Fake Petals

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In the lay of the land
the rose lies.
Dead by its own hand
the regretful cries.
Slit its wrist
red sap bled.
Guilt is a cyst
be on my head.
Nothing is true
sad card overplayed.
Stop whining the blues
you chose your bed.

The End?

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Rain on skin
Salt in the blood
It doesn't get any better
than this
Ripping ties earthbound
Seeking love in death
What could be
More romantic than
The end?

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Water Jungle

(Image from Vi.sualize.us) An old friend greets me on my way to where the sea meets the past Resplendent in brown and green Even as a fisherman lifts his outrigger out of the water Its yellow underbelly pregnant with the promise of supper I swim through the grass among lions, zebras and blowfish Float face up into the heavens A plane cuts through the air determined to land on an island of reef I'd rather forget If I had my way I'd stay in the water forever Let its warm-cold armless embrace Keep me safe and understood like no other Samaritan stranger-lover Looking good on near negro skin shining slick dirty in the sun Lusts dead for decades revived by hunger for rich pretty meat wrapped in kindness and pity Monkeys can't be choosers Peanuts thrown into the cage are gifts for the poor animal that dares tell you he still loves you You the fool can be fooled again Your choice in a sea of tears and fears

No Ashes On Reef

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No ashes on reef

Lose not the grief

Should you only

Replace it with

What is not right

Ask me for no favors

Don't make me change color

From fair to dark

Love lust dishonor

Phoenix Rose

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She rose from the ashes

of her past best forgotten.

Phoenix, always the dancer

gliding through the ballroom

of life. Every man wants

her to be his wife.

She smiles, she shrugs,

brushing off the gray off

her shoulders even as her eyes

look around the greenery,

to tomorrow. Her feet take

her to travel in a chacha

that only knows moves forward.

The joy in her laugh slays
the cries of yesterday.

Tears dry into diamonds,

the most cherished of gems.

She calls out a name. It rhymes.  

Your Ashes Will Not Be Spread

Your ashes will not be spread

at a secret reef

Someone else knew about it

No secret

No love

Forced to fall for a fall guy

Because evil lived

in your home, your heart

Battered by a blackhearted dwarf

A presence, any presence

Would have been welcomed

by you and you did

May-December fucking affair

You said you first fell in love with him

on the month you got married

to the dwarf who raped you and

beat you up for two score and three

Apropos

How can seven be fleeting?

How can nothing not happened?

You said you lacked not for chances

To give yourself to him

And you wanted to

Maybe you did not

Maybe you lie

Your fake confession

Makes me want to die

Of all the! What the!

Shit happens

You say no regrets

No regret for shit

You idealize, you romanticize

Affection for your peon, your pain

Shameless ambitious dumbass fuck

Exploiter of a bleeding heart

What else bled?

Quick to the draw

On the chances alone

Just him and you

Cheapened class is worse than cheap

Led to the fuck slaughter like sheep

He made you feel good

Ice cream does the same

And it doesn’t sweat like a stuck pig

Sty living in a bunkhouse

With other hired hands

Sleeping with a servant

Shit again

Have you no pride?

Your children will be so proud of you

Fucking a semi-literate trash

Skin blacked by sun and soot

You went slumming

And enjoyed it

You even fell in love, you said

Shameless.

Desperate.

Dumb.

He went away to save you?

Offering protection and love?

No. He went away

scared to get caught

and killed like the dog he was

Going away for love is permanent

He came back to get drunk

With his buddies during parties

Idealize that selfless honorable shit!

Shit is shit

A fuck is a fuck

You asked me to spread your ashes

on the spot where you added

your tears to the sea

I would have

Even if I puked as I did it

Smelling ugly simian lust 

in this place

But what if I die first?

I will not make requests

for dumping

Just burn me

and keep the fire burning

Until not even ashes remain.

Boredom and a Broken Heart

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Boredom and a broken heart
the most lethal of combos
Ennui its opposite
Want and wanting more
Not even a lot
Love lies bleeding in public
Heart in sleeveless tattooed arm
Stories to tell of pasts
Dug up and dug up and bared
Lies and games head up shoot down
Mean mister bastard petty and pretty
She does you no good, what a pity
Deception recognition
She is good, you are bad
Girls love bad boys, tough boys
Pure and selfless shit more lies
Slum high society two-in-one coffee
Flirtation with dirt-cheap sanctity
Sex in the city of green stones, black hearts
I am bored
I want to die
The death of a thousand cuts
Glass on chest crawl the snake
That you are worthless piece of shit
Boring, who wants to hear tales
Of broken hearts when broken heads
Are more interesting?
Now we are talking

Mud&Stars

{For all the Tulips and Roses in the World, palpable and immaterial}

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I am dry, I wait
I look up and crumble
Look down then, think
I would if I weren't stuck
Mud is fertilizer
An so is Shakespeare
Mud can be dry, wet
Ergo, I am mud
Stop flinging, start singing
Pick up your sticks and play
Come away, come away
Land down with a thud
Back to mud, dreaming stars

Horse Beatitudes

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It rains on New Year’s night/falls hard on the roof the sound of horses galloping in unison breaking stride/marching to the end of the word/peace remains elusive/in hearts troubled by love illicit/a matter of perspective/and strength/affection close cousin of sentiment not enough when no vessels span the seas/bridge the islands/taking you there/I wrote that for minimum daily wage and banana cue plus a bottle of Coke/north of Eden/hid from spouses psychotic/city-bred kinetic/cynic of smirking spirits having flown the coop/we can’t go home again and don’t insist/because horses’ hooves in the thousands drum roll a single note in feel rent crying for release/the hounds howl equine in stride/proud in stares and whispers