Medea Kali Poems

I wish the plane you're going to board crashes
And you and what I have of you turns to debris and ashes
As you fly across oceans and lands
On your way to that distant land with foggy beaches, skinny-legged tramps
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Empty, cold, I feel so morbidly alone
To think these thoughts every day or two
To have the same feelings of yesterday
Is this what you have to offer me?
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Smoking the day's last cigarette
Sipping my last cup of coffee
Silence, the curse of the night
Most of God's creations just go to sleep
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This is a bad dream, a morbid vision
of what is not supposed to be
Haze in my eyes from God's forbidden weeds
Medea's revenge on Butterfly's long awaited savior
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No white rose to grace your grave
Not enough tears to abolish the hate

They stand so aloft and haughty
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Nastassya, you stand laughing at my foolery
My morbid obsession of thee
Among fallen women, you say; but
Thou art the princess of my dreams
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On a warm spring day, the river mirrors
Images of trees on banks, vividly expressive
Of every speck and detail
Mine soul is a reflection of thee
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A diamonded jewel in a wretched sphere
I found thee, hungry and weak
I took thee under mine own wing
Thou wert a rare queen belonging to me
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There's always a door
There's always a prison behind that door
The sea of your jeweled dreams
will vapor amidst waves of broken hopes,
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Not a lonely place for me... NO more
This globe shook, turned and tossed him
right unto me
Friday chills and lazy afternoons
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