LVX CREARE

(or) Verse, Organic and Inorganic

Category: Dark

June 19, 2017

You Deserve It…

Drag a heathen non-believer
to the temple of the sacred I
and offer them up for slaughter
bathe in the flowing likes

Genuflect your own reflection
live your sweet life through the glass
sometimes a vanity mirror
more often a glowing screen

Sad face for the starving children
while you quaff your Sunday brunch
they truly need all the promotion
don’t forget to Instagram that…

Share your riches with the worthy

you’ll get more followers that way
don’t believe the salty haters
you just need to take some ‘me time’

You’ve worked so hard today

You deserve it…

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March 31, 2017

Ignorant People

Shame be upon you
cruel ignorant people
you who’s selfish abandon
tills the earth of your loins
bears the fruit of a child

and then leaves him to spoil
and neglects him to ruin
and imprints him with terror
from your own self made demons
from your own earthly sins

It would have been better
you greedy narcissus
to have left his pure essence
as one with the ether

peace beyond the veil
and to float with the spirits
and to kiss inexistence
free from bruises and hunger
free from death of the soul

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March 2, 2017

I Hate The Smell

I hate the smell of hospitals
lemon bleach and sterile funk
base notes of stale vomit and
top notes of lingering death

Fresh-mopped vinyl flooring
in hues of green and pink
gives way to glass and tiles
the chill of stainless steel

People keep their heads down
try not to make eye contact
unsure what you are here for
just in case it’s sadness

I hate the smell of hospitals

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December 28, 2016

Once Again

your trap spring has gone and caught me
even though I knew the score

should have kept back when I saw them
footprints on the dusty floor

I am a hope-less fool romantic
laid it all down at your door

should not have trodden any further
someone else had gone before

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December 28, 2016

Red Leather Chair

Follow your head he said
the wise man with his pipe
and his book and degrees
and his red leather chair
just follow your head boy

my head it fails me sir
it does not speak to me
in words I understand
my head it fails me

Then follow your heart
said the man in his chair
with the smoke in the room
and the dust on the books
just follow your heart boy

my heart fails me sir
it does not speak to me
for it is timid and quiet
my heart it fails me

Then follow your dreams
said the man with degrees
gently stroking his beard
with a mild agitation
just follow your dreams boy

my dreams fail me sir
for it’s long since I dreamed
my pillow is soft yet
my dreams they fail me

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December 28, 2016

Perspective

When the clouds become too heavy
they give way and rain falls on to the earth
filling all the cracks and running to the sea
wetting the soils and bringing new life

it has been this way since time immeasurable

You my little butterfly are just passing through
the earth does not blink in that time
despite your beautiful wings and display
you are only a small stitch on a great tapestry

colourful, yet brief

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December 2, 2016

Suffocation

The man at the front shouts out
a random burst of incoherence
perhaps a stroke of the divine?
more than likely something like
helpful instructions to the driver

My head is in my hands

The woman at the back harangues
some unfortunate cellphone caller
perhaps some belligerent salesman?
more than likely something like
the downtrodden man in her life

I try to tune it out

The young boys on the other side
play their obnoxious urban music
perhaps some artistic revolution?
more than likely something like
cheap drum fills and angry words

I want to block my ears

The girl just there she nods her head
a kind of rocking deep compulsion
perhaps she’s writing rhythmic poems?
more than likely something like
a habit to keep the voices muffled

And this bus smells like bleach

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October 25, 2016

Kick Back The Ladder

You who came before us
who rest upon your laurels
in gilded warm nests
no cares for your weary brow

What have you then left us?
war and desperation
poverty, greed and famine
great cathedral of the holy self

We who came thereafter
crawl in the dirt of our fathers
no shelter or assurance
you look down on us and sigh

We who labour for your harvest
toil beneath your avarice
and each time we near the altar
you close the temple door

Kick the ladder out from under you

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September 12, 2016

Mariposa

Oh sweet butterfly
were you so tired
and did you know
that your faded wings
once simmering
once brilliant would
soon fall silent and still?

Oh mariposa
is that why you flew
so violently in to the
gathering clouds
your fragile body torn
and falling back to us
like terrible confetti?

 

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