DelusionsA Poem by Jose Camacho
A heart and darkest feelings
Cradled the inner child; The devil and his son. Somethings were not meant to feel. The broken had spoken; A devil and his son. Shredded smiles--Smiles not alive; Will break you in the dark. How many are invisible? Pouring out their fear-- Fear to be at the crack Or fear to be in the middle. We, the boys and the chosen , We threatened the broken; Destroyed them with a rhyme; A devilish waltz. Knickers of thorn remind her of The sex of pearls and sin. The pain into her loins reminds her; The price of a concubine. On a dance of winds, I had a sinister eye. In the morning at the break of dawn, Harlots thirst for men's wine. We made fools; Pendulums. The longer you look, You'll see I am delusional. Cry--Cry for men; Cry for men's familiar voices A pearl shows-- Shows the women that we are. Lie for a diamond's life. Too soon we all shall see-- See I am a dime Whose worth is not so real. Written on her arms, We all gave a song. She poured her blood And soon I am red. Her heart and darkest feelings Cradled the inner child; Delicate moans call-- Call the battle's end. Our whispers dance in rhythm; A devilish waltz. The women become a diamond, And the men caress our worth.
© 2013 Jose CamachoAuthor's Note
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Added on June 7, 2013 Last Updated on June 7, 2013 |