Recently, I lent my poem, “This Is War” to the short film Mother by Brad Case. This is an arthouse film in support of women’s rights – and the poem describes the fallout of Roe Vs. Wade this summer.
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Smoking with your aristocratic manner,
I gaze at your magnificence.
The world of tinted roses has become
Butterflies circle around you with divinity.
I fall into the moment
I fall into the mist
I fall into the mystery
I fall into you.
Smoking with your sophisticated manner,
I try to paint your face within my mind,
So that it remains milk fresh inside my adoring eyes.
I’m hiding beneath the smoke
That fogs this room.
I’m crawling beneath the smoke
To reach you.
I fall into this madness
I fall into the insane
I fall into you.
Smoking ever so seductively,
I’m trying to contain my runaway emotions
For I am afraid that they could harm you.
I’m hiding beneath the smoke
That fills this room.
I’m fading beneath the smoke
In order to reach you.
I fall to the ground
I fall to your feet
I keep on falling….
Falling into you.
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The neon pink hand beckons the night
as the clock sways to midnight blue.
His time has come to assume a disguise, puckering cherry
lips and setting the wig on his head. Glitter
dances across the golden ringlets, velvet
hugs his silicone bosom like a faery.
Jack piles more makeup on his face, with faery
eyes that shimmers night,
he grabs his red velvet
bag as he closes the door to the blue
feelings that he’s left inside. For the glitter
emotions dipped in cherry
wine and spread across pallid thighs, convert to cherry
cream resting on ethereal faery
wings that covet glitter
dreams of passionate nights
spent in burning bliss. The blue
tears no longer dripping on the velvet.
Drinking champagne from cupped hands, velvet
scarves pin his lover to the cherry
bed, until he begs for more. The blue
emotions disappear like unchained faeries.
Flying into the lusty night
dusting his lover’s eyes with Star Dust glitter.
Sensuous fingers trace over glittered
flesh, pouring scalding wax from velvet
candles. His lover whimpers into the night
as Jack toys with a candied cherry.
He now has the power of faeries
to kiss away the broken blues.
The clock has struck. It’s time for the blue
veils to fall upon the glittered
fantasies of his soul, his faery
wings have been singed, his red velvet
bag carries the remains of his cherry
pits, to remind him of sadistic nights.
The hour has come to assume the blue disguise until tomorrow night
When he can douse himself with glitter, fill his palms with cherries,
And transform into a lovely faery that whispers poetry in ears like velvet.
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My blistered fingers tremble
They cannot cling to your adulterous flesh.
Death is my coveted cradle.
While Hades sings to me my lullaby.
I spend the night stitching with black thread
I stitch my severed limbs together.
I try to revive my dead skin
The smell of burning corpses
Makes me feel intoxicated.
There’s nothing left here
Only filth and grime.
All the putrid life of the Tiber nourishes me.
Broken shadows from my past invade my dark dreams.
I fall inside the mouth of Hell
Crossing the river Styx with my sentinel.
None of this would’ve befallen me
If you hadn’t plucked my blinded eyes.
If you hadn’t polarized my mind.
If you hadn’t crucified my heart.
Now that I’m at the stake
The flames closing in to devour me.
I wonder if you consider your cruel act a mistake
Or did you murder me in your heart long before?
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I warned you near the brook.
I’ve seen her evil smile and piercing look.
The gushing of a red drop
That never ceases to stop.
She tastes of poison beams
Her scarlet passion steams.
Those brown eyes and locks of auburn
Causes your head to turn.
I’m sick of this neglect
You make me feel like a worthless reject.
She keeps diamonds in her eyes
Tries to covet secret spies.
Drink in her beauty and sacred stars
She’s bound to burst your mortal bars.
Have you ever hear of her woeful tale?
Of how she’s been left with a tormented bale?
Her lover killed her fragile heart
Leaving it to become a mass of tart.
She bears the crown of outcast queen,
But I’ll bet this side you’ve never seen.
Little Miss Perfection down to the bone
You’d never imagine how she feels so alone.
Stop trying to force her into love
Her past isn’t as pure as a dove.
