-saiom shriver-
BLEATING
In her flesh is the agony
of the lamb's fight for life,
her bleating
In her 'juice' are the
fat and uric acid
of her bleeding.
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HOME AS PRIORITY
Those with libra, cancer,
or taurus planets are the
most likely to make
a clean home a priority.
LILY GILD
The plant weaves
its lilygild.
Its only desires..
rain and sunfire.
MAY THERE BE MORE FATHERS LIKE THIS
His mother told us
that Matt was reading
Charlotte's Web
to their child growing
in his mother's womb.
SILENT STARS
Tree choppers send
caterpillars live
through a chipper.
Long lines fishing boats
cut off dolphin flippers.
Mowers shred the fabric
of blooming ladies' slippers.
Sheep freeze when too soon
the fleece removed by clippers.
Jockeys who bet on races
more likely horse whippers.
Whales killed by pollution,
sonar, and shippers.
For cinnamon some kill
the plant as barkstrippers
Sturgeon cut open for
caviar
by modern fishermen rippers
who don't care that
the sturgeon have no zipper.
For topiary, plants
mutilated by
gardening snippers.
All of this happening
beneath the Big Dipper
1st draft
BABY BOYS
Baby boy chicks
in San Diego sent
alive through
a chipper
and in Iowa
they are
sent through a crusher
as do the rich
and religious haters
send the poor
into profit sired wars.
http://mercyfroanimals.org/hatchery
AMENDING A COMMANDMENT
A certain cows' milk
company in our area
manufactured milk
crates which
said "Thou shalt not
steal" to which we
wished to add
"their babies' milk
from mother cows".
CASTRATED PLANTS
Seedless are
some watermelons
and limes,
grapes and clementines
Human manipulation
is plant castration.
CLUTTER
Clutter is sometimes
crystallized sadness,
or fear,
sometimes an ethical
decision to recycle,
or maintaining a warehouse
for those in need,
or simply someone
who doesn't have
enough time in the day
for all the work he does.
futuristicallyyours.com
UNIVERSAL PASSWORD
The master key unlocking all doors is love.
The eternal password opening all secret places
is love.
The answer to all questions is love.
The solution to all problems is love.
The way out of all mazes is love.
*
(My muse: tommy ohalloran's poem 'god')
http://allpoetry-classic.com/poem/11837441-god-by-purple_wings
GODGILT
Often criticism is
projected guilt...
we haven't forgiven
ourselves and fail
to see the
other as God-gilt
*
The Course In Miracles says the messages we give to others are
first meant for ourselves....
EDITING POE
"And my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted" - EVERMORE
FROGPRINCE
He's a princebound frog
in training to leave for
the palace
from the slimy bog
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NOT RIPPING THE UNRIPE
Why should I rip
from tree fruit unripe.
Let it fill slowly
and swell with rain.
Why should human beings
hurry relationships
which unfold
gradually, peacefully
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DECEMBER 28TH: THE FEAST OF THE HOLY INNOCENTS
December 28th:
the feast of the Holy Innocents
.. those 2 year old baby boys
slaughtered by Herod
in his mad search for the little
Jesus..
December 28th.. when little
baby trees.. slaughtered
.. begin to show up on the curb
their resident flightless
baby birds and squirrels
long smashed or scattered
other trees' green flesh turned
into ephemeral wrapping paper
and Christmas cards
.... forests shattered
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Picking a spot on my body
to make my cuts today.
There are so many
places I can choose from,
so many places that I've already cut on.
Maybe I'll cut on my hand,
maybe on my palm.
Maybe on my wrist,
maybe on my arm.
Maybe on my stomach,
maybe on my waistline.
Maybe on my thigh,
maybe on my legs.
Maybe on my ankle,
maybe on the insides of my thighs....
Maybe where my underwear can cover,
hell, It's not like I haven't cut there before...
There are so many places
on my body
that I can take a blade to
and draw my art.
One cut here,
another cut there...
maybe a big one here,
and a small one there.
Cut, cut, cut, cut
my head screams to me,
my hands beg of me,
my blade calls to me.
I'm picking a place on
my body,
a spot to make a new cut,
a new piece of art...
