage disregard
left a hollow shell
side of the road
rain falling down
what have they done?
Tides are turning
blood is coming
ruin not far behind
run through the terrors
duck behind depleted crosses
wolves baying
hunting those who striped from you…..
life
desire
trust
leaving behind a wraith of revenge.
Cruel they were
sadistic brethren
now ’tis they who face the scourge
whilst upon the sidelines
battered body
tattered face
you watch
a grim smile upon your lips.
©August 18/19
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Brazen Beauty

A million dresses
thousands of shoes
lost in a revelry of pride
floating along
paid by the hour
ever man her sign.
A beauty of yesteryear
lost in the illusion
grand
elegant
graceful
dancing with each who asks
pleasure alive on her face.
As a child she had been taunted
belittled
scorned
for the way that she looked.
Kids can be cruel
words can cut so deep
scars left
that no one can see
but are still felt.
brazen beauty
gliding amongst the throng
her place firmly set
by the generous curves
of her body
the sharp intelligence of her mind
and crooked wit to sting them all.
Oct. 7/18
Photo by Hernan Sanchez on Unsplash