The Dark Poetry of Omega Maverick
Bowed head in Silence.
Gods are dead.
Long live the violence.
Generation X’ed out.
Veins dilated.
The Children of Cobain.
One giant blood stain.
Shotgun shells cause no pain.
Skull echo chamber.
Grey matter.
Tuesday’s child.
Splatter Painter
April showers.
Give a fifth. A pint of blood.
Cry like rain.
X.
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Dear Parents,
Hey Mother!
Did you protect your child?
While father went wild.
Hey Mother!
What happened to the promise.
Forceful daddy stranger danger.
Hey Daddy!
Ignore me more.
Destitute heart.
Hey Daddy!
Do I Exist?
Slit my wrist.
Hey Mother!
Down the street.
Not across the road.
Hey Mother!
How do you feel now?
Red sheet sorcery.
Hey Mother!
Did your denial lie?
Look… you made yourself cry.
I must end this letter now.
So, dear parents…
I just want you to know.
I’m glad I died.
Lovingly,
“Your” Child:
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How ghastly was your thought last night, kind sir?
Did it cause fear or pleasure, kind sir?
Could you kill with delight tonight, kind sir?
Does your mind or furrowed brow,
bring you to the here and now, kind sir?
Have you reveled in her pain, kind sir?
What is the essence of your darkness, dear sir?
Do you laugh in the face of earthen playthings, kind sir?
Is your mind near or far, kind sir?
If she gave you the mind inside her,
would you wish her suffering near dead, kind sir?
If she isn’t faithful to you?
If she doesn’t show you respect?
That only you feel you deserve…
will you hit her, dear sir?
Are you everything you wanted?
Do you see you in the mirror?
Can you, do you, ever hear her, kind sir?
Was there anything you could do?
Anything you could have give,
to help her live?
Sir, would you have said the things you said, kind sir?
After all is said and done.
After all the wishes are wished.
After all the games are won.
Will you still love her, kind sir?
Will you show it?
Will you, dear sir?
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Hearts meeting fast.
Aching for this to last.
Is it real or another fake?
Another bucket of bitterness.
Poured into this lake.
Realize please…
A heart is at stake.
Another stake through soul.
Just cruel jest uncontrolled.
One mere moment hidden from shame.
Last breath by an embittered heart.
Another beginnings end?
Another false start.
In the eyes words that scream.
“Is it ashes or candy?”
Watch your speeches.
Soul hollowed out again and again.
A has been could have been reality?
A chance begged reality?
Crush me cruel deceit!
Wait and wonder whilst heart skips a beat.
No reality when souls do meet?
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I smell your hunger.
Passion fills the air.
Your passion turns on you.
A smile fills your eyes.
Subtle thoughts making hips move.
Finding the chink in your armor.
I slide in.
You know your caught.
But you don’t mind.
You knew it was inevitable.
If given time.
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Gone but never from my heart.
Only wish: your happiness.
Love is always here
Never lost.
Only sights changed.
However: This. Never. Will.
I will always love you.
A new heart holds your hand.
To neither shatter nor maul.
Never to do what I did.
Never at all.
But, know this to be true.
I still so very much love you
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Into the arms of death come I.
I, black waters of confusion.
I, hands of bottomless wrath.
I, bombed beach of sanity.
It infects me.
It infests me.
I, must maim.
I, lack mercy to kill.
Burn it all down.
Before it crumbles.
I, disintegrate.
I, melted by my inferno of tears.
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Water eyes sand storm.
Reality’s grip slowly slips.
Hands do rumble.
Breath gasps to pray.
Mind race dreams.
Riding, mares of the night.
Your presence among fragments.
So glad you misunderstood.
Feeling new soul dawn.
So, come. now.
As we begin to cry.
Let one last twinkle glimmer.
Forever in these dark jaded eyes.
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I walk the valley of skin.
Looking in the eyes of strangers.
Seeing the stranger I am.
I walk in silence.
Begging someone to listen.
Screaming to ears.
Deaf ears.
Looking to the horizon.
I see nothing.
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Life is here,
the time is now.
The milk for cheese comes from the cow.
But it must age,
as so must we…
So that we may keep climbing up life’s rough tree.
Hands together and hands apart;
so far away but always close to my heart.
Eyes on Venice,
hearts that Rome,
Where is it that anyone truly calls home…
Spoiled, rotten,
cheese is mold…
A tale to tell of broken hearts.
Penicillin gives a healing start.
Even when hearts still bleed.
So do not protest,
it shall be in vein.
For the healing has come;
wasting medicine would be a shame.
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