Wish I could rest beguiled–
Believing willingly in soft whispered lies
If only for this little while of rest
As if slipping easily between
The waxen petals of lilies
And curling round the sweetened smell
Of wonderous blossoming softness—
Yet the price, the price of choosing
The rest of such beguilement
Curtains drawn against the sun
Of an autumnal afternoon
Spent in another hotel,
She drowns in what
The bathroom mirror shows
Of emptiness in sapphire eyes
As her empty heartedness grows–
Her wrinkles a road map
Of crosshatched lies
Told and lived even now,
As her fingers grip
The sink edges of porcelain
Cold against her skin.
Her mind swirls,
Dizzy, lost in her creations
Of new golden plated lies.
Ripples of a soul
Touching mine
To find, to feel such joy–
There is nothing
Of eloquence in luck.
Only brutality
To be had
In coincidence.
Nothing of sustenance
In fate or destiny.
So, show me not the good side.
No best foot forward
Do I want to see.
We are damned and damaged all
From the emptiness
Of first impressions.
I care not to taste the beauty
Within your soul.
But I thirst for the darkness
Of all the monsters
You have hidden away.
Display for me
The ugliness of all your demons
Dazzle me with blackest diamonds shining
Within the soul of your devil’s self.
Then let me decide
Not by beauty dazed,
But by darkest of demon devils unfazed
To know and love you
Anyway.
I take the truth
for it is mine,
rolling myself in it until
protected from the acid of the asinine
that drips from the pens, the tongues
of many and power,
of those we call elite,
of those we once called—
friends.
I grieve the words spoken
by asinine tongues
and actions taken
by hate filled hearts
that do not comprehend the words
we were taught—
“love your neighbor as yourself”—
The second commandment.
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