Saturday, July 21, 2012

Some Poems. Yeah, They're About What You Think They're About.

A Round Table



Denied
Denying
................Guinevere trying to clasp
................Lancelot to her
................Whilst thrusting away
................The king, Arthur.
.....There is no right,
.....Only the wrong.
Lancelot refuses, casts off
And sails away.
Lets his crew take him
Far from the woman
Who loves him best.
King Arthur, a sweet
And gentle man,
Tries to hold onto
The woman
He loves best.
..........................................Life is not a court,
..........................................There are no magic swords.
..........................................No knights.
..........................................No love of the ages.

..................Only Lancelot drifting away,
..................Sails unfurled,
..................Billowing in the wind.
Only Guinevere
Trying to understand
Why she is constantly
Denied
Denying.
......................................Only Arthur, a king,
......................................Begging on his knees
......................................Until he realizes
......................................He can do so much


..................................................Better.


How Callous Thou Art


When the dust falls away
The girl stands
Immobile
Immune
Unaffected by all the theatrics.

.............................Her soul
.............................A statue
.............................A rock
.............................Marble
.............................Cold.
She cares little for men
And less for feelings.
Feelings have torn her
Asunder
Apart
Away.
...............................................With her soul
...............................................A statue
...............................................A rock
...............................................Marble
...............................................Cold,

....................She cannot feel
When the sculptor
Breaks her




......................................To pieces.


Scuttling Across the Floors of Silent Seas


Ripping
Shredding
Claws destroying
What they sought
To repair.
Hands that want
To heal
To love
Can only maim.
....................Lips
....................Cherry red and
....................Smiling
....................Expose teeth
....................Sharper
....................More dangerous
////////////////////Than they have any right
....................To be.
Oh to be a girl
Instead of monster.
..............................................To have flesh
..............................................Instead of scales.
..........................To have love
..........................Instead of skepticism.

The sirens would be
Proud.
Stealing a man's flesh
Using steely precision
With teeth and claws

That only want to help the wounded.