Current poems in progress...

What eve is this and will you be there when I wake?
I am bewildered, wings folded, eggshells shattering around me
as nightingales are born.
nevermore.
Born like rest alone a guy in his room, again, unjoin.
Dreams please jail me

I hate this untidy world
with its bail-out Illusions
buying nothing but delusions
and children doomed to debt
if not aborted
the insanity will enslave
truth
while eyes full of ungodliness
refuse to weep
as the flowers on the graves glisten
with fallen soldiers tears
and the essence
sacrificial blood
drifts
forgotten and mocked
into the storm
that too few see coming.
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She is wearing a ring of rose quartz, gold wire
coiled like a weapon of Helen of Troy.
She is telling a fortune, she is getting a sun tan,
as the sweaty oil drips from her like chocolate
and I am not fortunate and I am not hungry, and
I am not Paris and this is too rich.
And I have no ring and her message to me
has no rosey ending and coils round my soul
strangling, like the abduction of innocense.

Love this one. pen
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Love this one. pdg

I could be thinner
when I lower my eyes
I see
where my pain has deposited
its silent voice
I could be a little more unnoticeable
when I walk in a room
I feel
the repulsion
I see in your eyes
reflection of large
non erotic
shame
I am fat
I could be
imperfectly beautiful
if political correctness
will let me avoid
self hate
normalise my size
end bigotry for the big
but damn
life ain't always so pretty
and obesity
ain't always so desperate
to please
the thin minded.
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The world today drains my happiness and hope
A vampiric stain on my innocent throat.
the inked black and white
revails more dark than light
as the world pushes me
ignoring the fate of angels
echoes crash loudly around me
yet, where can I flee

to be anonymous
behind a desk,
make your file and file it.
don't bother painting
chrysanthemums.
don't even notice
the lark.
i got an unexpected bill today
and yesterday i found out
that my contract will not be renewed.
i will not be
anonymous though.
i will split open a melon
with a stainless steel cleaver
and throw you a picnic
with banners and bubbles
and pink lemonade.
you don't need
my advice
to be outstanding
but i need
you to remind me
to stop talking
about work.
God don't you envy virtual reality!

Love it!

What can we learn from the profile of the dead?
Who knows! Guess I'll go campfire some hotdogs instead