Had enough of that sentimental ragout? Take a reality check.
Goliath Wurzburg am Rhine
Who Am I?
Every day is media day
In our multimedia heads.
To get our news and other’s views
Just spend our days in bed.
Kill the American spirit.
Turn us into drones.
Take away initiative.
Give us all free phones.
Waste our days on Facebook.
Live a Yahoo life.
Hug our sanctuary.
Hide from handling strife.
Lose ourselves in selfies
Each other to deceive.
Create phony daily lives
Too dramatic to believe.
Don’t face each others faces.
Text, Twitter, Instagram.
Type truth and lies, they’ll never know
Who I really am.
McWorthless
Behold the gates, a grave awaits,
The pale horse canters slowly.
I feel your frown, you won’t look down
Upon this vessel lowly.
I look like you, you look like me.
You pass me by but you don’t see
The sorrowful valley that is my soul.
Could love have served to make me whole?
My heart, my mind from life withdrawn,
My bones are brittle, teeth are gone.
A race with death I’m bound to lose,
A victim of my own abuse.
I bleed but I don’t cry.
I hurt. I don’t know why.
My limbs, they ache, they fail me.
The grim reaper waits to nail me.
My sins are many, life for naught,
Wasted gifts, a plan unthought.
My soul sold cheap, the cost too high,
I think that I deserve to die.
My time is near, I reek with fear,
My skin, my cells, they disappear.
My hollow heart cries out too late,
In death my anguish will abate.
If I had loved and been loved too,
Would I have lived this life perdu?
Could I have walked in your fine shoes,
A proper life my right to choose?
I go in grief, in thoughtless waste
To face my sovereign Lord unchaste.
I say farewell, I’m glad to part,
To spare my final broken heart.
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The bells keep ringing...
Ashling Hotel Dublin
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the
difference. - Reinhold Niebuhr
I Am Edith Elizabeth
Like the lymph of lovers slain
By hurtful words
That slice the heart with searing pain,
Flowing to eternity.
The puddles tan, the bubbles gray,
I feel my life just float away.
I am Edith Elizabeth,
I have survived your sexist barbs,
Your interminable fear of my seductive charms.
Knowing, feeling your aggression,
Sensing your unworthiness,
You feed your manic madness, afraid of your passion.
Unsure of your maleness,
Choosing victory over vulnerability,
You conquer, slaughter, pillage, and rape.
Ages of abuse and odes of love,
Other Ediths on their own soil.
Those brave poetic souls who risk their power and sense of place
To follow love and kiss the face
Of artful Venus who left you drained
With flaccid member, resting moist against your thigh.
My scent drives you to delirium.
I forego your stammering admonitions of love
You cast your fearful eyes upon my body, wanton and wallowing in your conquest.
Will you get another chance to hear my cries of pain?
Will I cup your head to breast?
Will the minute of ecstasy invade my brain
And change my body, soul and mind
To feed the world your spawn in nine?
I am Edith Elizabeth. I give birth to greatness.
I am you, vagina virgin. You and I share uteri.
I am Venus Vesuvius.
I create Goliaths
With burst of fire and molten lava
I am the force of nature.
Giving forth on Mount Olympus,
In the caves of Kakadu,
In the filthy streets of Delhi
This world begins with you.