Words written in Human excrement
Smeared across aged brick
Proclaim the death of truth
Who wanders aimlessly
A mendicant seeking…
Always seeking…

Neon illuminates burnt souls
With store bought smiles
And snake oil pockets
Flashing credit cards
Like Gunslingers
Carrying Coupons
Written in third world blood

The Book with need
The Pen with passion
Lie covered
With collective indifference
Who would grasp the Ink?
Who would give voice?

Invisible tears
Mingle with flotsam and jetsam of the real
Blaring trumpets announce Phony Poets
Selling words and tin hearts
Passion hangs on a roadside bar
Feet kicking
Tongue lolling
With a face the shade
Of Martha Stewart’s bed sheet du Jour

It rather die than live here

It lays in garbage strewed alleys
Abandoned
Who will grasp the Ink?
Who will give voice?

Consuming essence
best left for
Children’s innocence?

Wouldst thy shed skin
And life
for
a butterflies
Errant Path?

Dance to a falling leaf
in Autumns pain?

A drunkards folly
in muted scream?

The flayed skin of truth
Crying imaginary sin?

Would it be
The Die
Rolls
For purpose?

That the Random Gods
Do so shudder
at Happenstance?

Would it be the clenched tear
Finds
resolution
In
Linens gentle catch

Eat not thy Tail Ourboras
Seek truths gentle caress
Let her dictates
love you

Seek her embrace
And know
The truth
of pain.

Wouldst thy tail
be
An
End
Unto
itself?

How your perfection mocks me

Floating on gentle current

Adhering to immutable laws

As kingdoms of men rot in dusty tombs

Ratios and proportions established

Before the Pharaohs were young

Before the ancestors of man walked upright

Unconcerned with the trivialities of the world

As kinfolk pop and burst upon the lilac scented air

Do you know the mysteries you carry?

Do you ponder your mortality?

Question your purpose?

Can you plumb the depths of this world?

Pierce the shadows that claim the light?

See inside a woman’s heart?

Give meaning to the madness I see?

I am flawed

A convergence of nucleic acids

Coded by uncaring madmen at the theater of the absurd

I am the upside of the die

The tumbling leaf tossed to and fro

by uncaring breeze

The spinning wheel whose destination

Yet determined

You care little for the truths that drifts beside you

That affirm you

Spherical truths of an omnipotent God

Who taunts me

Bubbles…

Only Bubbles

]]> http://oddpoetworld.com/2010/01/15/bubbles/feed/ 0 http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/26/golgotha/ http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/26/golgotha/#comments Sun, 27 Dec 2009 02:02:56 +0000 Eddie Mount http://oddpoetworld.com/?p=414 Pale and brooding Golgotha

Built upon Aphrodite’s withered flesh

Her ancient bones seeking succor

Scorned, supplanted in eternal rest

Looming shadows placate evil

Messianic rumblings challenged death

Painted bosoms swell with passion

In orgasmic shuddered breath

Oh Golgotha no light can pierce thy soul

Yet gloried in remembrance

Making maimed sinners whole

Oh Aphrodite in dreamless sleep you rage

Priapic Phallics engorged in adoration

Gather dust of a bygone age

Weary wanderers wearing heartache

Their song a damaged howl

Pallid faces fashion tears

Hidden by a simple cowl

Golgotha

No light can pierce thy veil

Death and mystery
Weaves the cloak you wear

Gentle Aphrodite

Is forgotten

Which is more than she can bear

She cries

Beauty fades

She cries

Beauty

]]> http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/26/golgotha/feed/ 0 http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/11/20/guinevere/ http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/11/20/guinevere/#comments Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:58:47 +0000 Eddie Mount http://oddpoetworld.com/?p=7 Guinevere
Lay beside me
Let us lie upon silver clouds
Huddled in Blankets of rainbow
Bathe in essential starlight
Each point of light diaphanousness portals
To what never was
But might yet come to pass
Where this bitter world does not exist
Where tears are never shed
Each new day a mystery
An unopened present
A child’s contented heart



Guinevere
Do not speak
Words are clumsy useless constructs
The mere cackling of crows
Let the quickening of our hearts
And the trembling of our flesh
Sing our song



Let angelic choirs sing rhapsodic counterpoint
Let the maestros of yore
play celestial instruments
Shaking the heavens
In thunderous melody
Where even the dour Gods smile and nod
Knowingly



Guinevere
I am lost in your eyes
Falling helplessly to an essential core
The eye of the storm
The center of all things
I am no longer who I was
Merging, melding, blending
Into something new
Distinct
Pure
What never existed before
Yet older than the ancient bones of Gaia



Guinevere
Your name is the soft caress of a midnight breeze
A glorious spring day
A gentle rain that succors parched earth
A balm that heals a broken heart



Guinevere…
Guinevere…
Guinevere…



A single tear rolls down my cheek
It is my gift to you