Empty the soul that does not feel
Eternally banished for his crimes
Killer of few, pained the many
Connected to few, pained already
Supporter of one, only you
Dragged you down a path of doom
Same the one i followed
Releasing too late
......
Brewing tea, shadowed by the trust in our faith,
bruised from your fist, beware the bite of my wraith.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip
https://effycreations.com/kwoas-world-trip/)
I've finally caught up with the cat
which has been terrorising my chicken coop.
That little black witch of a cat-
lays motionless in the sack in which I have it bound.
I'm watching it like God,
My eyes are every where
Counting the number of fallen chicks
all the pieces of drumsticks layn to waste.
I shall boil the cat in hot cooking oil and then leave it for the vultures to finish off.
No, that would be much too expensive.
......
the next time you see him
you will look as if there is a splendid sun
burning under your skin.
you will smoulder
like the goddesses that came before you.
you will not be cold
or vengeful
or bitter or weak.
your laugh will sound like rain on the window pain
your words will be soft
......
I poured a cup of sadness
Stirred with angers spoon
Called to the four winds of the heavens
Bowed low the crescent moon
For sweetness sake
I happily added
A generous measure of pain
Mixed in cream pale and weak
Colored with the tears of rain
......
Something must be wrong with me
To make me care about a man
Who can't take the time to reply to me
Or simply give a damn
I can only make assumptions
At this point I'm less upset
That he only wanted to fuck me
But too bad for him, I'm not done yet
......
Empty the soul that does not feel
Eternally banished for his crimes
Killer of few, pained the many
Connected to few, pained already
Supporter of one, only you
Dragged you down a path of doom
Same the one i followed
Releasing too late
......
the next time you see him
you will look as if there is a splendid sun
burning under your skin.
you will smoulder
like the goddesses that came before you.
you will not be cold
or vengeful
or bitter or weak.
your laugh will sound like rain on the window pain
your words will be soft
......
Let's face it you're real bad at being good boy
Carried me over the broomstick and flew away that night
I've brought you back in virtual reality, an original copy
And I'm having a hard time acting naturally
I'll watch you grow smaller by the minute
When you realize you have one choice
You're living in an oxymoron
But I've got loyal opposition
And we're the living dead
......
This time I blew it, I really blew it
First lost us the House, now the Senate’s gone too,
I'm caught in a spiral, that I'll admit,
Not sure where to turn, not sure what to do.
I'm convinced I was cheated,
The election was mine,
I was sorely mistreated
They'll see that in time.
......