Where will I pick today?
walking through a smokey fume.. in this sealed up dark room..
I saw your eyes bleeding blue.
going up, going down. spin spin around & around
falling to my knees, calling out to God, please
save me from this crucifixion
cut the ties to lifes addictions
spit up the lies you fed, on which I choked
climbing up these ropes
running away from the hoax
insanity, the only word she knows.
deep in the dungeon, I go plunging
searching for the meaning
intervening, I come between two scales..
a lions head with three flaming tails.
i'm not like this.. you're leading me to be crazy..
one day i'll run, forever away from you, maybe...
like the speed of light, in a flash, little hazy.
there's more for me then this demonic plague..
there's more to life then constant conviction.
wrists are shaking & those screams begin to take a toll..
driving round this winding road..
i'm done with your pitiful smold of an existence..
don't act like you know what i'm missing.
so here I plant my feet in the ground, not bending for you now
never again will I twist or turn
because bitch, you've got so much to learn.
.........
honesty can, and
has been known
to strangle
arteries of
bleeding love
that feed a
beating heart,
but flowers
that never reach
their intended
destination
only leave their
scent.
to live half
of a life
is like
not even
living at all,
but the seeds
of dying flowers
disagree.
5:48 PM 8/1/2013 ©
.......
I'm sorry about my burden, how I'm so wrong,
And how I'm so stupid with all that I do.
I'm sorry about the way I am, I dont belong.
I'm sorry that I never at all deserved you.
But you can't see this part of me I'm hiding,
That's so crudely hidden under what you see?
I'm sick of crying, and I can't keep on trying,
Without you I'm worthless, you are so free.
You're my antidote that gets me past every day,
You're the one to always save me from my agony.
I wish I could show you I can't live this way.
I wish I could show you my sorrowful blasphemy.
The infectious pain quickly tears me apart,
And shatters my will within a few words.
I feel so helpless, I wish I could restart,
And go back to when I wasn't such a coward.
You're my lost antidote, come cure this poisoning;
Come reverse me, turn me to my former being.
Please stay forever and keep me from maddening,
And keep me from the edge, stop the bleeding.
CRACKED, SHATTERED, FUCKING BATTERED.
your cold eyes are like a knife coiling through my heart, & from the very start I knew you were ill intentioned.
manifesting hate & digging it into others like it's their own fault...
& your compliment was a penalty..
then you proclaim, that i'm not how you'd like me to be.
i'll rip this knife from my chest & show you I know myself best.
melancholy self destruction, the world around me spiraling into more corruption..
when will Jesus come & be my abduction..?
to free me from this ever-traveling fog..
saliva like venom.. taste just like a bleeding throat infection..
if my feelings were in a needle, i'd give you the injection.
the effects would prove to be quite unexpected.
your vision may experience some clarification..
your body will crave detoxification.
maybe you would stop harming yourself, & run towards perfection..
instead of feeding off of the sickness itself..
“Pitch black all around
Was how my life looked
Until you came into it
And brought me light.”
Nah, that’s too cliché
How about:
“I was just fine
Before I met you
And I didn’t even like you much at first
I thought you were cute
But I didn’t like your attitude
Yet you grew on me
Like a rose growing onto a stone wall
But the closer I got to you
The more I could feel the heat of a fire out of my control
It wasn’t that you loved me
It is just your personality
To burn those closest to you
But I couldn’t leave
I had fallen for the flames
And though I sometimes danced in your inferno
I couldn’t help but to come out burned
We’re opposites, you and I
For where you burn
I am ice-cold
So it didn’t hurt me when you left
Not as much as you would’ve felt
But I still want you back
It’s not a pain
But an ache
And the only thing that can melt my heart,
That can teach me to love again
Is you.”
Swirling phantasms all around me
Death and life both in accord
Time is years in seconds counting
And yet no time I can afford
A flash, a face
A twinge of feeling
Just a second
Sends my heart reeling
The old scars
I thought were healing
Suddenly open
And start bleeding
I can’t take it
My heart breaks
All I want is your embrace
Please come back
Don’t leave me here
Don’t leave me to the void I fear
Time is fading, eternity ending
Daylight’s footfalls at the door
Reaching out so you can save me
Just a dream, nothing more.