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Protected: The Censored Poem | Secrets of a Poet Spy
Comments Off on Protected: The Censored Poem | Secrets of a Poet SpyMarch 20, 2012 / Verses -
To The Lion
Comments Off on To The LionMarch 14, 2012 / VersesKiss me hard before I go.
I just want you to know
That love, you were the one.All of Lithmore was telling me
I should move on
But loving you forever
Couldn’t of been so wrong.
I’m waiting on the other side
Singing your song.
Because you’re not here,
I’m not ready to move onEvery time I close my eyes,
It’s like a dark paradise
I’m waiting for you to join me
On the other sideThere’s no remedy for your memory,
Your smile is like a melody
It won’t leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and
Telling me that everything will be fine
But I wish you were dead.All my friends ask me
How I stay strong and
I tell them when you find
true love it lives on
And that’s why I wait here
For you to come. -
Here’s a little lion and…
Comments Off on Here’s a little lion and…March 3, 2012 / VersesHere's a little lion and
what does he dream about, I
wonder as over his
flock (silently with
eclipsed eyes) he watches and waits.We are not the same you and I
darling. Because my blood can sing
(and does this with each your breath).Therefore we'll kiss, if
for maybe what was, disappeared
into ourselves. Let pitiless fear play and
if anything happens that can't be done
the stupidest knight will almost guess
there's nothing as something as two.now, I love you and you love me
(and this book is shutter
than any book can be)
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In Spite of Everything
Comments Off on In Spite of EverythingFebruary 29, 2012 / Here & Now, VersesIn spite of everything, this war
which stands, changing delicately everything and spreads
I still exist. I still breathe.
Bravely, of course
(you do not hear the sobs)
for,
my love.
I really should of been eating. That took everything of me.
All my strength.
All my fortitude.
All my willpower.
All my everything.I knew my error the moment she stepped towards the furnace. No I lie. I knew it the moment the words passed my parched lips. I had said too much. Taken it too far. And sometimes the truth just isn’t what people want to hear. Especially when it concerns family. Always when it comes to family.
But in my defence: a lack of food, and spending my time in a small putrid cell, gagged, blindfolded and bound brings with it a certain level of insanity. And I certainly had that a plenty.
I know. I know. Not eating. Not my brightest ideas. Down right stupid really. How could I have thought that making myself –weaker– would aid me in this at all. I think I just.. gave up several weeks ago. Again. I blame my own insanity brought about by this foul place. Why am I not fighting this. Not truly fighting. I am letting it happen. I swear Adumbral I will not go down without a fight.
My fiery foot now loans me more pain than you can possibly imagine. Like a thousand fires tearing through my leg all at once. I know I don’t have long. My body is too weak. And I can feel the fever now at the edges of my mind. Fighting to take over. I keep it at bay with this wine. Just. I feel my insides heating up.
I want to talk to the one that put me here. I have sent him word, let’s see if he is brave enough to face me. Eye-to-eye. What kind of man are You?
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Fading
Comments Off on FadingFebruary 1, 2012 / Here & Now, VersesCan the Owl feel my fury? See my blood as it boils in my veins?! How frustrating to not get the satisfaction of finding my flesh connecting with his. How embarrassing. My rage obscures. I miss. His betrayal hurts me like no-other. Surprising. Shocking even. I miss him. I truly don’t like sleeping alone. His presence alone is enough to fend off the hanging nightmares that plague my dreams.
Perhaps the Wolf is right. They are Lithmorran. They can never hope to understand. They will betray. Lie. Not to be trusted. But who then? Where can my loyalties lie ? Who is worthy of my trust?
The Ox loathes me. And still, I can’t help shaking off the want that I don’t want to want.
The Rat turns his back to me, eager to learn how to fly. I drag him down. I let him go. Maybe it will be good to see if he can soar.
The Snake. Oh, the snake. You are another kettle of fish altogether. I really don’t know what to do, or make of you. Slippery. I want to push you. Test you. Play with you.
The Bird. You lend me your secrets. And you bear mine. Neither of us looking at each other quite the same. Tip-toeing around each other now, both wishing we had never said a word. Wondering if the other will betray.
Wolf in sheeps clothing. I still wonder what manner of creature you are. I think I know. I wonder if you know I know? I am a little scared.
My nomadic mind.
It can’t think straight.
The wine made it worse.
But there was just a little taste..
Truly I am not drunk. (I can’t be)
But my silent protest.
At the world.
And all of those around me.
At myself.
And the injustice of it all.
Goes un-noticed.
I bleed out.Meow?
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To the Fire (II)
Comments Off on To the Fire (II)January 30, 2012 / VersesIt would seem that you’re no good at deceit
It would appear that you lie and you cheat
Want to shriek to the beings in the corner
Want to howl because it feels like tortureSpare me your weak apologies
I don’t care for the way they make me bleed
Can’t find a reason and you won’t explain
You’ll be sorry if It happens againLet’s make a deal or I’ll hurt you, you know.
George
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To the Fire
Comments Off on To the FireJanuary 30, 2012 / VersesAttackers at Terce
And they’re falling out of the skies.
They want to shut my identity off
And cut me down to size.But I can’t see the end of my fingers now
and I just can’t feel my toes.
None of my gloves will fit me any more,
My FURY expands and my body BLOWS.Attackers at Complina,
It’s sword versus dagger
But if they want to cut me down in flames
They better be set to stagger!I can see the whites of YOUR eyes
Oh no, it’s the venomous soul
An exercise and pinocchio lies
But that’s the way it goes.Attackers at Vesperam
YOU want to kick your way to my heart
If a picture paints a thousand words
then doodles talk about too much.I need a new drug!
Attackers at Complina
Still finger paint in mud.
If you want to talk about some art,
I’ll teach you how to draw some blood. -
To the Wind
Comments Off on To the WindJanuary 29, 2012 / VersesOh, I can’t believe my eyes
But still it’s no surprise
To see the things they’re saying now.
Oh I can’t believe my ears
The things everyone hears
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Waking up.
Comments Off on Waking up.January 28, 2012 / VersesHello my friend. It’s morning time to wake now.
Your body and mine, entwined we’ll have to break now.
But I want your flesh, your warmth to stay beside me.(Chris Knox)
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Desire
Comments Off on DesireJanuary 28, 2012 / VersesIt’s such a grave release. Feelings slip away.
It’s getting old and thin and grey
because it’s a craven, sudden, adolsecent ….. screeaaaam.
I’m in HIS arms tonight. But in truth it’s not so great.
It doesn’t totally dictate the way I act, and think, and talk and write and DRINK.
But I will never lose, the male view point that I love.
How every woman can be a turned into a wraith, that he deserves, as if I …. wriiiitheee.It is such a grave release.