Monday, May 15, 2017

This Ship

I have no Q-O-L, but I can sell my shell
baby rock this beat,
d├ęcor under the heat
gotta command this fleet ...

Rubies are my blood and tears
obsidian repels my fears
never mind the silent jeers...
they be falling on deaf ears

Now you see me
now you don't
for I give it what they won't
'til my clock ceases to tick
I be pulling another
magick trick..

See white rabbits, throw your dimes
'cause my dears, it ain't no crime
to be sailing to a new land -
like a scurvy-ed pirate lady
is this captains' hand ...

but my red tweed coat says I'm free
even if I crawl about 
on my swollen knees,
because baby,
In the end, I'll feel the breeze,
of the land ahoy
and the treasure's tease ...
and it's not for greed, no,

it's the prize at the end of the voyage
it's the catch at the end of the forage,
and your rubies will be mine,
when you are unkind 

for I am a demon slayer
and I've payed, with every layer,
but oppressors, see ya later
As I take this ship to the sky ..

Verse of Blurse is 


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Sunday, January 8, 2017

Firefly away

and glow
I shall cup you
in my hands

though they quiver
you still shine
just a little thing
small and fine

Oh please don't
fly away
please be
in my hands
please stay
and lead me to
the bay
where I can take the ship
and be on my way

oh.. but then
you fly away ...
for I still bear
a ring
and I still have to bring
it up the mountain way..

When will
we feel
the light of day?

Oh, firefly!
away ...

Friday, January 6, 2017

Moonbow, appear

Moonbow, in the dark
I seek you out
like a wounded lark
that sings oh so sweetly
that loves oh so deeply
but without the pain that comes
from knowing
what's missing from
the old hand drum ..

It beats like my heart
it syncopates
it can never restart

In the way it really must
as it's riddled with
toxic dust ...

and in the corner there sat
a dying alley cat
dragged in, from the water, so cold
and whimpering, in pain
"remember to stay gold"

Yes it's breath is weak and ill
as there is
no more thrill
in fighting for what's right
when what's right dictates
one's life ..

will it succumb
to the chill?

this alley cat
is under
the window here..
so, Moonbow, appear!
'cause it is drawing near
it is drawing nearer
and I'm standing on the peer ..

Near the edge
of the lake
so clear
is my fate

On this dark, foggy night
please Moonbow, show what's right
before I lapse, and fall
in this fight ...

Rosie G.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

An evil santa's helper elf

A sadism propensity
Invites a public servant
to taser me
When it's easier
than to learn something new
when it's more fun
to wear
a head kicking shoe
and so when one is on
 low vibrations
devoid of hyper sensations
devoid of compassionate
easily transmittable
to evil itself ..
one becomes like
an "evil Santa"'s helper elf
of what is disguised
as supposedly help
but it's really just a system
that was
by a business
and if you're not a feasible customer
then you can
"to the left"

Where is the dawn

It's a mind barge
an electrical charge
of haunting fear
of what's at large

so powerless when
the rooster and the hen
lay toxic eggs
of demon spawn

and the light that shone
is far further away
than yesterday
than anchored in the bay

and the mood is now cantankerous
in the bleak and foggy night
in the frozen, dismal fight
in the blocking of the moonlight

and here, a loaf of bread
is a challenge to retain
and it is pined for in vain
with little to ease the pain

and the electrical charge singes on
up and down the ribcage
like demon spawn
oh mercy
where's the dawn


Saturday, November 26, 2016

Ship of wolves

no one
hears the sound
not the real sound
of growling wolfs
all around

at my feet
at my neck
at my shoulder
on the deck

where I stand
on this boat
and if I jump in the river...
then I'll shiver
then I'll choke

icy water
I'll choke on the poison
for I have awoken
into hell
this hell on earth

as it seems
and where's the floodlight?
where's the gleam
of hope
nowhere in sight

no, the lights not bright enough
but only faint
as it seems
and in the distance
I can't paddle on
for my existence

for I'm no longer strong
how much longer can I fight
when there seems no end in sight
when most ears and eyes are slight
when the empathies at half mast
remain overcast

the heart of the group
doesn't understand enough
and will only
see cheap demands
rather than the desperately reaching hand
most fail to recognize
the dire need
semi dazed by the modern
virus of greed

maybe no one will hear it
on time
and I will become
another victim
of beaurocratic crimes

that is modern humanity
that drives good hearts
to insanity
will I go like that
or will I be at peace
or will my life take
a longer lease

Now it all hangs in the balance
as I dangle on the bow
of this ship with wolves aboard it
tis the nightmare of the now
and in this, I wonder how
I will jump
when there are no life rafts

it's up to me, to swim
in the cold draft
of the night
where is the light ?
where is the right?
nowhere in sight ..

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Clean the lair

Quell the flames 
of the broken heart
it's time to harvest
grow the art
from the gaslit flames
turned to smoke 
curling into patterns 
'round the spokes
of a bicycle wheel
turning on the game
on the game that did claim
unto acid rain
take it back you will
you must clean the air
fresh autumn chill
to suck the poison from the lair ..
turn it inside out
and then you'll know the way
play the flute
grow it now
and abolish the nay say..
Play, pain, play, 
Rain clean the way.