Scars of former lovers adorn her shorn
Depicting just how savagely she’s been torn.
I warned you all along
She’s like a creepy Turin fog.
Don’t fall into her delicate hands
For soon, you too, will no longer stand.
She’s full of anger and violent stems
She wears thorns as diadems.
I will not ask of you to kill
As she most certainly will,
Your deepest purest emotions
To be replaced by her evil notions.
Runaway innocent boy, before you’re caught
For pretty soon she’ll invade your thoughts.
***
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Dear Manuel,
Here I must confess
All that I’ve ever desired to.
My emotional state is one turmoil mess.
I’m in a state of confusion,
That I don’t even know with whom I mesh.
I keep on falling behind
With no chances to run and hide.
My dreams of glory fog my mind
But to my disgrace,
I’m only a legend in my own mind.
I long for purity but I practice sex.
I crave for love but it’s lust that I get.
Not caring for myself.
But yet I’m said to have a narcissistic disorder.
Conventional beauty wrapped
Around an anti-conformist mind.
Confusion-confusion-confusion
I kiss so many but love no one.
The ones that are closest to me
Are the ones that hurt me the most.
The ones that are the farthest from me
Are the ones that I yearn for their attention.
Sorry, for my lament
I wouldn’t have confessed my sins
If I wouldn’t feel that you’re the other side of me.
You’re my secret identity.
My mask—
I am hiding behind your grandeur.
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He had so much love for me
That it often made him crazy
Yelling from the streets
Like Marlon Brando
Shouting, “Stella!”
He had so much love for me
That he wasn’t sure how to suffocate it
Often his mannerisms were crude
Thinking that I owed him
Affection, thinking he were
Marlon Brando and who always
Got the girl
He had so much love for me
That it poisoned him from the inside
Because rejection was seen as disdain
But pity has no place for passion
Nor can a friendship be forced
Into a relationship
Because he wasn’t Marlon Brando
And the script I wrote
Didn’t cast him as the hero
He merely had a supporting role
I didn’t want him at my premiere
Nor did I want him shouting
Beneath my window, “Stella!”
Thinking he were Marlon Brando.
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I would drown myself,
If I knew,
That it would eliminate you.
I would drown myself,
Even if,
I would regret it.
Maybe for once I’d be in peace.
With you, out of my head.
I’m only sane if I don’t sleep,
Because that’s where you creep.
Sleepless nights,
Wakeful days,
I must remain this way.
I would drown myself,
If I was sure,
That it would make me pure.
I would drown myself,
If I was certain,
That you would finally leave me alone.
Long ago, in a lost dream,
I saw myself dying.
The look of surprise and pain crossed my face;
(The blade went down.)
It punctured my heart.
All the lies that you told me,
at that moment seemed so trivial.
All the hurt that you had done to me,
at that moment was all forgotten.
(The blade came down harder.)
It reached my lonely soul,
My screams of agony diffused with your own.
This death so slowly;
It hurts me even more.
Why did my love have to eliminate my soul?
All of my tender, love, care; caused this killer
to leave me bare.
(The blade comes down, once more.)
Farewell, to this tormented love.
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Withered, wasted, wanted, but not for lack of sleep
This heart has known no trail but that of defeat.
Wanted, wasted, weathered in this place of self-loathing and despair
I know not what life has to offer me outside the joy of my own
Wallowing.
What have I given in this life?
What is the purpose of this strife?
Where is the joy that I wish to see in my world?
I have not yet given it life in this day, this week, this year.
I have donned a selfish fishbowl on the lenses of my eyes
And need neither my wants nor my selfish desires of the heart.
I need only love of self, of my neighbor, and my mother who supports my feet.
She is my foundation.
She is of earth and water and fire and water.
She is all I have longed for in my own desires.
How I have taken her for granted, this loving mother
Who feeds and clothes me and puts me to sleep
Each night under a blanket of stars and willowed darkness.
I have appreciated her with only half my heart but as I lie here
In this grass and count the clouds I am comforted by
The Love
I’ve never seen in myself
Reflected her skies.
The Inkblotters 