Poem of the Month - August 2017

Welcome to a place where cruelty's a plague
Selfishness and greed infect the human race
The leopard waits and attacks from the back
But your neighbors...
Your neighbors do it to your face

Peace is just a dream in this hatred fueled nightmare
There's always something picking at your scabs to never let you heal
Throw rocks into a crowd and ask me if I care
I assure you that the hatred is real

Why stand for change
You know you stand alone
A target in the crowd
Or violent drone
Ignorance is bliss
A life without hope
Turn my back
As not to watch you choke
God's not here...
Pray..... for a hero

If your life had value I'd cash it in
If your life had value I'd cash it in
If your teeth are gold then do not grin
If your life had value I'd cash it in

Redness fills the eyes of the masses and blindness supersedes our actions
Stepping on the weak to reach higher factions
Stepping on your face to get better traction

Burn this bitch to the ground
Let's all form a riot crowd
Lighting fires as car alarms sound
Burn it down, down, down

Why stand for change
You know you stand alone
A target in the crowd
Or violent drone
Ignorance is bliss
A life without hope
Turn my back
As not to watch you choke
God's not here...
Pray..... for a hero

If your life had value I'd cash it in
If your life had value I'd cash it in
If your teeth are gold then do not grin
If your life had value I'd cash it in

 
If I could have my time over again
I am not sure who or what I’d be
Regret is just a part of existence
Hindsight utterly useless
Life is just too fuckin hard
Slowly I am loosing your love
Kiss by kiss, hug by hug
Those special smiles
Replaced by deep sighs

That gentleness of touches
Finger tip feels, sweet pinches
No longer seem to happen
Harsh words and insults
Desperate arguments
Hate now building
A head of steam
Tussles and tears
Rounds of fighting
Nobody really wins
Painful and endless
No more making up

Endless bouts of silence
Interrupted only by coffee
Dear love post it notes
Becoming dear Johnesque
Now just a matter of time
Before I lose you
Before love’s light
Is finally extinguished

If I could have my time over again
I would choose not to fall in love with you
For no greater pain I have known
Than the pain of you
Falling out of love
With me

 
Not all
Drug addicts
Go to hell;
This makes sure
That the queues
At hell’s pharmacies
Don’t get too long

Not all
Alcoholics
Go to hell
This makes
Happy hour
In hell’s pubs
Not so
Crowded

Not all
Bullies
Go to hell
This is
Because hell
Has a backlog
Waiting to
Be beaten

All
Paedophiles
Go to hell
This is
Because
Hell always
Needs more
Torture victims

I don’t like Sagetti I said
It’s spaghetti mum said
I know, but I don’t like Sagetti I said
And without supper I was sent to bed

I don’t like Macaroni I said
But it’s just like thick short spaghetti mum said
I know, bit I don’t like Sagetti, I said
Another night, no supper, straight to bed

I don’t like Tagliatelle I said
But it’s spaghetti that is flattened mum said
But I don’t like Sagetti that’s been flattened I said
Yet another night, no supper, straight to bed

I like Dinosaur pasta I said
But that’s just like spaghetti mum said
No! cause it looks like dinosaurs I said
That night, for being cheeky, straight to bed

Listless Harmony  
 
She drifts in the  
harmony of a fireflies blink,  
 
shedding effervescent  
contrails of lavender  
kisses from lips of stars.  
 
Her silica crescendos  
adrift in eon's whisper,  
 
a beacon of hope emits  
from turquoise breaths  
sheltering pulse lava.  
 
Galaxies part  
for her vapor,  
 
she unfolds the  
rift vanilla tapered,  
 
milky sunrise hides  
in her shadow,  
 
she is the scepter  
of cosmic chance.  
 
Rising Vexation  
 
I breathe into  
your chimera  
gentle feathers  
of taupe bliss,  
 
I sleep in the sun  
of yesterday's kiss  
I close these lanterns  
only too drift  
in your gamma symmetry,  
 
run with me  
to where Dionysus lax  
sapphire poppies  
lilies gleam  
in Aphrodite's  
titian twinkle,  
 
climb the  
hyacinth staircase  
too steal a whisper  
from the archives  
of Apollo's flame,  
 
fall weightless  
as a ultraviolet hum,  
 
back to this realm  
in between alabaster rain  
quilted in the whimper  
of dissected cardinals,  
 
sprinkled  
like stardust  
into the rippled thumps  
of Andromedas pulse.  
 
Grey Featherbed Skyline  
 
Pulse drums still ripple  
riding vibes of maybe  
unrequited grey fate,  
 
bleed our shine's into  
the rift of the macrocosm,  
 
fata morgana tapering  
feeding hopeful calibrations,  
 
regulated vibrations stinging,  
 
to tire into each other's arms  
only to merge as galaxies,  
 
to mingle in synchronicity  
gleaming into the psyche of  
Amun-Ra.

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