(thank you the band "the showdown" for the inspiration and I was definitely copying some of their lyrics when I wrote this, and thank you _____ for "shake the dust" its effects are quite evident)
the poet dreams so he can not let you go
why I feel him breathe deep and slow
I watch him feed the black dog
and watch him grow
feed him lust
feed him wine
feed him lost love
and lies
why does he breathe
why does he feed the black dog at his throat
o' cerberus I hope you pay
for it drinks from me
for all of those
who's daddy's toast the morning
who's daddy's toast the night
who's daddy's can't remembering more than getting by
who's momma's black the night out
who's momma's shake and stare
who's momma's can't remember just how they got there
it drinks from me
just like you o' black dog
o' cerberus
and yet I drink from you
it drinks from me
for all of those
who's daddy's more than gone now
riding the trigger God knows where
who's momma's can't remember
because he was never there
who's momma's drown in whiskey
tries to choke her shame
sometimes she'll remember
sometimes it just pains
it drinks from me
for all those who's
lives are filled with the pain of passion unfulfilled
for all those who's
lives are felled by the problems of another
for all those who's
lives are forgotten by their heartless societies
for all those who's
lives are oppressed by the ignorance of their community
for all those who's
lives are orchestrated by their by pain more than their passion
for all those who's
lives are restricted by the ruthless
for all those who's
lives are regarded by only the mistakes they've made
for all those who's
lives are made pointless by miscreants
for all those who's
lives are masked by the multitudes
and yet I drink from you
and make this for you
this is my toast to you
this is my work for you
this is my sword for you
I drink from you
and hope I take this mantle
with the grace I need
to make this work
for I can't represent these pains
as well as I wish
yet as I drink from you
I hope this toast
I hope this monument
helps
heals
holds
the following people
as they are afflicted
by the cyclic
the cyclic chains
and the cyclic lashes
that follow humanity
as they push forward blindly
I hope
that the repeats of these pains shall be
taken on a different path
and I pray it to be easier
that these repeated pains be eased
by this toast to them
and I hope they will be graced in ways we wished we were
and I hope they will be benefited by this toast
a toast to the sorrows of the cyclic pain
yet I leave this not now
not without a tale
a tale of the poets
who went through these journeys
who learned of these and never conquered them
to Poe
who turned to the bottle
loving the bottom of the bottle
because he thought love was in the aftermath
but real love is easier to swallow than giving up and turning back
and this drinks from me
as he drank from the bottle
it drinks from me
his untold shame
his untold fear
his untold pain
his love of the bottom of the bottle
it drinks from me
that cyclic
cycles of pain
cyclic slipped from his mind
or maybe his heart
I don't know
(to be continued when finished)
to Cummings
(to be posted when finished)
to O’Hara
(to be posted when finished)
to Zajc
(to be posted when finished)
to All
(to be posted when finished)
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O' I take Emotion
Teen FictionI posted these poems in the order I wrote them, thus the first, nor the last is the best. I really hope these poems make you think, and here's a sample I take a look around and I see not faces but places places were faces are hid hid behind the wome...
