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:
Wishing: your presence.
Gone to peaceful retreat.
Knowing in dreams we do meet.
Ghosts watching over eras passed.
Seasons, withering and growing.
Time convexed. Zeitgeist of decades to come.
Uncaring ways of the day; then or now.
Wanting you resting.
Watching form distant.
Though miles part us.
I feel, tears in your eyes…
Scales of the heart.
Soulless, lost in time.
Tattered cloth interior.
Unravels as we are wrapped in dreams reality.
When you choose to spend time on you or anyone.
It means you are giving a sliver of your life to them.
A gift.
No matter how small that time period might be.
See it as precious.
It is given to everyone but no one can ever reproduce it.
Always remember to be thankful for any time given.
Never forget to spend time wisely.
So, thank you for giving a slice of your life to read this.
Brush against breath so weak.
Whispered caresses.
Shattered sheltered memories.
Days past holding.
Closing down dreams.
Stop the reliving of passionate embrace.
Never sure of…
What came,
Will come,
But, come what may.
Screaming with hope into the ahead.
Dreams: only true reality.
Even if it was a dream.
Continue breathing for the sake of dreaming.