gangster aSSaSiN SPY


 

gangster aSSaSiN SPY

 

once stated that I was a gangster

I didn’t protest I didn’t struggle

as I might have once bared or even cared

how could I with my mean streak?

a cruel streak, a grey streak,

a dark streak, bloodied and gristle

like something you might pass

to the edge of your plate unwanted

but I loved my mothers cuddle

imagined, felt or struggled

we always left strained and muzzled

and here we are as a group of filings

drawn to a north pole magnetic

a candle burning shining hope

and warmth for our hearts ease

so easy to please filled honestly

yes with emotional disease

and everything is a named disease

a disease labelled and sorted

a love true tied and thwarted

like limbs bound aborted

silent feeling rushing into a green sea

and in the sea bathing the sparkled moon

shook its fist and waved its anonymity

like paving stones in the desert

like sun flares cavorting golden

like maids abandoning discretion

bronze warriors laying down arms

for a brief fleeting and then sober

hard heavy and cruel no one is better

for a life lived with no art and no heart

 

writtenbyedenbray26.09.2013 

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About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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