Message from a Dove
Notes of love chirp from a cold stone bloodbath
Jagged flowers thrash about on the path
Musical mouth of a preacher mind-bent
Stop to smell the roses, and feel his wrath.
Harps and flutes sing as his story goes on
Verbal roots grasp to imprison your head
"Follow me or burn" the trumpets join in
Message of faith like needle and thread
"Knock only my door I will show forth more."
Needle of delusion sews shut your will
"Live your life full, you can always repent"
Your choice and value his deceptive kill
Gardens of Waste
Life's choir of purple harmony,
Rings blues from a black chimney.
Erotic dance for the tongue of present,
Fat gut content, money well spent.
Hands of time tick you've only a taste,
Curdled milk ruins, and gardens of waste
Our Self Expression
Whose is the face I speak to?
The I in life is only
To them I am but a face
My heart of blood is lonely
Those who act to guide our lives
They speak and do as they may
These faces don't pay your fare
Reality is your way
Life's a play you and yourself
Actors don't commit their crimes
Flesh faces mimic our selves
Only we each are not mimes
Romeo and Juliet
Alone and cold with her dark thoughts
Destruction, erupts in her head
Mental lava to boil the soul
The tears of pain he will soon shed
Sarcastic message "I love you".
Tucked under the welcome mat
Suicidal revenge from floor nine
Warm meat and crushed bone lay flat.
Fresh scent of death on the front steps
Bleeding face without expression
The crusted paper memory
Where is her desperate last laugh?
Who's the champion?
His long last thought
Where's the freedom
For which he fought
Against his spine
As his chest fell
For the last time
Now he lives
In life he takes
In death he gives
Faith is belief in your own choices.
Choice is dissolved in the light of certainty.
If our choices are true then our thoughts exist.
If our choices are false, then we are not living in reality;
Which is uncertain hell.