Submissions by RosaryThief
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2017 3:42am
30th Dec 2017 3:42am
Ode To The Self Righteous or Christ Complex
Lay down your ammunition
Say a sacred prayer
Sail on to freedom
I will meet you there
Lay your crown of thorns on me
Hang me from the cross
But if you find yourself alone
It will not be my loss
If revenge is what you seek
You can always have my blood
Cry on me for forty nights
And drown me in the flood
Construct a cairn of stones for me
What more can I do
Bury me in apathy
And drive those nails through
Throw out the spear of destiny.
From me you'll draw no pain
Desecrate my body ...
Say a sacred prayer
Sail on to freedom
I will meet you there
Lay your crown of thorns on me
Hang me from the cross
But if you find yourself alone
It will not be my loss
If revenge is what you seek
You can always have my blood
Cry on me for forty nights
And drown me in the flood
Construct a cairn of stones for me
What more can I do
Bury me in apathy
And drive those nails through
Throw out the spear of destiny.
From me you'll draw no pain
Desecrate my body ...
499 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2017 9:28pm
27th Dec 2017 9:28pm
God Bless The Whores On Charlotte Street
God bless the whores on Charlotte Street
The shopping cart carriages, blistered feet
Mary Anne works at the methadone clinic
Once had compassion, now she's a cynic
Paint them a portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Let us be children where sunflowers grow
Far from pawn shops, pharmacy counters
Those opiate addled late night encounters
Our aim is true, though hearts have rusted
In Jesus Christ and Laudanum we trusted
Fairy tale endings, cracks in the pavement
Flesh and blood dolls, human enslavement
The shopping cart carriages, blistered feet
Mary Anne works at the methadone clinic
Once had compassion, now she's a cynic
Paint them a portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Let us be children where sunflowers grow
Far from pawn shops, pharmacy counters
Those opiate addled late night encounters
Our aim is true, though hearts have rusted
In Jesus Christ and Laudanum we trusted
Fairy tale endings, cracks in the pavement
Flesh and blood dolls, human enslavement
538 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2017 9:25pm
27th Dec 2017 9:25pm
The Shadow Of Beinn Bhreagh
I've climbed the Highland summit
overlooking Ceilidh Brae
down to Weeping Meadow
where the hounds of hell would bay
and maybe I was dreaming
when I stumbled home at dawn
the pipes were playing softly
and Elizabeth was gone
There's a ghost on every corner
with a needle in his hand
making seven angels
in the Nova Scotian sand
Leviathan goes dancing
in the rising eastern tide
barking at the voices
that are buried deep inside
Sometimes I think of dying
when I hear an evening breeze ...
overlooking Ceilidh Brae
down to Weeping Meadow
where the hounds of hell would bay
and maybe I was dreaming
when I stumbled home at dawn
the pipes were playing softly
and Elizabeth was gone
There's a ghost on every corner
with a needle in his hand
making seven angels
in the Nova Scotian sand
Leviathan goes dancing
in the rising eastern tide
barking at the voices
that are buried deep inside
Sometimes I think of dying
when I hear an evening breeze ...
519 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 10:12pm
22nd Dec 2017 10:12pm
The Devil Rests In Blades Of Grass
These broken prayers like paper hearts
leave skeletons in the field
And my eyes no longer pierce the night
of my rusted Ritalin shield
The devil rests on laurels taught
with long-guns, blades and steel
Shattered glass and paper planes
are crushed beneath the wheel
From chambers wrought with broken eyes
of those who cherish the flood
Where black robed ghosts are often heard
making offers of venison blood
The devil rests in sheaves tonight
with Quinine, smoke and brass
Arrowheads and copper nails ...
leave skeletons in the field
And my eyes no longer pierce the night
of my rusted Ritalin shield
The devil rests on laurels taught
with long-guns, blades and steel
Shattered glass and paper planes
are crushed beneath the wheel
From chambers wrought with broken eyes
of those who cherish the flood
Where black robed ghosts are often heard
making offers of venison blood
The devil rests in sheaves tonight
with Quinine, smoke and brass
Arrowheads and copper nails ...
577 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 10:42am
22nd Dec 2017 10:42am
Eschaton
Disfigured seraphs with gardening spades
Feasting on flesh of political aides
Raise banners of Caesar infested with flies
In halls of old glory the blood never dries
Arachnids are breastfeeding calves of the field
Under the seal of Leviathan's Shield
In parliament halls there are cloven caprine
Diplomat wives impaled at the shrine
Kings Of New Scotland who feast on the bone
Slaughter the lamb with hammer and stone
So long as the witch and the midwife abide
In the coven of Pharaoh's malevolent bride
Blacksmiths of...
Feasting on flesh of political aides
Raise banners of Caesar infested with flies
In halls of old glory the blood never dries
Arachnids are breastfeeding calves of the field
Under the seal of Leviathan's Shield
In parliament halls there are cloven caprine
Diplomat wives impaled at the shrine
Kings Of New Scotland who feast on the bone
Slaughter the lamb with hammer and stone
So long as the witch and the midwife abide
In the coven of Pharaoh's malevolent bride
Blacksmiths of...
542 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 1:42am
22nd Dec 2017 1:42am
Enter Judith Phaedra
Enter Judith Phaedra
With her Tarot reading doll
She stepped out of the canvas
With a bleeding southern drawl
Shell-shocked rats in alleys scamper
Looking for the nest
To escape the anesthetic
Of her opiate laced breast
She walks on crooked leg bones
From the foothills to the shore
I've oft times heard her scratching
At my window or my door
With her fingers long and twisted,
Corset of stained lace
She roams my empty hallways
In search of my embrace
Return Judith Phaedra
With your tarot reading...
With her Tarot reading doll
She stepped out of the canvas
With a bleeding southern drawl
Shell-shocked rats in alleys scamper
Looking for the nest
To escape the anesthetic
Of her opiate laced breast
She walks on crooked leg bones
From the foothills to the shore
I've oft times heard her scratching
At my window or my door
With her fingers long and twisted,
Corset of stained lace
She roams my empty hallways
In search of my embrace
Return Judith Phaedra
With your tarot reading...
551 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 1:32am
22nd Dec 2017 1:32am
Portrait Of Maggie Anne
Vincent and Pablo give Maggie Anne fits
She resents all the roses in bloom
And I pray to her name immortalized in blood
On the walls of my cardboard tomb
Her scholarly knowledge of Christ and Mohammed
Sharing a drink at the well
Is captured in landscapes and framed in lament
On the walls of my vacant cell
The castanet rhythm of her rosary call
From a coffin ship lost in the pages
Raises the ghosts of saints from the grave
To collect from the peasants their wages
She resents all the roses in bloom
And I pray to her name immortalized in blood
On the walls of my cardboard tomb
Her scholarly knowledge of Christ and Mohammed
Sharing a drink at the well
Is captured in landscapes and framed in lament
On the walls of my vacant cell
The castanet rhythm of her rosary call
From a coffin ship lost in the pages
Raises the ghosts of saints from the grave
To collect from the peasants their wages
469 reads
0 Comments
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