Purple-Freak9

This Is The Time of Your Life (You Just Can't Tell) I'm that piece of poetry written by Artist Unknown Scrawled on a napkin left behind in the coffee shops of your youth You cannot tread these waters; you cannot slow this current. Nowhere to go and nothing to prove and my guilt is my only crime. I'm the rough stitches on a cardigan that snags every point. Pin pricks into your flesh You try to fix me, But this is a throw-away culture we live in.

Were If the dreams came what would they be? Big plans vs. loose ends those tiny clouds in clear skies Time will see us realign Diamond Skies But this is the carbon before the blaze, And I will be your worst habit by far.

Head East, They Said "Head East" for the gold and for the memories, For the familiar sun on unfamiliar pavement. For the red in the grass, The cracked concrete and broken glass "Go now" Whilst you are young and idealistic, You will never be as beautiful as pure madness, But there is no love without fire or Molotovs and motives. They said I could be a politician but I cannot cry. Now there is no more revolution and I'm not sure what sort of fool I have become. You shouldn't take advice at 3am.

O, For a Muse of Fire O, for a Muse of fire with diamond eyes, Bring me to the edge of This staged kingdom; Throw me over the edge until time Sees us realign with more beautiful chaos. I am Mars, I am every Monarch, I am all the chess-pieces on this broken game board You long to play. Do you like the way the water tastes After your eternal thirst for more? Shower me into your very same realm And let this perilous ocean part. Cherry waves of soldier’s blood In the wine goblets of rich white men, Like the Hydra, Cut off one head and more grown back To rule the sick hierarchy. The coffin shakes in a chariot of glass, Pulled through an e

Sepia In my finite amounts are infinities of possibility. Men have wept, women swooned, Children ceased their sweet madness momentarily At the hands of a few words. The best stories never made it through whole, For you see Medusa devoured Perseus for the fool he was, Helen wasn't all that beautiful, just clever, And Sparta fell at the hands of women despite its mighty reputation Of course there are other myths that aren't mythical, Legends less legendary than most- It’s all in the interpretation. The sword is wrongly feared; for all blood eventually soaks into the ground, It’s the pen that is eternal Aided by nothing more than

The Moon in Virgo She wore Mercury on her lips; For when the visions came the madness left a poisonous taste in the mouth and rotten teeth (several missing) There was once a sweet and youthful element, as is the case with women, But she lost her worth in societal eyes long before twenty two. Now she is eighty six with no husband to determine her path; The stars do it well enough. Even the sun shines in a way that allows her to regain stolen beauty, Without the use of too much rouge. Astrology became a science when God abandoned her, Many would argue he was never there. A distant relative was burned as a witch of sorts, But she is not bitte

Hairline Fracture The subtle knowing that divides you from "the others"- that one day you'll be gone. Erased. Is enough to make you feel both small and superior at the same time. It angers you when people use the word "Infinity" Life is as finite as the number of Grains of sand in the hourglass, Yet it's so easy to enjoy daytime television and takeout food. There is more to being a biological philistine than simply existing for days on end, Because we can't all go to Peru Or climb mountains. The biggest feat is simply waking up every day To the safe sound of a steady heartbeat.

Untitled With a Sense of Purpose I find myself drinking coffee that tastes of Monday mornings, Yet I have not risen early in what seems like a century. The extra sugar could lead to health complications- Like most of life's pleasures. Regardless, I take my coffee the same. You were worse than any overdose two, three, ten times as bad but you took far longer than coffee to leave my system- I would probably take you the same again.

Cerberus I come with knives so I am ready fresh from my back for your ternary spine. Each head is a year I will never see again, yet I find myself allowing more to be taken. I have lain between the lion's claws and found them comforting. We both mediate between Hades or metaphors, the bark is truly worse than the bite. Twelve months and Twelve Labours later It is still working- The Gods are cruel creatures.