Old Gypsy Souls

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honeymooners

bleeding gums and blackened nails
caressing the garish wound
a fly alights on his eye
he doesn’t blink, doesn’t care

biting down on a staring socket
and with it the offending fly
all one mess down the gullet
for reasons beyond her

breaking her teeth on bone
going back with mindless zeal
dislocating jaws snapping sinew
her lover is now her buffet

they say it was in the water

Filed under poetry spilled ink october horror zombie

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Random 10:30 - 12:57 - 1:21

vaguemumble:

I may have an empty bed
where I clutch pillows at night;
mimicking an unknown love
I have yet to stumble on

But I am thankful for them:
the friends I surround myself
with; always in my corner
and coloring my dull days.

The gals that comfort my heart;
guys standing guard over it —
fae oracles - sage advice,
warrior poets - caution.

The ashtray piles high; smolders.
The whiskey glass empties — sigh.
The beaten brow of the man
staring off into nothing.

Even in the emptiness,
I’m finding some happiness
in knowing my wounded heart
still, sometimes, thinks it can beat.

Beat. My dad’s generation.
Coffee houses and road trips
and readings and galleries —
age romanticized by me.

Dreams of new bohemians
gathering under the stars
and rejecting this “iLife”
for hedonistic comforts

and indulging in our own
moments without sponsorship
or subscriptions to the stream
of conscious-collected trash.

No forgiveness for our sins, 
only experiences —
Praised be to the living ones
who remember how to feel.

The message ends here tonight.
Vague mumbles cease, to lay down
with arms embracing pillows
and eyes watching the night time. 

(Source: redavis101)

Filed under poetry spilled ink random thoughts late night contemplation bleeding the humors

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of many a monster

must remember what reminded me
just toss and turn instead
a few shots and a smoke
to cloud my mind

little slivers of memory
drops of blood on the table
will i ever recall
what led me to the gallows

a monster
a mongrel
a man-god
a master

all rolled into a boy
who just wants to love
not too much to ask
but the world demands pain

so a mattress and mistress
that will do for the night
finding solace in claws
tracing lines on my back


a brute for the ages
but can i be blamed
for another breaking me
and reforming the pieces

does the devil ever stop
so a man can begin again
from the ashes of a boy
brokenhearted

i could stop
i could watch
i could reverse
yeah right

for now

maybe forever

i will be

the beast
the boy
the heretic
the broken one

Filed under spilled ink poetry madness duality love lust horror doubt dreaming hurt heart sex death god anger monster

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One Black Wing

can I really just simply behold you?
a lover from forgotten times
so far removed from the here and now
but here you are, now.

Bleeding

a wavering halo makes you dance
mine exists no more
if only i had your strength
that makes me so strong

Breathe

in your breath from a shared pillow
sweat from flesh and afternoon
dogs raising hell into a cloudless sky
fucking hell, I could die right now

Blush

as the sheet slips away
curves a man could kill himself on
reflecting your labyrinth soul
and heart(beating)and mind

Blossom

like you were born to do
my time is done for now
nothing will become of us
but a broken halo and a black wing

Filed under admiration beauty growth halo longing love lust muse sex spirituality poetry spilled ink