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The Black Hearts of Baby Kissers
Cold carcasses of words bubble from the lips of liars
Empty words that fall wetly to the ground like dismembered parts of truth
Still writhing
Newly leashed with spiked collars sinking into their flesh like hot oil sinks into ice cream
Words squirm in the service of newfound masters and convulse new meanings
Lips of integrity leave smudges of deceit on peach fuzz cheeks
The feet of freedom imprint oppression upon the ground
While walking in antagonistic directions
But the blood of those honest corpses
that leaks from the corners of grins
Is black
And that only has one meaning
Empty words that fall wetly to the ground like dismembered parts of truth
Still writhing
Newly leashed with spiked collars sinking into their flesh like hot oil sinks into ice cream
Words squirm in the service of newfound masters and convulse new meanings
Lips of integrity leave smudges of deceit on peach fuzz cheeks
The feet of freedom imprint oppression upon the ground
While walking in antagonistic directions
But the blood of those honest corpses
that leaks from the corners of grins
Is black
And that only has one meaning
Published 21st Aug 2013
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21st Aug 2013 9:07am
22nd Aug 2013 00:29am
It was all I could think of lol I'm glad it was as visual as I'd hoped. :)
21st Aug 2013 10:21pm
22nd Aug 2013 00:30am
Thank you very much kg (I should call you kilo lol) I appreciate the kind words. :)
22nd Aug 2013 00:47am
21st Aug 2013 10:23pm
22nd Aug 2013 00:32am
Because as much as I hate to say so, these are everyday kind of lies that I've learned to tune out. Doesn't seem so dark anymore, just an observation. Thank you very much tic tac :)
Anonymous
22nd Aug 2013 00:14am
sounds like the absent souls of politicians begging for mercy in the hell that is set aside for them...
22nd Aug 2013 00:36am
You hit the nail on the head there Kitty, but that's assuming they have souls, and that their not running for mayor in heaven town. If they can here, why not there? I've learned enough by now to know not to expect too much justice. :(
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, I appreciate it. :)
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, I appreciate it. :)
23rd Aug 2013 10:39pm
"Cold carcasses of words bubble from the lips of liars"
So much is packed in that one line - galaxies found on the pin point of a mind, acknowledged, identified, but so little understood.
You pack so much into the first line of your poems and then let it flow out, like the tipping of a barrel of water, the explosion of earth followed closely by the red of magma, burning down the esophagus as its ingested.
So much is packed in that one line - galaxies found on the pin point of a mind, acknowledged, identified, but so little understood.
You pack so much into the first line of your poems and then let it flow out, like the tipping of a barrel of water, the explosion of earth followed closely by the red of magma, burning down the esophagus as its ingested.
Anonymous
16th Sep 2013 3:24am
Interesting title for sure and definitely you don't let us down with the rest of the content, powerful voice, well done!
