liquid gold in raining waves
splashes my sleeping face as i awaken
startled by the slapping
of the golden molten substance
the waterfall is small
barely a trickle of gold
i watch and i see alice waiting for me
she's in chains
begging for redemption or forgiveness
while the ghost of gil scott-heron
watches from a pedestal
that rests atop the planet
condemnation
is all that anyone seems to see
ghosts could never hope to take us
as long as they remain
soulless and without regard
and we remain the ones with beating hearts
they will know only death
no one will know
because we are all told
by the hallucinogenic illusions
that the coming of the horsemen
on their daemon horses mean only death
the flowers are being tossed
ruby red roses in the rain
while the children hold their daisies
and maintain themselves
they are the ones who know
they are the ones
who will become our future
as our present
fades into them
and we become their past
but we shiver
for this time of year
in the purple darkness of
nightfall
the frost touches our bones
and the chilling winds bluster while
we supersede our own design
she said to me
"i don't know you"
"i can't see you"
"but what i can do"
"is feel you"
so i told her my story
how it was that i came to be
she wept bitter hot tears
as we embraced in darkness
nine weeks ago she told me i had to leave
eight times i told her that i was sorry
"seven years wasted" she told me
six times i said final goodbyes
five times i lied to her
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10 Random Poems
PoetryA collection of ten poems dug up from various points in my life.
