The Dark Poetry of Omega Maverick
Sinister eyes reflecting daggers back to me.
Lost mindginity.
Forsaken filth.
Rolling another waste.
Tip the cup to forget.
Wasted seeds of a fruitless life.
Hand me another.
Rake me under.
Forget another life.
Keep up, past, running cold behind.
Hide from reality.
Whiskey slathered dreams.
Lay to rest.
Post lost peace.
Realized innocence found.
Goodbye surrender.
Renewed brains pondering.
Feast of thoughts from the damned.
Simple living shell.
Numbness the feeling.
Bringing Hell.
Spirit rejects light.
Forge ahead in to night.
Cheer with Satan in delight.
Killing cries music.
Forlorn ashes. Spit in my grave.
Nothing left worthy the save.
Ads to mire as kings become slaves
Incessant incest of the paved.
Behind teams of sneering whores
Condom-plation of the condom nation is a bore
Never shall we know the score.
Simple slashes.
Hundred trillion arm’s length gashes.
Remember friends…
Down the street not across the road.
If you want to lighten life’s hard load.
Jill be nimble, Jack be quick…
Rape’s a cinch if you shame them quick.
Would you rather jack your prick?
See jail; feel the pain.
Touch your toes in gang bang train.
What, don’t you love this shame?
So now?
What blows?
Helter Skelter in winter’s frigid reigns
Vultures circle every hours drain.
We die vain never truly in vein.
What are the gains?
Servile wretches scream for blood.
Given to razor tipped truth.
Everybody is wasted youth.
Variety is the spice of life?
Every drawer has too many knives.
Too many ways to take away too many dreams.
Lost the translation between heaven and hell.
Rotting in a grave; how grave is the smell?
Leave us be!
So we may retreat in the night.
Soothed from torture of day’s wicked lights.
Resembling Jesus, the beast died for sins.
By way of crucified crutches you so adore.
Not in the ground but passed out on the floor.
Resurrected!
No longer can I be your cultural whore…
Kill the music! Destroy the fanfare!
Better than living in your toxic air.
Cannot allowing to permeate the skin.
That fear. The feel of lies oozing in.
Shattering chains, I rise to ashes!
Freeing myself with many gashes.
Still, conformist air delivers many lashes.
But…
It is time for the beast to renew the clashes.
Ω:
Gaping spectators eye rape,
While domineering whispers,
Come from the smirk of Mr. Condescension.
Invigoration, Miss Waterfall,
Overwhelmed by brutal tactile sensation.
Spirited retreat…
Barroom, bathroom, bedroom: Courtroom.
Never walk away…
In the midst of saloon drenched mating dance.
Yearning, spilled planed gush.
Disposable emotions decayed.
Splayed open; lifetime for servitude.
All for one blight of pleasure.
High the price for a moment of youth…
Just spirited away.
Whisk me away,
from that which might harm me.
Shelter me away,
too much inner evil.
Mask away from all horrors,
numbing of the senseless.
Visions of Sobriety.
Taste of faith…
Am I doing me good?
Want to want what I cannot have,
Desire the need to keep the things I must.
Shut my eyes from liars and saints,
And have the wisdom to know their the same.
What are you? What is good for you?
Who? Are you my God?
I am my own God.
Yes, with a big G.
Follow your leader, I will follow mine.
We’ll see who’ peace last longer.
Because, To Thine Own Self Be True… I am.
Breath in filth of your lies.
Wipe your faith upon my sleeve.
Remind me not of foolish waste, the you gave.
Serenity’s failing… meeting meat sailing in alcohol dreams.
Fiending lush addicted to the feeling of nothing.
Lusting for another sweet morgueasmic moment.
Where even stillness is a scream. Senses of high-five.
Emotional malfunction; feigning smile every day.
Hoping sorrow is never far away: at I know it.
Lapsing to the false that positive brings
Listening to the loins with which I exhale.
Exhuming my emotions only for the sake of brevity.