Month: June 2021

A quiet horror hides a dark sense of humor
Knock, knock whose there? Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary who? Mary in the mirror!

There are angels and devils, soil and shovels
Saved, to be saved
There are headstones and halos, wings and horns
The risen, depraved

While you pray to God I wish for evil for you

People of the lie deny their darkness
Hark! Hark! The herald angels sing
Angels sing for whom? Mary in the manger!

No room in your INN, or in your heart
Diabolists
Bring Black Swans and bile, real remorse
Scares your wits

While you pray to God I wish for evil for you

Purgatory helps you find your guilt
Before you go to heaven or to hell
I wish you evil on a black draped stage
A brush with death, a limb that’s maimed
An axe that misses your neck
Better than a corpse that forgets

Fumbling regrets, a life of lots
Fumbling regrets, a life of lots

Mary’s chopping block!
Mary’s chopping block!
Mary’s chopping block!
Mary’s chopping block!

While you pray to God I wish for evil for you

So this was a long time coming

I hope to get it all out no thumbing

I’ve been trapped for a while

But in the midst I compiled a file

Great enough to bring this to the light

Sorry it’s not about to be bright

I lost way to much to be nice

One mistake and I paid the ultimate price

Fuck that call me a monster

Fuck that bottle call my sponsor

6 days I spent behind bars

Isolated from the world, hoping to be salvage like old cars

Love me yeah that was the joke, sent me to hell

Just to think you sent your husband to jail

I have never been this honest yet it’s time

Nervous at first but the mountain I was ready to climb

What’s to hurt they took everything yet you smile

Even when I was stripped bare, you no where close to carry the Mile

Vulnerable and weak he became a first yet you still sat high

Allow lemme bring you down,fuck them tears please cry

“I love you”

Yet you left me to rot

Sleeping my days on that cot

Not knowing when I’m seeing daylight, trapped

Theses mofos taking a story with no background, capped

For a while I hid this from the world yet I needed an escape

This whole time my wife should’ve been the gape

Right my wrong knowing there’s a look over yonder

Yet I did no wrong so there’s nothing left to ponder

Make me the beast give me my mark

Let me go trying to set off and leave the Clark

Important enough to turn heads

But our situation damn near involved the feds

Ooops I’m giving too much yet not enough

So take this and don’t call my bluff

More to come I have plenty trust

We’ve yet to get to the middle, tip toeing on the crust.

To feel your tender body touching mine
Is a sweet feeling that is simply divine
I love the touch of your arms around me
It makes me feel happy I want all to see
Our tender love is both strong and true
With our never feeling down and blue
Just to hold your hand in mine so tight
Makes everything in my life feel right
When we kiss your lips feel like wine
The feeling from this is quite divine
Just walking along with you, my love
It makes me know there is someone above
No one could ever love me as you do
Whenever I’m with you, I am never blue
We were made for each other, that’s for sure
And I know I will love you forever more

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Be positive, not negative, positive thoughts lead to positive results.

I met an old and mellow writer who spoke of artesian wells and anonymity,
his calligraphy was luminous,
his blotting paper lay unused.
The sugarcane juice was relegated to the back burner
so emerged the blue note that side stepped into a bebop.
His caramelized typewriter turned a mint green.
Outside, the amphitheater looked spectacular in the moonlight,
he sang- Let the wheels of rhapsody keep on turning.

I smashed a bird once
With a barbaric rock –
Tiny little thing, just
Fluttering on the ground
With a broken wing.

It would never fly again,
Let alone sing.

I’ll never forget
The look I got
As Schrodinger’s bird
Looked me dead in the eye –

He was afraid of me,
More likely what I represented.
Yet grateful…

His eyes never left mine.
His image’s still imprinted there.

I had no malice to the bird,
And wished it could have been different.
Did we both regret…?

It was all over quick.

He didn’t ask why.
I think he understood.

