Filled with faith
and grace
and stupidity
Possibly stupid to trust
...
Caged seraphs spew malicious contempt
Darkened eyes, ghastly tongue licking at my face
Imprisoned for delusion, eluded, for intent
The burning wings, burning wings, annihilate.
...
The meat cleaver endeavor
The blade tears in terror
It hacks and severs
Ending lives forever
...
She left without reason
No thought no care
She bore me into solitude
No soul to share
...
I was born on a small Plantation farm in South Carolina. I had a moderately nice childhood, one cant complain. I went to school at the University of South Carolina and got my Bachelors in Creative writing. I went to write forty years on a South Carolina newspaper, The Carolina Beat. I have always written poetry, and will continue to do so until I die.)
Shallow Compassion
Filled with faith
and grace
and stupidity
Possibly stupid to trust
Thrust you into misery
Playful banter and abuse
Chemical imbalance
and drug misuse
Obediently obey
Make sad feeling and mistrust
Fade away
Altered state of mind
In the presence of my resistance
Declined paranoia
Acquiesced by your insistence
An intimate scrawl of shallow compassion
Thoughts
Broken memories
Old lovers
Rehashing
Our temples desecrated
But your still pure
Virgin lungs and intact hymen
Im poisoned
You’re the cure
Your reality so surreal
Mine is not
I have to take pills
Judgmental eyes focused
Influential thoughts spoken
Love me not
(blushed cheeks)
Hurt me not
(im broken)