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Never Cry Wolf - 4. Days 22 to 30
XXII.
You just go on and slap your knee,
Yes, I know the joke’s on me.
I just could not help myself,
Now your eyes gleam with glee.
Rub it in all you want:
I barked up the wrong tree.
Yep, you told me long ago,
Even bought the fucking tee,
Borrowed words from old man Bill,
“I told thee.”
XXIII.
The bodies seeking out their own spotlight,
Ice cubes fly, expertly caught in a glass,
Just flip the bottles; it’s a damn hot night,
flex your arms, show your smile, and shake your ass.
A fruity cocktail, whiskey neat, just beer,
Only mix it, pour it, tap it with flair,
bad jokes, lame come ons, slurs or drunken cheer,
wink, spin the shaker up into the air.
Joy, sadness, right or wrong, damnation, sin,
he always listens, though he heard it all,
nobody can resist his perfect grin,
and people happily go home: last call.
But who waits for him, just an empty room,
But who cares for him, drives away the gloom.
XXIV.
The cat lifts its paw
And the bee never stands a
chance, that sting must hurt.
XXV.
Within these walls a spirit dwells,
Subdued, confined, utterly lost,
Accustomed well to seven hells
existence in soul eating frost,
oblivion bought at a great cost.
It has forgotten what means ‘free’.
I’m watching though, my fingers crossed,
Where I am standing, I can see.
And unsurmountable brick stone,
dark grey, is blocking any view,
and all that’s left is skin and bone
and hopelessness is all it knew
as never will the sky be blue.
It has abandoned ‘you and me’.
I’m waiting though, ‘cause we are two,
Where I am standing, I can see.
One day a black bird drops a seed,
It rolls into a tiny crack,
The experts call it jewel weed,
I watch its roots sink into black
After a week it’s still on track
Widens the crack, the spirit free
It walks away, not looking back
Where I am standing, I can see.
It was my fault they captured you
Away you go, away from me,
The wall between us grows anew,
Where I am standing, I can see.
XXVI.
She forgot,
Keeps forgetting,
Will forget
More and more
Nothing left
Trapped
in her own head.
Despair.
Surrender.
Gone.
XXVII.
Red, fat, juicy, shiny, and delicious
I picked some strawberries today.
Aromatic, tasty and nutritious,
I bake a cake, or maybe just sorbet.
Bold, daring, aspiring, and ambitious,
Do you want tarts, jam, biscuits, or beignet?
I make for you what you like best,
Because you are my favorite guest.
XXVIII.
And then there are moments
Where you stand on the brink
Not knowing if you’ll fall or fly
When you jump.
Your heart thumps
In your throat
And with your eyes closed
You wait
Too long
Until the slightest gust of wind
Takes the decision away from you.
Never do that again.
XIX.
Hiding behind a ready smile
is what you do all the time.
Seeing through your transparent guile
Will be my cue.
Finding you
XXX.
Valkyrie, Aditus, Mikiesboy and Puppilull proudly present VAMP's first poem:
The bright lights flashing
Obscure the closeness we seek
And leave us blinded
So many words unspoken
Our love in pieces—broken
Words ever whispered
in the dark are seared deeply
into memory.
Haunting echoes of past crimes,
memories of happy times.
Can we open eyes
Gone blind with past transgressions,
Reforming the whole?
Focusing on what we shared
See each other with souls bared.
Please let's try again
Our love is worth fighting for—
Two souls meant to be
Merging those halves of a whole
And twining our shattered soul
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