A child puts her doll to bed. Tell me a story, says the doll. You always say that, says the girl. Tell me a story, the doll repeats. Go to sleep you two, says her father from the light underneath the bedroom door. You’re my best friend, whispers the girl to the doll, hugging it as she falls asleep. The doll grows bigger from all this love, its feet hanging off the edge of the bed. You must stop growing, says the girl, so we can stay friends. I want a glass of water, says the doll. Lights off you two says her father. The doll gets up early, eager to get to work. I’m hungry, says the doll upon arriving home. Let’s play a game, says the girl. I want to go to bed, says the doll. Exhausted from the day’s events, the doll turns off the bedroom light and quickly falls asleep. The girl lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Stop that, says the girl to the doll’s looming shadow on the ceiling, covering her best friend’s body with her favourite yellow blanket. A short struggle ensues. Go to sleep, says the girl. You always say that, gasps the doll.

Let me caress thy fruitful hands
We shall reside in remote strands

No more sorrow, gloomy thoughts
On thine joy me set my sights

Be my Venus, my coy mistress
Soon be yours all fleur-de-lis

In thee me trust daringly
With thee me boat ardently

Born in winter we both know
Horns meant jointly to grow

Erupt thy anger neath my waves
Rock this quietude, roll in raves

Me doth faint if thou be gone
In me sorrows tend to dawn

Seems me doth know thee for aeons
Thy name presage all good signs

Let be our tryst upon these waves
Thou sate my heart with thy curves

Me to gently touch thine heart
Thou to curl up nigh, mine tart

How frantic me thirst thy labia!
Shall me lip thy rosebud tuna?

Mayst breeze waft us far astray?
With thee each day my heyday

May thou be my lost soul mate!
Me daresay thou arte my date

Me won’t ever let thee down
Me tend no harm for my fawn

Long be thy breaths fresh ‘nd warm
Just like daily shine on farm

Thou sun, thou sea, days and nights
Me thine Aurora, northern lights!

Let me in thy thoughts, thy mind
Thou arte Venus, nice and kind

Whence has come thy hot scent?
That me have turned this fervent

For me thou arte unknown qualia
As thy red seen psychotria Elata

Though mine heart ticks way sickly
Thine eyes canst wind it soundly

Have me enchained in thy clique
Thy hands fondle when me sick

Me care for thee carefully
In thee me trust instantly

Thy presence is that warm light
That brings life and covers the night

Will me have and end for you?
Ma doubt ever me leave you

Me adore thy hands and thy thumbs
Moving on mine heart their thrums

I got locked out one night when no one else was home,
I must have lost my key so I’ll spend the night alone;

A painting of a lion standing proud and tall,
Fiercely smiled at me and dared me through the hall;

Doors open and doors close as I stagger down that hall,
No one wants to let me in to feel safe within their walls;

Each room is dark and cold yet I’d die to go inside,
When they come to hunt me down I’ve got nowhere to hide;

I might outrun them for a while but someday I’ll have to sleep,
And they’ll be right in back of me I’m the meal they’ve longed to eat;

I close my eyes, my body shakes I take off down the hall,
I see my goal, my eyes are set on the lion down the hall;

My heart is pounding as I reach the golden frame,
The demons are behind me but the picture’s not the same;

The lion got real hazy but the picture is much clearer,
I must be going crazy all along it was a mirror.

I could have the strength to win this fight; If I die, I’ll die proud;
So I turned and lashed with all my might, with my mighty roar aloud;

All my life I faced my fears and felt so weak and small,
While all that time I never knew the lion down the hall.

If I look back at my past
It makes me cry too fast
Because there were kids constantly
Bullying me psychologically
And still thirty years later
I couldn’t get it over
I just wanted to forget
Everything that made me upset

Surprisingly I succeeded
Lived that time as a common teen
It was all that I really needed
Though friends troubles in between

Suddenly found out my path
Music was my life career
But inside it was my wrath
Due to rejections, it became a fear

Then, in the middle
I got a sickness
No more giggle
Add more weakness

So, here I am
My life so far
Such a damn!
There’s still a scar

Don’t you worry
If you ask
A bit blurry
I wear a mask
….

@edwinaworld