I want to know if you can taste it...

That guile riddled poison pouring from your lips.

Does it stain your tongue and corrode your teeth?

Or have you gained immunity

With every vile lie you've swallowed with pride?

You are whispering obscenities,

And splattering walls with your filth.

You are seeping poison from your pores,

And begging me to savor your skin.

You are spilling lies like truth in glass cups

And urging me to drink.

But I have no taste for it, my dear.

I have no taste for it.

#poetry #freeverse

Primative...

I was unwanted

called serpentine

a prima donna

of primates....

thunderstruck

in the garden plot

where certain bipeds

were once weeded up...

with faith on the palate

from a lone guarantee:

“That the first shall be Last;

and the last shall be First.”

but how, what, or why?

I query to coil & unravel

knowing something

is within me....deep

if I could but

sink some teeth

in to describe...

how I’d draw that Life Blood

I’ll never have enough of...

I am the First

condemned

and the Last

for sacrifice...

I’ve prayed for me

...and on my sanity...

I’ve crawled from Void

returning belly up

back to the In-fin-not

no parable to unparcel

from this scaly muck...

just the loss of a mind

dumbstruck

with consciousness

buried by doubt

...as human pain

in the grass

#SnakeInTheGrass #Challenge

to be raw and bloody elegance

to expose flesh under dainty fingertips

to sweat the daily two cent sense

to sow and sew and reap and rip

to measure to all the measures a woman was ever measured

to then conquer all ideas of man as well

to pack away the paper walls of people quite assured

to be the girl that ascended, flew, but never fell

to search for not reigning gold, nor raining silver, but working bronze

to know to taste the sweet in stars and the blood in salt

to somehow be queen and bishop and knight and pawn

to never faint at heart for those who never faint at fault

One day I'll make my final passage

Moving through a green landscape

Men carrying my body along the corpse road

The Reaper I couldn't escape

As I lay in my soft coffin

Away from home my feet will point

I'll be lowered into the ground

Upon my head gravel and mud will anoint

Bystanders will watch

As into the soil I'll disappear

Having completed my journey along the corpse road

Into my final resting place I'm now there

When my life is over

Upon my toe they'll hang a tag

My eyes have been eternally shut

As they place me inside a body bag

My breath has stopped

Won't be able to pull one last gag

My tongue is forever silent

As I am placed inside a body bag

I'll lay there without any movement

No longer able to salute my flag

From this life my soul has left

As I am placed inside a body bag

Beware green clovers,

They'll steal you away,

Under neon lights,

Beyond sun's rays,

Betting on enchanted lands,

Miniature castles in starlit sand,

Sailing fortune's misty miles,

Leprechauns dancing, tricksters' smiles.

I remember a girl,

She'd smile at the sun,

Laugh when she fell,

Never asking for too much,

Always dreaming but still living,

She was kind but naive,

Saw the world in shades of light,

Forgetting there was darkness.

She saw beauty in the pain,

Love where there was none,

Gave second chances without thinking,

Drew flowers and swans,

Put smiles on childrens faces,

Playing for hours,

Never tiring, never stopping.

She was a small star,

Shining light on those around her,

But as they cast their shadows,

She slowed down and found pain,

As the scars formed,

Her light was hidden,

Gradually, it diminished piece by piece,

So she hid the last spark away,

Protecting the last reminder that she once glowed.

With the light,

Her trusting nature dimmed,

Warmth was replaced by wall of ice,

Shielding her heart from hurt,

Morning came with sleep,

Silence came with falling,

She dreamt to escape,

For in her fantasies she shone like the star she had once been.

This world feeds on light,

Until only darkness and shadows remain,

In artificial, distant illumination,

Trying to protect innocence as it grows,

While tainting it with the lack of their own.

We have made a grave mistake within society.

We have chosen wrong indeed.

We voted for a president,

Whose agenda appears to supersede.

Forget all hopes of misconception,

For this is truly happening.

And now we must chant and pray,

For this is almost maddening.

I may be Russian, but I'm unconventional Russian. My parents grew up in the Soviet Union, but that does not make them akin to the villain in the movie you just saw. The Russians are not the automatic enemies of the Americans.

Even if a comment is not intended toward me, I still feel hurt when the Russians are mocked or made to be the worst antagonists of the beautiful United States. What has that beautiful country done recently?