Lying here with you
On this bed stained with sweat
I kiss your face as the spots form
I'm loving you more now than ever
With your fingers tight around my throat

My heart swells for you
And spills forth words of praise like cancer
I sacrifice my soul and mind
On this, the altar of silence
Dare not follow or
Slip
Through madness and desert winds

For just this one day
I'll forgive those who brought God
To the table as an act of love and oppression

I can allow anything if I choose

Bring me the heads of my siren sisters
And the hearts of the whores I loved so blindly
I wish to set their existences free to feel
And to allow them to find closure in the emptiness of death

Did you know that there is a cavern holding my real face?
Have you ever written a poem or prose naked?

Must I continue swimming through blood
Just to reach my place of employment daily?
Must we sacrifice our sons and daughters
On the altars of hatred forever?

I beseech you, oh Kings and Queens
Of each personal universe and reality:
Hug a stranger, love a foreigner,
Show that you're not afraid to love one another

We're all part of the same human race, after all

I hate marijuana
I feel it induces idiocy
I've never enjoyed the numbness of stupidity
Nor have I accepted that fake peace of mind it offers

In this moment of clarity,
I offer my care and compassion to those who ride
This carousel of dreams I splinter through

I am a Sovereign in this world I exist
Nothing can exist beyond what I choose
Only Paula's existence holds weight in my universe
And that's how it shall stay

I live a double life when I work
Nothing is as it seems when I clock in
I leave my happiness and joy at the door
And carry my contempt in with me as I make my wages

Luna hides from me
I am more than just me
I am a god
I am a devil
I am a peon
I am a king

Can nothing stop this
Swill of inebriated talk of love and madness?

On the altar of silence
I offer my hands

A short peace on the shores of the United States

Wow. Brilliant. I want to move this to the special forum. You know what? I will, once it's got it's deserved reads here in miscellaneous.

You have an air of Ginsberg, but without the crudity - you replace it with poeticism. And to think I almost passed this one up.

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder or start a religion

this poem has so much great stuff in it.

"For just this one day
I'll forgive those who brought God
To the table as an act of love and oppression

I can allow anything if I choose

Bring me the heads of my siren sisters
And the hearts of the whores I loved so blindly"

but my favourite line is


"Have you ever written a poem or prose naked?"

This takes the reader on one wild ride! Very fresh and innovative. There were places where I was a bit unsure of what you were saying but I do believe this poem needs a number of reads.

This line shall stay with me:



I just absolutely adored that line and many of the others.

elise