Friday 24 February 2012

Wisdom

I wrote this a long time ago. Something more like 12/30/2008
It's funny running back into those nonsensical things and still seeing where I got it all from. I consider myself healed. A survivor. Someone who wears the blindfold magnificently. Magnificently.
But I can still see it.

Wisdom

~If you don’t make your moves fast, if you aren’t living life

-Checkmate!-

Quote the killer

~For your grave marker

‘Sweet crying Angel

Made of stone-

If I die…Will you cry?

No!

~Seasons are reasons for you to be to be to be…

-Skirts are short enough to be belts

-Your actions are Halloween witch

-Those blades are ice skates

All around the merry-go-round

November means leaves

-Fall

Turn into fire. Red fire we mean.

~Falling…Falling…Draining!

And blood and money is drained

-Like rivers

In polluted cities

~You got special needs, sure what an excuse

I got a special cure, or something like it

-Sink your teeth in that frothy gal!

~Goldilocks ate deer poop. Life just ain’t chocolate.

~Lovely, when I hiccup

You are thinking of me, Aw sweetie.

…When I think of you

I cough up blood.

~Sir, if you repeat me, Pete

I’ll be forced to take necessary action.

-Off the bridge you go!-

~Psst, I can tell when doodles are having

Orgasms.

~Knock, knock, Come on in

-Bang, Bang-

Testing days are bored days

-Blah, Blah-

Getting rich is the cure baby

-Bling, Bling-

Take that to your mummy

-Secrets, Secrets-

Ain’t you a perty thing

-Screw, Screw-

What blabber you speakin’?

-Whore, Whore-

Stare at shifting foggy nights

-Pills, Pills-

Come on over, Come on in

-Bang, Bang-

~Flowers for me? You shouldn’t have!

Marry you? Me marry you?!

Sure, but why are you wearing white?

Dirty Bastard!

~I believe in blood and gore

Cut me up and kill the

Whore!

~Addresses, numbers, fax

They all require places

-Time?

None of those go well

With an unperceivable ‘sanity’

Which thrives in the mind

Of

I, MySelf, and me and we

~I’m an indulger.

Make me .

As society deems.

Blame me?

Dirty whore you call

Me.

~Bow ties make me go

Sweaty

Hot pants, wanna dance?

~If the world was backward

Everything forward would be

Backward and backward

Would be forward

-So now we love ping-pong

Under the deep blue sea

-So now come meet to fuck

Me.

With my husband

And as you watch yourself

Shoot me

I bleed wine that drunk heroes

Piss.

-We love ping-pong in a

Backwards world

~Wouldn’t it be funny

If a fish fell from the roof?

~Teddy bears make cute toys

But those eyes stare at me

And remind me that a

Child is dead and my child

Is dying because the sky

Is falling

~Do you speak for your friends?

Friends are only people

Who put their eyes in the chalice

-but

Pretty brown eyes

I love you

~If death do us part

Priest?

Why just leave me

Kill me and I don’t bleed

It’s the juice that you spit

In sex

And I won’t die

Because in death do us part

We are me and you

Keeper of the Dead Flowers

The harness around the mirror is cracked,
Blood, bruises, and pain are your better friends.
I'm hardly a consolation.
though i think you like me near

I think I admire your bravery.
I think I admire your blood, bruises, and pain.
I think I wish I could drown.

You could.
But I admire my desire to live more, or hate it.
Unsure. Either way,
I suffer for it.

Because you could drown.
But I'm always drowning.
You just gasp and throw up blood.
I let it live like poison inside.