Glass Staircase: March 2011

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Knave

Million dollar missile streams

Coat the air as black shadow dancing

Rafts a pond of lucid dreams

Swinging knives in an unconscious state

Excerpts from war bombs & hand grenades

- Took the bait

Cheers & shouts of deathless mutilation

Captured by ransom & introspection

Rulers from out of country

No kings no queens nor dauphins

Inured soldiers sweating bullets

Trapped like tar clothed dolphins

Coveted freedom wanted so badly

It glows lambent

Native tongue neighboring the eccentric

Heroes have become disfigured

Lepers begging to be mentored

Grotesque reality just as common

As extraordinary

Dead as black shadow dancing

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Saturday, March 26, 2011

Quiet Writhe

Innocence pours

Against the distant pores of mother nature

Realization of mommy and daddy being distant lovers

Unnoticed like a fly on the wall

Obvious like a new born's first palm print in the sands of time

As life goes on,

The glossy eyes are dry

Yells and screams died down & the rooms are quiet

Hugs & kisses fill the air

Like all those noisy nights were silent

Scars removed,

Toys are nice & bright

Mommy's wounds are deep

But at least she knows she raised him right

Through a child's eyes

He's invincible

But doesn't know what love is

Especially on those days when he felt invisible

Though time heals most

He'll never forget

Sometimes it's hard to remember when you're heaven sent

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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Creation of Skeleton

The dead the alive the diamonds

they survived

The slaves the prisoners the raves

they celebrated

The eagle the night the sky

they danced

The hero the villain the victim

they merged

The dumb ass the teacher the stubborn

they learned

The genius the ignorant the minion

they taught

The artist the tree hugger the archaeologist

they created

The leader the wall the guards

they fell

The peeping tom the girl the onlooker

they understood

The killer the boy the saviour

they changed

The man the woman the child

they loved

The predators the angels the demons

they walked

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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Abstract Love

I put my feet on the ground where they belong

I move my mouth to sing another sad song

Purple flowers and a weeping tree

Arranged so beautifully and the sun so pale while

The homeless are talking of fine wine

And cherry cocktails

I get a little smile on my face

And I can feel a change

And I can feel the same

I want to hold that abstract love

I want to taste that abstract love

I want to feel that abstract love

I want to have that abstract love

Sometimes I want to catch an eye

And see but I'm to shy to look pass me

So I just keep on walking down those endless,

Endless streets

Towards a flower bed to lay my aching head

And go to sleep and dream of perfect pillows on the sea

When I feel alone, but I was standing all a long

I want to hold that abstract love

I want to taste that abstract love

I want to feel that abstract love

I want to have that abstract love

When their sun is born and my nights arrive

I can touch the sky made of blacks blues and whites

I know I have that abstract love

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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Corrupt

Picture by Fee Easton

A princess

She:

Endeavored in smoke rings

& used syringes

She,

Ghostly translucent figure

Nothing left but the veins

Between her toes & her fingers

She,

Rode the devil's dick

Heard her scream as

She, cums

On love on life

On all she had that was once "perfect"

She,

Wore the crown of innocence

But her boring teenage years

Filled with fear were over

Her long legs were persistent

She,

Laying on the gums

Her grounds were breaking

With each breath of decaying enamel

Slowly cracking

She,

The teeth that bit her tongue

Now in the palms of her hands

Along with the tar of her last cigarette

She,

Putrid body was impeccable

Now seeing truth

Blurred,

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Saturday, March 5, 2011

A Mother's Poem

Sweet midnight burgundy blooms

Like lilies over cornstarch skies

A light mist of snow dusts the air

And floats upon delicate petals like rain

Water flowing through natural hair

Beautiful fields of autumn colors

Catch light like a painter's canvas

Streams of black red navy blue & chocolate

In the darkest hue

The strength of lemon yellow

Gentle like grass green

Mother's touch like babies breath

Caresses like soft words

Against a child's chest

Love so effortlessly

Loving so effortlessly

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Masterpiece

The beatings of the naked

Inspired by:

Kissing pussy-lips, freaks, murderers,

Men with switching hips, whores

And other shadows over shadowed

By our inner-most thoughts of puzzle pieces

And spawning the most beautiful image

Everybody knows exactly what God wants:

He loves the sound of preachers

Making others afraid of themselves

Killing the poison child

(God always has his arms open for more angels to hold)

And telling faggots to close their assholes

Common is a masterpiece

Creaters making art of hate

Their reason:
The man behind Heaven's Gate.

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