Dante’s Tours

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Welcome to Life

Where the lucky

Are hurt young

And the unfortunate

Die numb

Have a seat

It’ll take you through

I’ll start you as a child

Warm & new

You will

live

love

hurt

and die

Make people happy

Or ruin their lives

I promise you’ll like it

And the price is fair

Pay me anyway you like

For I haven’t a care

The rules can change

Though without notice

You can bet anything

That’ll teach you what hope is

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Plea before the Bench

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Ahhhhh…

Blank page

Before my eyes again

Challenger of my Soul

Is it you that guides me

Towards fate

Will you be my judge

In the end

Sarcasm    Dreams

Hate    Love

Apathy    Religion

Drool    Wisdom

Upon your skin

I testify

Of these things

I am guilty

Who I am

and what I’ve done

For good

And the bad

Whether you acquit me

Or condemn

I thank you

Though not for your verdict

As much as you presence

You dear page

Who bears my weight

When I cannot

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I am Undone

I am empty

My spirit is hibernating

I have stopped responding

No color

No black

No white

Obscured shades of grey

The Stone foundation cracks

Then turns to sand

The tower falters

I watch blankly

At the impending fall

I feel no remorse

I feel nothing

 

My flower has dried and fallen

Unfertilized seeds

Are taken by the wind

The stalk turns brown

Then to dust

My life ebbs back into the bulb

Underground

Still and lifeless

The Kitchen

An antique is
Old
UselessAnd showy
Serving no purpose
That is my aunt’s kitchen

Cooking here is minimal
But style is at a maximum
Old oak floors
And a tin ceiling hung with fans

Antique glass on each cupboard
Displays urns of hand dried
Noodles and herbs
Like a mausoleum

All of which clashes with the
Stainless steel
Digital
LED display
Of the most modern
Double oven

Framed in worm bored antique wood paneling

We are visiting, my wife and I
I am talking with my aunt
My wife goes to the kitchen
Looking for something to drink

She finds the fridge in a recessed corner
It is an old fridge
My aunt thinks it’s ugly
She hides it

My wife opens it
She does not see drinks
She does not see food
Only condiments
Ketchup can make anything taste good

What once was food is now
A governmental experiment
Wrapped in cellophane
Green, red, & brown
Frigid, toxic rainbow

Ten minutes later
My wife hands me my coat
Her stern eyes glare into mine
She says
“It’s time to go”

 

MISS HARLEY QUINN’S
Take on Her Kitchen
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An Antique is
Old
Lovely
And full of memories
This is my kitchen

Cooking here is a constant
Style a vain hope
New sticky tab tile flooring
And an old ceiling with flourescent lighting.

A 23rd coat of paint on each cupboard
Keeping safe hand picked herbs
Like a magician’s hat

All of which comes together with
witch dolls on high
cats on counters
candles that flicker

If you were to visit, your wife and you
You’d have no room to gather or stand

If your wife went to the ever so small kitchen
Looking for something to drink

She coudn’t help but find the fridge
I think it serves its purpose
And it can’t hide

If your wife opened it
She would see drinks
She would see food
And condiments
Feta and truffle oil make everything grand

The food thats there,
made with love and care
Is kept in lead free containers just waiting to be enjoyed

Yummy, savory, a culinary rainbow.

10 minutes later
Your wife hands you her coat and says,
“Please hang this up…we’re staying to sup.”

This is my kitchen. 🙂

Pity the Gods

What is a God without believers?

Perhaps alone

Maybe insane

Definitely mortal

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Forgotten Gods

No one to take them seriously

But themselves

The mumbling and pathetic lunatic

Stumbling down the street

Living in a reality

That rots his soul

The world he created to rule

Turned out to be just another hell

If only he could admit to himself

His mistake

Struck

By the time I saw the light

Someone’s heart had stopped beating

Then the explosion beneath my feet

With the power of a four engine train

The force shot upwards through my body

Bounced off the top of my head

Then went back down into the ground

Where I was now lying

It was September

After three O’clock

Details are fuzzy

The feeling though

Is quite clear

Waking

Breathing to the fullest

I draw in the morning air

Each exhale a sigh

Purging the sleep from within

Tea

Amniotic fluid for the soul

Like Arthur from the Grail

I drink

Scanning the room

Remembering who I am

As the morning fills with light

So does my body fill with life

Each moment of the awakening

Spent in a silent ceremony of respect

For the day is new

And I have been reborn

From the Seed

Each moment

-Adds a leaf to the tree

Ever growing

-In height and girth.

Flowering in joy

-To mark discovery

Branching out

-In new perspectives

Autumn colors

-Covenant to wisdom

Solace of the soul

-In winters sleep

Seed laden fruit

-Propagation of success

Strength through adversity

-Rings around the heart

Anchored in truth

-Moss covered roots