every night the destroyer
every morning reborn
never once the betrayer
even after the scorn
so we're touched by a cancer
and we ask what's it for
never once a betrayer
even after the scorn
I love you I love you
you are all that I want
what could be is a treasure
even after the scorn
I love you I love you
in light of all that you are
my love's beyond measure
even after the scorn
Showing posts with label betrayal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label betrayal. Show all posts
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
#poetry - bomb-marked and green
Left bomb-marked and green,
their marriage car.
The villagers all know
what I mean.
Mercury fetched Mars,
When Venus had that glow.
Witness eyes have seen,
but they are not shining
as when water rises clean
but not for drinking.
Venus is the Morning Star
and Saturn found her spinning.
Bomb-marked and green,
the quiet marriage car--
The villagers all know
what I mean.
The gods of Love and War
have nowhere to go
and when water rises clean
they will drown nice and slow.
their marriage car.
The villagers all know
what I mean.
Mercury fetched Mars,
When Venus had that glow.
Witness eyes have seen,
but they are not shining
as when water rises clean
but not for drinking.
Venus is the Morning Star
and Saturn found her spinning.
Bomb-marked and green,
the quiet marriage car--
The villagers all know
what I mean.
The gods of Love and War
have nowhere to go
and when water rises clean
they will drown nice and slow.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
dear sanza
dear sanza
i am trapped in a pyramid of shame.
i went to the nocturne and split myself---
my good sister left my side and took a cab
and left me alone to choose my destiny.
i chose poorly, sanza, and took the hand
that was given me at that ole corral,
you know the place, basto, you remember---
and the man with the hand took me to his place.
he played for me his records and gave to me
his music. i don't know what happened really.
somehow i felt like i was strangling him
or something like that---then i really started
to feel good. i thought of you, ponchi, i did.
but the look on his face finished me, sincerely.
i saw him all trying to fight it and said
oh look look look look---mira!---look!!
amigo was jumping! no kidding, his eyes
were daggers, his nose was crunchy, his
mouth was buckled in, he steamed red,
i burst, ponchi, and screamed your name!
oh why did you go from me, santolito!
he felt so good that shoulda been you,
he fell asleep once i patted his sweaty
head and told him que pollo, papi, que pollo.
i think of you now, sanza, i'm trying to sleep,
but i think of you, wherever you are.
your loving carmelita noche
ps. i swear i'll do it again if you don't come back.
i am trapped in a pyramid of shame.
i went to the nocturne and split myself---
my good sister left my side and took a cab
and left me alone to choose my destiny.
i chose poorly, sanza, and took the hand
that was given me at that ole corral,
you know the place, basto, you remember---
and the man with the hand took me to his place.
he played for me his records and gave to me
his music. i don't know what happened really.
somehow i felt like i was strangling him
or something like that---then i really started
to feel good. i thought of you, ponchi, i did.
but the look on his face finished me, sincerely.
i saw him all trying to fight it and said
oh look look look look---mira!---look!!
amigo was jumping! no kidding, his eyes
were daggers, his nose was crunchy, his
mouth was buckled in, he steamed red,
i burst, ponchi, and screamed your name!
oh why did you go from me, santolito!
he felt so good that shoulda been you,
he fell asleep once i patted his sweaty
head and told him que pollo, papi, que pollo.
i think of you now, sanza, i'm trying to sleep,
but i think of you, wherever you are.
your loving carmelita noche
ps. i swear i'll do it again if you don't come back.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
