I RATHER DIE--REPOST

CARVED TEARS
FROM SWOLLEN EYES
FALL LIKE BOULDERS
INTO PITS OF EMPTINESS,
CHROMATIC WAILING GNASHED
AGAINST FRAGILE TEETH
CAUSING GRITS
OF AGONY AND DISCONTENT,
FOR ALL THAT I THOUGHT
WAS
IN ALL ACTUALLITY
BECAME NOTHING MORE
THAN FRAGMENTS
UPON DISTANT PEDESTALS


LIVING
WAS NOTHING MORE
THAN MANY ATTEMPTS
TO SURVIVE
GRASPING FOR BREATHS
OF LIFE,
AS SHELTER ERODED
INTO AN ILLUSION
OF BEING SAFE
AND
MAN MADE MACHINES
THAT COOLED AND HEATED
REMAINED QUIET
AS CAPS UPON POLES
UNITED...


DROWNING
IN THE CONSEQUENCES
OF DECISIONS ONE THOUGHT
WISE,
THE STALE AIR
STIFLES ANY HOPE
THERE ARE NO WORDS
LEFT
TO COMFORT
NO
BLADES OF GREEN GRASS
LIKE DREAMS
TO REMEMBER
AND I'M THINKING
I RATHER DIE...


PICKLED PIG FEET
PORK-N-BEANS
KETCHUP SOUP
AND MUSTARD SANDWICHES
WITH A GALLON OF WATER
DRIVES HUNGER
AWAY
AS TASTE BUDS GO INSANE,
AS THE EARLY MORNING
CRICKETS AND TOADS
TASTE GOOD
TO MY EARDRUMS...

ALWAYS AWAY

FROM HOME
BECAUSE
THERE IS NO HOME
NOR FOX HOLE
NO SOLACE
NO SMILES,
NO COMPLAINTS
AND FRANKLY,
ITS ONLY THE VISIONS
IVE SEEN
THAT PERMIT ME TO SAY
I RATHER DIE...
I RATHER DIE...
WHEN I CAN NO LONGER
FEEL THE WARMTH
OF THE SUN
AS I SPEAK TO GOD,
OR FEEL HIS PREVAILING
BREEZES
KNOWING 
I NO LONGER
HAVE TO BATTLE
DEMONS,
ON MY OWN,
OR ENVISION
THE PORTALS FROM WHICH
THE CLOUDS COME,


I RATHER DIE...
THAN TO WISH
AND ENVY
THINGS NOT MEANT
FOR ME
WALLOWING IN PITY
CONCERNING
MYSELF WITH
WHAT OTHERS THINK,
AS THEIR FALSE IDOLS
BECKON ME TO CONCEDE
I RATHER DIE...
REMAINING FREE,
AS SALVATION
EMBRACES
ALL THAT I AM
AND WILL BE ...


I HAVE MIRACLES TO SEE
PRAISES TO SING
AND IF I CAN'T....

I RATHER DIE....









Verbalskillz © 2010

STRAIGHT NO CHASER PLEASE!!!

I REMEMBER

HOW CURTAINS

DANCED THE SALSA

FROM

A HALF OPENED WINDOW

DARING

THE STREET LIGHT

TO COME IN,

PILLOWS EVERYWHERE

STRUGGLING WITH STUFFED ANIMALS

FOR THAT SPECIAL

SEAT

CAPTIVE IN VISE GRIPS

AND RECOILING HIPS

I REMEMBER

THE WHISPER

“LOOK AT ME!”

MY EYES SCREAMED

TO OPEN

BUT

IT FELT SO GOOD

AND I COULDN’T

BECAUSE WHAT DOES

A DROWNING MAN CARE TO SEE

IN ALL THIS

WETNESS

LIKE IN A MARTINI GLASS

SHAKEN,

NOT STIRRED

MAYBE IT WAS

A PRYSMATIC DREAM

THAT MADE ME

WANT TO BE SPENT

LIKE A CHEAP HO…

I WAS SLAPPED

BACK INTO REALITY

AND

HER ALLURING GAZE

HEARING HER WHISPER

AGAIN

“NO…NOT LIKE THAT,

GIVE IT TO ME

STRAIGHT!”

NAILS DRAWING A SLIGHT

TRICKLING OF BLOOD

UPON MY BACK

I BIT HER NECK,

SHE BIT MINE

AND

I STEP OFF A MOUNTAIN

PLUMMETING STRAIGHT

FALLING

INTO THE CENTER

OF HER UNNIVERSE

WHERE WAVE

AFTER CRASHING WAVE

OF HER OCEAN’S MIST

INVADED

THE NIGHT AIR

AND

I BECAME INTOXICATED…

OVER AND OVER AGAIN

I MOANED

GROWLED

UTTERED SOMETHING

I STOOD

ROSE

FELL

I REMEMBER

SIPPING THE IMMORTAL

RESIDUE

OF US

FROM HER CORPULENT GOBLET

OF FIRE

DROOLING

FROM BOTH SIDES 

OF MY MOUTH

WANTING MORE

I SPOON FED HER KISSES

WHILE BASTING IN OUR

INFINITE AFTERGLOW

SHE KISSED ME BACK

AND WHISPERED

“STRAIGHT, NO CHASER PLEASE!”

I REMEMBER---

HER,

BECAUSE NOW SHE IS MY

WIFE…

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