Love's Mother

Okay, Mandy gets all credit for the last line of this poem (cause I know she'll demand it if I don't give it to her, lol).



Intellectual intercourse cannot penetrate
Our black and red existence;
Every dictated error a murder not committed

Until hearts understand the semantics of the spirit
And the schematics of the soul,
Making two schisms three.

Pieces of torn souls,
Broken spirits
And cracked hearts

Are a poisonous potion –
Bottled rage is potent but painful,
So don’t forget to make me cry.

Repentance grants no redemption,
But basking in your anger
Is painless penance,

Discovering perspective
And soaring towards salvation
In a euthanasia state of mind.

The Green Heart

I have decided to blog once more. You will notice, I have deleted a lot of crap, and it is my pleasure to annouce that this little bloggie will now be a celebration of my growth as a poet. I was quite tempted to delete all the "poetry" I'd written on this thing, but I have left it to emphasize that I am gettin a little better (I hope!) I also certainly hope that this doesn't count as publishing, because I am trying to get some of my stuff published.... anyway, this is my latest, written for a dear friend....

The Green Heart

The green heart is young,
Her innocence bruised
By denim miniskirts
That don't hide frilly scarlet,

And the man in the moon
Is singing tonight
Of sweetness without sugar
Like a naked wedding cake.

The green heart is jealous
Of white hearts and black hearts
Because they know nothing
Of sex and lies,

Kisses and caresses
That she waited to reject
Until green would turn red
And love could accept.

The green heart is sick;
She stops her heart-shaped ears and eyes
But still she vomits forth streams of
Unwanted visions

Of naked bodies
Whose tits and cunts are licked and squeezed
By the mouth that lulled her
And the hand that held her.

The green heart is alive
And beating with new strength,
For she is loved by hearts
That don't harden in other breasts,

And because she never took in
The impatient hand,
The green heart will not wander
In love's guiltiest land.