The doormat brings with it it’s own excuses
For harboring lost thoughts
Of my vengeance.
Forever embraced by the hallow deeds
Of raspberries filled with scornful melodies
Inside their core, their bitterness stings
My tongue with a sourness overcome
By vicious melodies bombarding my
Mind so listlessly.
I’m melting in the sun so filled with
It’s buttery decree.
I’m left dancing outside like a mundane
Archer taking aim against vicious levities
Of the outright political game.
I’m embalmed with the crucifix burning
My flesh with starved convictions.
I’m famished by the powers withholding me
And feeding me to the hungry sharks
Swarming around my cage.
I’m lost in a watery grave
Where only the sadistic survive
The maze of the harpoon.
Dying carp freeze in the ice.
I’m withholding my heart
Until tomorrows spring.
For I’ve learned to dance in the snow
When the burrow brings forth it’s own song.
Let the rich melodies pour out of your
Grave, and bring me into the hourly tides.
I’m ever floating across the lake of your
Allow me to bring my party hats, so I can
Topple over you mind with the fruitfulness
Of lush shrubbery with all their essence.
I’m driven by the fires burning up my soul
With evergreens throbbing against my heart.
For they bleed out the grail pouring forth
Unto you, my friend.
If only you’ll learn to hobble once you’ve
Been stung on the foot by a bee.
I create my own task master.
For it is none other than me.
I’m left standing there holding your
Heart on a pole.
I’m ready to consume the vilest taste
Of your herbs, if only you’ll sedate me
So I no longer have to feel the pain
Of your leaving me behind.
I’m drifting in the foulest pools
Of consciousness when the melody
I’m the delft parted across the sea
Of the fires.
I long to be cast aside by the nets
Holding me prisoner to the night,
But the song they choose to play
Is the feverish hours of the stars
Blinking their light into my eyes.
I’m gone overboard, because I lost
My grip on life.
I’m sailing across the sea with no one
To guide me to you.
How can I bring for the misery unto
You when you’ve left me nothing but
The hollow log I sleep in on a cold night.
The waters thirst for survival in the grave
Of your rite, but I’m left winded after
Trying to tread on water for so long a tide.
I’m sifted by the breathing fire coming
From your nostrils when the harpoons
Engage themselves in the shark meat
Ready to be pounced upon.
I’m the grave holding myself prisoner
For I know nothing else better than
To sing of the wisest miser ever created
By the Creator himself.
I’m strong, but I’m fragile all
At the same time.
Help these seeds grow you left
Planted in my heart.
For they torture me at night with
I’m helpless in the darkness when
Striving to breath in wicked breaths
Every time the rain goes away,
You take a piece of my sight with you.
Each day passing by me, I’m overcome
With the hunger to seize your wild heart,
And devour it’s passion with my tired spirit.
Bring me back into the lion’s den
So my song will continue to be heard.
Let me be the one who lets you into the
Coasting plight of this miracle dancing
For the captor is none of than the waves
Crashing upon our heads when disease
Of the soul echoes on in the realms of the dead.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015