Santa is coming!
I've told him you're good.
So he's bringing his reindeer,
they'll stomp on your roof,
make a big ruckus
with their four dirty hooves.
With a clang and a clammer
he'll come on through
right down your chimney
with a present or two.
Give a big bellow,
a wiggle like jelly,
as he sends milk & cookies
down to his belly.
Then, as quick as he came,
he's off! There he goes!
On to bring joy
to the other good folks.
All poems and stories are written by, and property of Courtney M Watson - Secrets of a Wish Flower; A place for me to 'get on paper' my deepest cravings and outlooks on this...
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Stranger,
How do you make me
feel so rotten,
stranger?
With the wind in your lips
you howl; chasing into
my deepest insecurities.
I wave flurries upon myself.
Though you'll never know
just how cold the taste
of conjured wind curls.
Piercing through the fabric,
chilling my veins,
until the seams tear;
Letting out the frosted air.
How do you make me,
stranger?
How do you make me care?
Thursday, November 13, 2014
His Majesty
There is somewhere
God is hiding, cowardly.
Left ghosts to dirt
smothering their filthy souls.
Guilty from the Earth the maker had grown.
Temptation planted,
left hungry hearts to feed on poison.
Eat, children.
Taste the guilt.
Consume damned toxin,
inhale the spill.
His majesty has fled,
leaving his children
so ill.
God is hiding, cowardly.
Left ghosts to dirt
smothering their filthy souls.
Guilty from the Earth the maker had grown.
Temptation planted,
left hungry hearts to feed on poison.
Eat, children.
Taste the guilt.
Consume damned toxin,
inhale the spill.
His majesty has fled,
leaving his children
so ill.
Society's Taunting
Lost inside these tall buildings,
wept with despair;
"Oh, you poor soul."
Nowhere to turn, no place to go.
They are laughing, laughing at the insecurity.
With their big mouths and evil eyes
making that poor soul cry.
Cry until tears become words no one reads.
Until the body fades beneath the dirty paths,
Sinking.
Until, one day when none of it will matter.
When the tears have been claimed by Earth,
as well as the body that spilled them.
And all that is left is the laughter,
and the filthy mouths that made a poor soul cry.
wept with despair;
"Oh, you poor soul."
Nowhere to turn, no place to go.
They are laughing, laughing at the insecurity.
With their big mouths and evil eyes
making that poor soul cry.
Cry until tears become words no one reads.
Until the body fades beneath the dirty paths,
Sinking.
Until, one day when none of it will matter.
When the tears have been claimed by Earth,
as well as the body that spilled them.
And all that is left is the laughter,
and the filthy mouths that made a poor soul cry.
Slam: A Vision
Faith. It's what you believe but what no one lets you see.
Not the ministers, the re-writers, the gardens of Adam or Eve.
This, no, these
are what we come from.
Where our city let our bounty lay;
In hands of orphans.
Orphans given to us from clouds and heavens
where people fell but no one truly lived.
Where a Buddah be cast up to a spirits walk
and roll over in his grave because you call him God.
A righteousness lost.
For, all men seek to have, grab, bury in gold.
But all people see not what they live for.
Holding onto a world that never loved it, because they never loved anything
more than their:
side table, television, green trees made to green wealth;
Green filth.
Take this recognition and make it into not a religion;
a word so filthy it burns the mouths of saints.
Take this vision, and turn it into the wishes,
the ambitions, the soul decision,
to live life, to be right, to let go of all that is vicious.
Not the ministers, the re-writers, the gardens of Adam or Eve.
This, no, these
are what we come from.
Where our city let our bounty lay;
In hands of orphans.
Orphans given to us from clouds and heavens
where people fell but no one truly lived.
Where a Buddah be cast up to a spirits walk
and roll over in his grave because you call him God.
A righteousness lost.
For, all men seek to have, grab, bury in gold.
But all people see not what they live for.
Holding onto a world that never loved it, because they never loved anything
more than their:
side table, television, green trees made to green wealth;
Green filth.
Take this recognition and make it into not a religion;
a word so filthy it burns the mouths of saints.
Take this vision, and turn it into the wishes,
the ambitions, the soul decision,
to live life, to be right, to let go of all that is vicious.
Hello
Hello.
Had you known I loved you?
Had you known, you would have said
"Hello." right back to me.
You would have turned your head up
and mocked me with a smile.
Because you knew, I loved you.
I taught it to my brain
held it in my palms
& rolled it across my tongue.
& all along,
every breath I took
every part of speech I stuttered
was all an attempt
to say
"Hello. I love you."
Lost; There's No Place Like Home
It is still ugly in my head:
I write the word over again.
It curls all messy, like a dirty
mop
cleaning up poodle hair.
Staring straight at me,
I knew this was a mistake...
But my head too stubborn to admit
I need to go home.
Where is this place?
Lost.
I was just stopping by.
Love is:
Love is a window
dirty with leaves.
Left to chip paint;
Found it, no breeze.
Beneath its seal,
grimy from trees;
Mold of the Earth,
swallow overgrown dreams.
Beautifully ugly--
Eyes like amber
gleam beneath glass waves:
shooting through
the window's pane.
& Love
is a highway
passing through lanes
drowning in silence
this vibrating stage.
Define: LOVE
Feed
it all it really wants
kiss
it on its head.
Keep it 'til the light burns out;
Until
we deem the world dead.
