Archive for the ‘Beautiful Poetry’ Category

Laurel (v2)

Oh, this thunderstorm here is no surprise
Lilith is for the hunt and she smells blood
Saving the grace of the Children of Sunrise
Fugitives of the left hand’s grasp of Ehud.

I was raised to sit down, listen and obey
And though these shackles were strong enough to hold a mountain
It came down to traits I simply cannot feign
‘Cause that voice in my brain filled up with pain is now shouting.

Oh those whackers!
Don’t they love it when snakes crawl beneath the grass?
Those mother rockers!
Don’t they love it better how it was then in the past?
They do, they do, they do!
Cause every prince needs a trophy princess to set on display
They need their mechanical mannequins to advertise their victory
To boast their ego as their golden halo’s glow beams blindingly like the sun
I don’t think these majestic pimps need a golden rod but rather a golden gun.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh, this rattle noise here is not uncommon
Eris is looking for harmony and finds none
Unravels the principles of events to summon
Being sanctuary to those in need of a home.

I was molded by fire, steel and diamond cut
And though these pillars were designed to keep my monster confined
It came to the point that the weight abrupt
The pontifical colloquial symmetries of this cyclical cylindrical sine.

‘Cause every ruler needs a maiden maid right by their side
They need their long string puppets to put a on a good spectacle
And all the mistress they can get for the when world seems just a bit empty
For when their servants contravene after the fact they cannot find any sympathy.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh how they ride inside their modern day cortege
As they always seem to be late for their own funeral
Well I should apply for a brand new confident entourage
One never knows about those things that might become ephemeral.

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Algometric Center

Lynn, bless us with your grace
Now that we’re in this space
Where digits and bits float adrift
In a data base, where they’re scripted.

Places like this, where strangers become friends
Where conversations come out from loneliness
An achromatic page where all of the traffic goes
I just want to see if anybody out in here knows
How it feels to be roaming around these edges
The cybernetic pub where all of the “losers” meet
Where all the tragic stories become awkward jokes
To have a sense that there’s tribe within these folks.

This is our algometric center
Where we gather to counter our pain
This is where we both surrender
Our pride, our secrets, our shame.

Lynn, animosity mysterious face
Now that we’re in this space
We’re safe in here to converse
Where numbers and letters merge.

Places like this, where outsiders become acquainted
Where personal lives come out front untainted
An achromatic page where all of the traffic goes
I just want to see if anybody out in here knows
How it feels to be roaming around these edges
The cybernetic club where all of the “loners” meet
Where all the tragic stories become awkward jokes
To have a sense that there’s tribe within these folks.

We can be whoever we want to be in this place
But instead we all have decided to just be ourselves
Oh, Lynn Marie, come on, embrace us with your grace
You know that were here to strip off of our shells.

Watercolor

City of everlasting dreams
Of junkies and children
And everyone in between
City of broken promises
Of hopeless romantics
Superstars’ Shangri-La.

The sun glowing on your face
Makes you forget about the poor man’s disgrace
This is heaven in all of its grace
This is where you belong, yes, this is your place.

L.A., you made me feel like I was in a TV Show
Yes, you made me feel like I am the main character in this feat
We dance for attention, this is how we flow
Spare for some change, so much talent wasted in these streets.

Your skies are like a picture painted in watercolor
It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Step on my face if I made it big
If I am/was truly great,
Maybe you’ll notice me
This city sure smells of melancholy
A child’s daydream
One day we’ll make a breakthrough.

The sun burning on your skin
Reminds you of the hardship of pushing forward
It cannot end if it has not begun
Fill yourself with courage, no sense in being a coward.

L.A., you made me feel like I was an award winner
Yes, you made me feel like this is where I should spend my days
How we beg for real love, assertion’s growing leaner
Spare for some time, so many stories deluded in shorn ways.

Your skies are like a picture painted in watercolor
It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed
You’re like nothing else, in that I bet my bottom dollar
Your breeze brings to my soul a serene stillness.

You are like an eternal vacation
I wish to bathe in your beaches forever
High by this mirage contemplation
I wish to embark upon this endeavor.