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 

Fin. 


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Sunday, January 8, 2017

Firefly away

Glimmer
and glow
I shall cup you
in my hands

though they quiver
you still shine
just a little thing
glimmer-glows
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
 like
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
indefinitely
no more thrill
in fighting for what's right
when what's right dictates
one's life ..

So
will it succumb
to the chill?

Yes
this alley cat
is under
the window here..
so, Moonbow, appear!
please..
'cause it is drawing near
yes
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.