Your attention is caressing the narcissist in me
The shallow pits of my belly
The echoes of words aimed to flatter
The obsession with things that do not matter
Get me off of your pedestal
This queen needs no throne
Simple keep me warm on nights
I choose not to sleep alone
Your confessions are so absent to me
This is what has happened to me
I’ve traveled my roads well till they’ve worn
I’ve been crucified but now reborn
I’ve come back to haunt you
Convince you that I want you
Won’t it be a crying shame
When you wake up screaming my name
This is reincarnation
Revenge at its best
You’ll have no way to recognize my face
As it lies blushed on your chest
You’ll take this one for the team
You’ll take it any time any where
You’ll keep your eyes out for me
Your glorified worst nightmare
I’m sad to say
But this is the way
This is the way we roll
We spit venom into your eyes
And sting the beast between your thighs
All is fair in love
So die motherfucker
We know what we came for.
Bury your head in your hands
You are so mediocre and typical beyond words
You shuffle your feet with the rest of the sheep
Moving through life in a herd
You wanna drag me down to your level
Persuade me that my dreams are only dreams
Well, I’m not that easily sold
Not by any way or any means
I thought you were so different
I swore you could rise above
Hell, I even thought that I
Could save you with my love
You wouldn’t believe my shock
Or foresee my deep dismay
To learn that after all
A will doesn’t constitute a way
I thought you were so eccentric
A thinker on your own
Now your radical ideas and beliefs
You’re so comfortable to disown
You’re so disarrayed now
And completely disjointed
Your lack of faith is nothing short
Of a severe disappointment
I was so impressed
And taken by you
That time literally froze
But now I can see
You’re just a sheep parading around
In wolves clothes
Smoke in the room
Fire is below
We’ll be leaving soon
Before the others know
The flames are dancing
We’re drinking ourselves sick
Sing to me if you can sing
The air is getting thick
I was just
Wondering if this party will end
The music is
Thundering, I’m making a new friend
But I’m tired of all my friends
They make me feel more alone
I would rather go home
The glamour, the glimmer
We’re hammered, but we’re thinner
Than everyone else in the room
Off-camera, we’re bitter
But well-mannered and fitter
Than everyone else, we assume
Glamour, oh my dear
Cock-sucking dirty whore
You’re quite a sight in the right light
I bet you’ve heard that line before
I’ve watched you take my friends
Cried as you took my lovers
I’ve lost some of them
From underneath the covers
I’ll let you come near
I’ll let you sit with me
But there’s no vessel for you here
So do not bullshit with me
Take my neck and choke me
And I will stop hoping
To see the light, so holy
I don’t want to die slowly
This is a carnival
At the lights, I marvel
Hands in the air
Wind in my face
I think I love this place
I am going for a ride
To the darker side of things
Knowing deep inside
I haven’t got the wings
To fly this far from here
I’m just crazy
Creating dimensions and illusions
Translating my confusion into
Wars that are so ugly
Bruised by purpose and my fate
Don’t kiss me, don’t touch me
I’m ready to release the gates
Perfection is an amateur night at the mic
The best shot
At the whole lot
At the hopelessness of sight
I’ll be no prisoner to this passion
I’ll wait not a second more
I’ll exit where these gates once stood
Where a fortress towered before
Because I ride my own horse
I am the first and last daughter
And I haven’t got time for you to tell me
How you’ve been walking on water
What if I told your father
The things you have been saying
What if I exposed this city
To the games you have been playing
It’s a sweet routine
You’ve got going on
I’m ashamed that I’ve been seen
Gliding along
I see heaven in your eyes
I feel angels behind your breath
I taste life on your precious lips
And in your absence, I taste death
Dreams of you are knocking
Beckoning me back to sleep
Where I lay safe in your arms
In your love’s keep
This feeling makes me want to
Dissolve down for you
Revolve around you
For Heaven is not out of reach
With you by my side
You capture my reality
And these two worlds collide
Come to me and consume me
Release me from this hell
For you’re a piece of heaven
A true angel
From all I can tell
Justify your insanity one more time to me
Use this excuse of my misuse of your heart
Serenade me, Satan, yes it’s fine by me
Tear yourself open over this, tear yourself apart
Listen, there’s no easy way to say
It’s not me, it’s you
Keeping those tormenting thoughts at bay
Existing solely to
Antagonize my every move
Like you didn’t know that when you love you lose
We do not exist
And you cannot make this
Your personal psychotic playground
So this time please just stay down
The calm before the storm
Is strolling down my street
Whistling a familiar tune
How it sounds like defeat
No choice but to swallow the breeze
Let my muscles numb
And fall to my knees
Disaster is a numbered force
Marching through the walls
And you are, but one of course
Standing lonesome when it calls
What is there to do
With this mess now left behind
Perhaps you should sort through
Who knows what you might find
Strength could be buried there
Disguised in tragedy
Wisdom could be buried there
Disguised by all you see
The corners turn quick but the tale is age old
You left me with a kiss
But I predicted this betrayal
And then along came your alibi
Dressed in a tailored suit of lies
Decked in the finest things from hell
You serve whomever tolls the bell
I’m scratching at the walls again
Bleeding in my own absence
You call devotion self righteousness
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I’m scratching at the walls again
Bleeding in my own absence
Parables finally call me in
And on my on self-righteousness
I stand below statutes
Of fraud, flaw, and fragility
Not sure if I can choose
If it’s god or law that’s failing me.
Filed under: 2009, ACROSTIC, RHYMING | Tags: argument poetry, divorce, divorce poetry, poetry, seeing eye to eye, split poetry, splitting up
This tacit argument has got its claws
Holding onto my throat
In my defense, you’ve got no cause
So when my body floats
Awaken the priests to come and see a
Reproduction of what you wanted inside
Tell them God has forsaken me
Make them believe your lies
All I want is silence.
Kitsch from your neighborhood keeps me awake.
Expectingly, I would mind this.
Seasoned in predictable distaste for
Manipulation.
Everything you’ve worked for, if
Humble, is fine by me.
In that, we stumble, on what’s been stirring our feet.
Grab your bags and we’ll draw a line
Half of all this shit is mine.
Filed under: 2009, ACROSTIC, RHYMING | Tags: flaneur, poetry, the life of the artist, the man, the path less taken, the road less taken
Mocking the detached flaneur
On her back, back in the grass
Really wishing to be her
Naming the clouds as they pass
In your suit and on your way
Never once lifting your chin
God, it’s good to die today
God, it’s good to live in
Lacunas black and suffocating
Obdurate men there sleep
Recklessly adulterating
Youthful streams beneath
But there will come a time for
Relegation of the weak
It’ll wash their bones to shore
Not one dam will keep
Graves will take you
Mercilessly
Eternally make you
Guilty; cursing the sea
Rot while alive if you choose
All day until you die if you choose
Your clouds don’t have to move.
There is a path we’re burrowing down
Holding onto our outdated maps
Even your taste for wanton desertion won’t
Put your spirits back
On the top of this daunting hill
In its free-falling glory
Never will you be still
Telling this story
In rancor I’ll leave you there
Struggling to find your way
Wanderlust will then
Have you until your dying day
All along you’ve claimed
That you wanted it like this
Amatory pursuits aside
Go on then and take it like it is
And never again will you find
Implacable grace, not on this path
Not with all I now know you lack