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My absinthe beauty, woman of madness,
Eyes shining tearing, street level cafe.
Sanity rises, inspired cool wind,
Lips licked gleaming, heart beating ballet.
Blushing laughs dancing, secret sharing pair,
Summer nights suit us, forever love young,
Flirting hands sliding, small gestures screaming.
Many albums past, not all songs are sung.
Alto Sax jamming, nerves running cold,
Whispers hot breathing, inches like miles,
Soft careful touches, pulling tightly wild,
Moments apart screaming, seconds like trials.
Bite, claw, soft, hard, slow, fast, mad, sane, sighs, cries,
Grin, laugh, stop, start, eyes, tastes, skin, hair, hands, thighs.
Bone white roads of winter, salted fields of snow.
Biting breeze and cutting winds, outside is all I know.
Grey dominates and eradicates, all traces of colour exhausted.
Seeping deep down and into me, edges of breath become frosted.
Cutting into my teeth, like a dentists drill.
Into the marrow of my bones, painful leukemic chill.
Whining spinning tires, pushing pulling tired.
Chlorides chemical fire, last of winters wood fired.
Look for and find beauty, in each miraculous snowflake.
Stand and admire too long, pneumonia thine life shall take.
Ears blue and frigid, eyes dropping tears of ice.
Skin crackling and cracking, one degree worth any price.
Glacial lines of pain, shivering and shuddering,
Wanting any help, and in need of cuddling.
My negative friend Kelvin, is such an absolute zero.
Any heat to challenge him, would stand as my hero.
Power of my will
With the power of my will,
And the strength of my thought,
I sought to forge beauty,
Now look what I have wrought.
I have twisted and torn us apart,
Through foolish words of temper lost,
What I will fight to regain,
At any possible cost.
My pride, my honour,
Shall never give in,
Such intense feeling,
Cannot be called sin.
Love is a lost word,
Meaning shrouded in pain,
Ripped apart by old time,
But now I feel its strain.
Find pleasure in my power
Seek safety in my arms
I,the armour that protects you,
From all the worlds harms.
RIAA means we all pay
Burn, Baby, Burning!
Burn the chain stores!
Fat little men earning!
I am not yours!
Try to set the night on fire!
A and R, more like B and E!
Deciding the public desire!
ripping off you and me!
I have your mp3\'s,
I laugh at your case.
I burn with ease,
Smile in your face.
Music my erotica,
10 gigs, 20 gigs, 50 gigs more.
But not from Metallica,
That industry whore.
Lars gets but a drop,
Courtney knows the deal.
Twenty two ninety-nine a pop,
EMI knows how to steal.
A&M, MCA, Capitol,
Virgin, Elektra, Sony.
All they want is control,
All of them phony.
Mom and pop shops fall,
Neon shiny lip gloss wins.
Let\'s all go the the mall,
Hang out with friends.
M$ vaunts Palladium seal,
Then changes its name.
I know the deal,
am hip to their game.
MTV Top Twenty,
Picked from within.
Don\'t show videos,
How can you win?
Go see the concerts,
Give cash to the bands.
Buy yourself t-shirts,
Money in their hands.
Sitting under a sea of blue
Golden fire burning my eyes
Languishing in thoughts of you
Sighing, forced by tasks to rise
Left the open air behind
Reentered the caverns of toil
In soft light felt near blind
Vision filled with burning oil
Focusing madly blinking
Flash of color neon bright
Laughing at my thinking
Your name seen in the light
Movement halting in smile
Eyes squeezed shut to see
Grinning wide all the while
What your love does to me
Searching the patterns fade
Trick of mind or sight
Squinting hard in the shade
Waiting for letters to ignite
The glare faded away
Unable to truth ascertain
Moved on in dismay
With you on my brain
Sonnet 6 Correcting Past Mista
Rope is lowered, I begin the climb,
weak and battered, covered in grime.
Last steps are taken, the world eases,
I now awaken, no further freezes.
Each time I falter, your love renews me,
Nothing can alter, you and I to be.
I suffer gladly, seek a new world,
loving you madly, my heart unfurled.
Searching for a place, maintaining my pride,
sacrifice anything, to be at your side.
Slowly passing time, each second hellish
want to hear bells chime, in your arms languish.
I solemn oath swear, challenge times power,
Running to be there, bee to your flower.
Sonnet 5 The First Reunion
Felt spirit walking, beauty with full grace,
all eyes were stalking, the sun in her face.
I rushed to meet, amazed by her step,
my legs concrete, my heart falling in debt.
One twist of smile, I know all is real,
doubts fall like miles, the truth what I feel.
One look in your eyes, I remember bliss,
no need fantasize, future no more amiss.
Holding you is a joy, all becomes right,
I left you a boy, made man in your light.
Pieces of desire, all making you,
burning in fire, all becoming true.
Future is alive, past of no concern,
We can ever survive, our loves flame burn.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Breaking news.The government makes status––
they ignore the real matters
they own the news
they confuse and abuse
making sure we're all scattered.
The law creates crime––
a social ladder we must climb
always the poor
stuck on the floor
as the privileged spend their time.
Society ignites fear––
blurring anything clear
as real life is nowhere near.
The system makes criminals––
while stealing the Earths minerals
raising the price
feeding the vice
locking us away, for lacking principles.
The people are losing their souls––
giving up on their genuine goals
working nine to five
pretending they're alive
when they're completely under control.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
In MorningThrough a wintry window laced with ice, lie
petrified panes of frosted grass beckoning,
languorously outstretched. A shivering bird’s cry
reaches horizon’s edge—that razor reckoning,
those impossible dimensions—hung like a kite
on a cloud, precipitously balanced between a null,
navigated nocturnally by poking pinpricks of light,
and the embers of potential, slowly stoking. A lull
unfurls, a quiet eternity uncurling in that predawn
chill, everything faded to silent sepia, frozen
as though this instant is more important, torn
from time and left right where it was chosen
to be. Light spills over and creeps through
fractured, flinty sky turned a clear, unbroken blue.
You Are Unchanging Now That You ChangedLike the echo of a whisper you go on pointlessly
Dragging out syllables that no longer make sense.
You are a shadow of the man that you used to be;
You threw all of that away for this new pretense.
Like an ages old tradition you never change -
You meet challenges lifelessly - never daring.
This new plastic you has no depth and no range.
You blazed like the sun now you are cold and uncaring.
The Old Man on the HillThere once was a man
who lived on a hill,
Quiet and lonely
and incredibly still.
He sat there all day.
And he sat there all night.
He sat without moving
and never felt fright.
Then one day
as he sat all alone
He heard a voice
"Is he a stone?"
One little girl
and one little boy
must have lost their way
while tracking a toy!
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
The real meaning of friendshipFriendship
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy,
Tick tock she's in shock
The girl that we call Lacey
Little lines cut her neck
But no one wants to see them
All her friends wish she were dead
But no one wants to be them
One or two can make it through
The Hell that she lives in
But nothing that they say is true
So no one can believe it
Her life is just a bunch of rags
There's nothing that can save her
Her breathing comes in heavy drags
Each saying "You Deciever"
Tick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy
Tick tock she's a rock
The body we call Lacey
SuicideThe drawback of suicide is
there was a time I did exist.
If only there was a way
to erase all that away.
No-one left to remember me.
I would never want that.
No-one left to miss me.
I wouldn't deserve it anyway.
No-one to wonder why I couldn't stay.
You wouldn't understand the answer.
No-one left to hate me.
To think I was selfish.
No pressure to remain here
just to keep you happy.
If only there was a way.
To erase everything away...
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