Bony jaw
And held up chin
How much longer girl?
Squinting eyes,
Split within,
Let the nails unfurl
Black and gold
That smells of sweat;
Polka dots of silk;
Storm of thoughts,
Sudden poise
And everything un-pink
Wounded on the shoulder blade,
The aplomb all but there,
Still she runs under raging skies
And dark gray clouds of fear
The sun is out in another land,
Warmth floats on the sea
The ice is gone, the mist is fading
And she suddenly skims at me
I look back into the midnight thoughts
Of lost composure and vain
And from the mirror, a thousand shards
slice open my pain
A gush of cold come storming out
I sink back in
And start to think
That finally she’s free.
Woman of joy, with a blue scarf around her eyes,
She feels no sting, she feels no pain; She sees nothing in light
Woman of joy, of dauntless ploy,
Fly with the blades of winds, fly out of that blind
Woman of joy, of rigor and coy,
Glide on that steel, without a heed
In my cave, behind the mirror, woman of joy, bury me in peace.
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The baptism of fire.
Crawling through the filth of life,
Expecting the misery to bite,
you walk on.
Struggling to take each breath,
The contours of your face could draw,
Nothing but a tasteless frown.
The impoverished soul can all but watch,
Curse, stab and take a bow,
You stumble.
The moments that promised a hearty mind,
The mornings drenched in silk sunshine,
You lose.
The rage erupts from solemn ashes
The phoenix lives on in tortured minds
You are born.
Hail, the fiendish slave of life,
With Time, greed and religion too
You burn.
The slave begins a journey new
Searching the mocking remnants of life
You are christened.
You are pain, you are mirth,
You are real, you are the fire.
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