The verdant field goes flashing by so quick,
Just like my life before my eyes; drowning!
Death sits beside me with his walking stick,
Hoping for another victim; frowning!
The train enters at last its safe stand,
A sigh of joy escapes our fleshy lips,
We descend to the platform hand-in-hand,
My silent aid guiding my life's eclipse.
The machine rejects my ticket, "Not Yet",
An official swarms; thunder on his face,
Pushing me back to that deathly set,
Slamming the doors back into rightful place.
Death's eyes watch me, full of soundless fury,
"Soon" he mouths. "I will yet be your jury."
Dance on the Flower by The-Mood-Poisoner, literature
Literature
Dance on the Flower
The rose, so beautiful, so humanly elegant,
With its deep red lips, its curvy form,
And its thorny embrace.
This rhapsodic gift from nowhere
Leaves an indelibl
Remember the Quilts by The-Mood-Poisoner, literature
Literature
Remember the Quilts
What a strange day that was,
Wandering into such an exhibition,
Acting the clown; acting the maggot!
Laughing away like friends of years,
Yet only friends of months,
From whence the connection?
But never mind!
I love you anyway,
And we will echo down the corridors of eternity.
How random the blessed memories! How strange!
Sunsets, dates, (Did I hear you say "Quilts"?),
Smokes & wine (one item, not two!).
But we won't dwell on the details,
Just let it be said that
"From the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime".
Theme of Bagatelle in A Minor by The-Mood-Poisoner, literature
Literature
Theme of Bagatelle in A Minor
My heart throbs for my heartthrob,
Maybe just one more look?
The raven's sweep of his
STOP!
I've had this conversation before,
This MUST stop,
What the fuck am I thinking?
This isn't natural.
Stop.
Primal scream.
'Lithium' plays appropriately in the background,
I cry bitterly and scream soundlessly,
My silent voice mouthing the same word
Over and over
"Help me".
Fifteen minutes straight,
I've never cried that long before,
And it shouldn't hurt this much,
To love is to love
To love is not to hurt.
But this poem is just a variation
On a theme of Bagatelle in A Minor,
Beethoven fell in love,
Painful and forever tum
As humans struggle in the sea,
A single moment in the infinity
Is sometimes captured as a beam of light
Flashes among rudderless ships.
And God announces to his lost ships,
"I gift to you my greatest treasure,
Which shall light up the darkest corners of even those once thought lost,
For I love ye so, that I send a part of me unto you."
And the sailors, they shout with rapture,
As the light, it grows and grows,
Guiding all those it reaches
Into the welcoming arms of the shore.
For all those who are listening,
Miss ye not the glow of this lighthouse beacon
Shining on the shores of respite,
For it is rare and precious; and soon
The verdant field goes flashing by so quick,
Just like my life before my eyes; drowning!
Death sits beside me with his walking stick,
Hoping for another victim; frowning!
The train enters at last its safe stand,
A sigh of joy escapes our fleshy lips,
We descend to the platform hand-in-hand,
My silent aid guiding my life's eclipse.
The machine rejects my ticket, "Not Yet",
An official swarms; thunder on his face,
Pushing me back to that deathly set,
Slamming the doors back into rightful place.
Death's eyes watch me, full of soundless fury,
"Soon" he mouths. "I will yet be your jury."
Dance on the Flower by The-Mood-Poisoner, literature
Literature
Dance on the Flower
The rose, so beautiful, so humanly elegant,
With its deep red lips, its curvy form,
And its thorny embrace.
This rhapsodic gift from nowhere
Leaves an indelibl
Remember the Quilts by The-Mood-Poisoner, literature
Literature
Remember the Quilts
What a strange day that was,
Wandering into such an exhibition,
Acting the clown; acting the maggot!
Laughing away like friends of years,
Yet only friends of months,
From whence the connection?
But never mind!
I love you anyway,
And we will echo down the corridors of eternity.
How random the blessed memories! How strange!
Sunsets, dates, (Did I hear you say "Quilts"?),
Smokes & wine (one item, not two!).
But we won't dwell on the details,
Just let it be said that
"From the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime".
Theme of Bagatelle in A Minor by The-Mood-Poisoner, literature
Literature
Theme of Bagatelle in A Minor
My heart throbs for my heartthrob,
Maybe just one more look?
The raven's sweep of his
STOP!
I've had this conversation before,
This MUST stop,
What the fuck am I thinking?
This isn't natural.
Stop.
Primal scream.
'Lithium' plays appropriately in the background,
I cry bitterly and scream soundlessly,
My silent voice mouthing the same word
Over and over
"Help me".
Fifteen minutes straight,
I've never cried that long before,
And it shouldn't hurt this much,
To love is to love
To love is not to hurt.
But this poem is just a variation
On a theme of Bagatelle in A Minor,
Beethoven fell in love,
Painful and forever tum
My mom took a trip to Mexico
And stopped by a church to attend mass.
It was quaint, small and brightly colored,
So she went inside.
(She is Catholic and I am not.)
She knows Spanish, is practically fluent in it.
She knew, sitting in her pew, what the priest was saying
About those goddamn homosexuals
And their sin,
And how even the flames of hell
Were too good for them.
That there would be no tolerance from The Heavenly Father
Of their kind.
I had just come out to my mom less than a month before
"Yes I like girls."
My hands had been shaking and my throat was tight,
Like my heart was stuck in it.
For a moment I wanted not
Just randomly read the quilts poem there and basically <3 <3 <3 <3 ... and I read the other ones too and while I still am incapable of interpreting anything even resembling sublety, I think I'm starting to make more sense of them! My poetry intrepretation skills would be much better if you wrote more though ... just saying!