Blood Flow
Red rivers of blood flows
From the wounds upon his body
Beaten
Left for dead
A used sexually
Physically
Emotionally
Red rivers of blood flows
From the wounds upon his body
Beaten
Left for dead
...White Feather
White Feather
Sent through the air
Surfing in the atmosphere
Letting us know,
angels you are there
Enlightenment that you care
Protecting us, so life is fair
divinely beautiful
Blow angel air
Land on me
I know you care
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
I'm calling you...
My dear earthly friendship is a glorified Universe! When I looked at you with hesitant, squeaking trembling after the winter-smelling aftermath of windy March idus; my incredible despair, and my selfish self-pity calvary — Intentionally you could feel yourself — if you wanted to — I didn’t go there to you! My chubby bones were rattled and crackled by the wind of the ordas: the crouching shadow on the line of my heel turned into an ugly bat wing and the peoples of the gentlemen were dressed like a leper! With ringing, friendly letters every day
I honor you and the sure doubts continue to make you uncertain: Are you still reading at all? And your redeeming tender Gioconda pillar glows again to a noble thought and we can become Friends!
But fearful: My life-giving, broad hope fades like ...
Broomstick
Walking through the valley
Shadow of Death
You will not tally
Broomstick sweep,
and clear the alley,
deep within this valley
Form a circle
Lock it tight,
We will sweep,
all through the night,
eyes focused,
beautiful Moonlight
Charge our circle, and
keep it tight
Broomsticks work,
through the night
Death be gone
No longer in sight
Never tally on
Moonlight night,
Special broomsticks
Sweep so right
Best in a circle
That is tight
Grim Reaper
Your finished, and
Out of sight
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Fine
Sometimes I say I'm fine
When in reality
I am fuing inside
I say I'm fine
Because I have no words
To express what is happen
Sometimes I say I'm fine
But
I am falling apart
Mentally
Emotionally
Physically
Sometimes I say I'm fine
I feel as if I am on
Death's doorstep
Waiting for that door to open
So I may go in
Earl Grey
Make a brew
Earl Grey please
A cup for two
Bergamot oil
Will subdue
You will know,
this unique,
tea for two
China cups filled with,
black not blue
Deary me
Will we get through
Yes of course
It's tea for two
Black, White, or possibly
Blue.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Full Moon
When the full moon rises
the beast within me comes out to play
My eyes grow wide
My nails long
My hair gets long to
I howl at the moon
I howl for joy
I howl for freedom
I run
a hunting savage I am
chasing my prey through the night
I run
feeling the wind rush by as I go
All through the night
Running
Chasing
Freedom at it's finest
In the morning
The sun rises
I return to myself once more
The nights adventure as ended
...
DEMOLISHED WITH LOVE
While you watched and threw your dice
Wondering about my life
Rolling your eyes at my tireless efforts
Epic strife
Always believing Christ is bigger than Cash
Publically beaten striken by the paid wicked
Thinking the Devil would have eventual say
and
Reign over all
You have it wrong I stand and say
Lineage and line Align
Our Father in Heaven bestowed in my chest
Has been oh to patient
While you mock and jest
I pray with him for the warriors hoping to win
The oldest night
The oldest night
The seeming same under heavens sparkling tent,
passing transparent grays when moonlight went.
Mental aggregation from that pain of deep,
when all could be perfect with some needed sleep.
Unpredictable tincture when unknown one self embrace,
myriads of senses painting some speculated place.
Same but not same from subtle melodies of haze,
memories in different light play mental amazed.
Is that the prophesy to shift that light to shade,
or is madness a soft color weaving a parade.
Smiting faces in facets laughing by fraction in time,
loving affection needed as promised everlasting prime.
Shrouds of shivering sensations quickly manifold,
pouncing adrenalin pushing the heart so bold.
Ecstasies of psychic destruction in vain,
fears not recognized pushing some catalyst again.
So many death...
Pilgrim pain
Shame-weeping precious sorrows are embodied in the tear-battered trenches of my eyes! Annihilated Figure withered between the treasure chunks of dwindling sunbeams - I find myself less and less! Hiss has an abundant alley-scented, ominous Tomorrow in which snake-tongued weeds and hyena hear a killer-marching laugh! The far-gliding count of rich minutes is busy on the dial of the tick-clog clock!
My bed - if I don’t care - will be embedded in a bottomless abyss for me! - Fattened by the noises of Darius, this great World of Indifference is puffing: my heart is becoming more and more lonely! Grumbling, annoying, "some" temper swearers scare me at whom Literature has become a useless useless thing! That's why I'm deliberately running behind my pilgrimage walls! Her lung-pumping lung pumps rattle a expelled Silence! Midnight Wraith Shadows Evil D...