All it takes to be beautiful
All it takes to be beautiful
Stand in heels, proving you're not really that tall
Cinch your midsection, showing you're not really that thin
Push up what's sagging, displaying what you really don't have
Paint what does not glow, straighten what curls, perfume what offends
All to exhibit the real you
or,
Forget about what others want to see, only reveal what is worth viewing
Lure those worth luring with intellect and skills that do not diminish with age
Make your first impression lasting
Smile only when a smile is deserved, not expected
All to disclose the real you
Gift of the Lost
Shallow image
Shallow love
Truth is but a word;
A morsel devoured
a jewel in the maw
a pearl before swine.
Better yet, a blade
wrought of cold metal
wielded by brethren
cutting down their kin.
Tool of the vicious
Gift of the lost
It rips across the heart
and hark we not
the resounding image in the deep
seeing no reflection
but true lies of false truth
For who are we
but what we make ourselves to seem?
And who is so great of reach
as may touch this glitt’ring thing?
Hardly is his hand below the water
but proclaims he dredged the mud
The shallow image of shallow love
Reflections of echoes
None may touch or deem
For thus are we ourselves:
the failure to redeem.
Truth is but a word
The throat swallows
The kindred fall
Tool of the vicious
Gift of the lost
Father-Bones
Threshold
Reversal
Tipping point
Father raped Mother
Made her into a Demon
He became stone, while
She went underground
Here are the chimerical children
Born again, now as in the beginning
Though he see it not, know it not
Father made up laws,
Holding himself exempt
Placing nets over the corpse
Forgetting he knit neither
Father in the River
makes his body rigid
His arrogance;
Father forgets his bones will break
First, Mother did knit his flesh
Now he believes she is done away
He is reached his pitch
Of strength and influence
Seeming to grasp all things
Seeming to cover all things
Father believes he will live forever
Father believes he is the highest law
Father forgets his bones will break:
They must, for he makes his body rigid.
Just at his pitch of strength,
Father is at the point of death.
The point of death. Watch him as he falls.
Watchful, now, for the time is at hand.
Threshold
Reversal
Tipping point
We who know these things welcome home our Mother
and do not fear her rage.
Come back into thy body.
We laugh in the face of the Father.
He is no better than a child.
War Is Indeed A Racket
We find ourselves
Tossed about
On the howling wind
Of an unwanted war
Promulgated by politicians
For their banker friends
Missiles fly
Bombs explode
As the war machines of
The Industrial
*** Military
*** Complex
Violently
Plow through
Blood soaked
Fields of battle
Harvesting
The lives of men
Who would have
Preferred to
Be alive
The War We All Fight
Porcelain bodies flung against a cold, white wall.
Frail and silent voices, drowned out by the wind.
Oh Savagery, whom will you take from me today?
Hopeful voyages, onward to reclaim our humanity.
An exposed heart, still beating, feasted on by a dozen of leeches.
Oh Lust, what will you take from me today?
A room filled with eyeless faces, profiles barely human.
Apparitions of Hadean origin roaming aimlessly between dimensions.
Oh Despair, whom will you take from me today?
Valiant spirits erased with one violent strike.
Abominations hunted down and slaughtered.
Oh Hatred, what will you take from me today?
Nobody is safe.
Nobody is beautiful.
Nobody will hear.
Don't you dare run, don't you dare die. What are we supposed to do?
Who will guide us?
Who will save us?
Who will kill us?
Don't you dare speak, don't you dare fall silent. What are we supposed to do?