Give
it all our flesh can bare,
kick
until its numb,
nourish
it with colored lines,
scrape
it to the crumb.
Hold
it 'til it feels no worry,
skip
until it coos;
Let
it own the futures word,
reciting
all we knew.
Love
is more than a playwright
a
kiss, hello, ado;
Love
is beyond the meaning of life;
A human, a me, a you...
More
complicated and dramatic
than
the writings of solid proof.
Love
is not to be foretold
until
the world comes unglued.
New Love (for Jessie)
This man
so covered in moss and dirty growth;
He has harbored my heart,
opened my soul.
And I am binding the branches,
cleaning the crevices,
drinking all the muck and mud
to make a new life;
Climb inside.
The hollows are warm and gentle,
sweet and clean.
He is the most remarkable making
I have ever seen.
A shining something
covered in silk
kissing on branches of butterfly milk.
I lie in the grass at his roots just below,
staring to the marvel that stand high above.
And I shout to the treetops,
I am in love.
Sailor's Siren
In the distance I hear
you dreaming
of a siren's song, I feel her singing.
Glass, her eyes; They fixate, gleaming.
Waves of winter bring you now
closer to the witch's house.
Curling fingers, slimy mouth;
of a siren's song, I feel her singing.
Glass, her eyes; They fixate, gleaming.
Waves of winter bring you now
closer to the witch's house.
Curling fingers, slimy mouth;
Your mind screaming, "someone let me out".
Drowning quick, she's fast! She'll take you
when no one else is here to save you.
Taking life, a subtle race
to that of the smile upon her face.
She licks her lips, a reddish goo;
which once was the subtle hue of you.
Drowning quick, she's fast! She'll take you
when no one else is here to save you.
Taking life, a subtle race
to that of the smile upon her face.
She licks her lips, a reddish goo;
which once was the subtle hue of you.
Theory And The Big Bang
There is no one.
There never has been.
There never has been.
The aisles dark, roads set to gloom.
A face buried in itself
crying
"wolf, wolf!"
...
but no one came.
For no one was there to come.
Until from the shadows slithered a tongue,
& once upon a time
a creature arrived.
Not a simple someone, but a whole something.
Bursting through the moth's dust
bringing light to this place;
You were blinding -
My eyes!
Never had a pain felt so sweet.
You came
to end all ends
and begin here,
to end all ends
and begin here,
with something new, called 'us'
For, we sit among the gloom
yet, it not feel so dark
now that I share this place with you.
Something Like A Dream
Something
like a dream about you.
Wishing
upon stars.
Wading
in moonshine's lake -
Silk
attire across sandbars.
It is the very act of drowning
in
a sweetness, rich and dark.
On
this journey, call it love
Come,
let us embark.
Step-Monster
How can a woman be so
cold?
As if a demon swept up her soul -
Took it away to the hollows beneath,
kept it in stomach, held as a feast.
This wicked, she stands,
a mosquitoed mouth
burrowed in victims
swallowing shouts.
Holds no mercy
to the truest believer,
crushing their will
as they stand just beneath her.
Will no morning come? Will no victim rise?
To cast her down through photographer's eyes?
To gaze then, upon her
to show her what's what!
May no glory save us
from this feminine smut?
May no warmth become her?
A bottle, a pen
this ink will destroy her
killing her, then.
Taking her reign to a solid end.
My Reaper, such a humble friend by comparison.
As if a demon swept up her soul -
Took it away to the hollows beneath,
kept it in stomach, held as a feast.
This wicked, she stands,
a mosquitoed mouth
burrowed in victims
swallowing shouts.
Holds no mercy
to the truest believer,
crushing their will
as they stand just beneath her.
Will no morning come? Will no victim rise?
To cast her down through photographer's eyes?
To gaze then, upon her
to show her what's what!
May no glory save us
from this feminine smut?
May no warmth become her?
A bottle, a pen
this ink will destroy her
killing her, then.
Taking her reign to a solid end.
My Reaper, such a humble friend by comparison.
The Mystic Runaway
Beyond the seventh tower
across the raven's grasp
lie a tiny wire comb
atop this iron path.
Underneath such tower
live a liar, there.
Finely combing every thread
of her wire hair.
Asking
"Can you save me?
Will you meet me, where?"
Yet her pleas stand,
a siren's song,
floating in the air.
a siren's song,
floating in the air.
For the path has gone,
the wire, sod,
& just a liar there.
Ugly
I wish I was so ugly
like the stars
in their gaseous bursts
so ugly
like the moon
divots, holes in its skull.
Ugly
like the discolored leaves
dropping to
such beautiful human's feet.
If I could be
so lucky
to become
So ugly.
Relativity
How
may I categorize the hatred in you
when
there is so much in everyone else?
&
how may I find you so evil
when
I find no saint within myself?
My Planet Gave Me A Name
Help.
The
line is breaking,
shattering
bones -
tendrils
shaking.
Help.
Discarded
blood.
Holding
ashes in her hood...
Fists
to fight
for
what's good.
...What's
good?
Help.
The
ground is gone -
floating here now, far too long.
Eating nice
from
dirty palms.
Help.
We
need you now.
You!
Yet
you not know how
to
do...
become
the vow
that
helps
the
line that's breaking
saves
the Earth from scattering, shaking.
Help.
Our
bodies to become what's good.
What
is good?
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