Final Signiture

 

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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 126 

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“Even without wars, life is dangerous.”

  ~ Anne Sexton

 

My name no longer ends with yours

what was once whispered low

is now a bellow yet still a song

these words I give liberation

but for you they will echo

back and forth with a force that leaves a sting

I will no longer lay down in your dark pastures

hidden by your wheat and lost oaks

I shall rise like smoke

leaving a burn in your throat

you will never be able to swallow

like the hardest of pills

forgetting would be a luxury now

these aches are deeper than one sunburn out on the plow

the truest of regrets splinter in and root deep

the softness of my love

will settle into your heart that way

a piercing prick

pushing ever deeper

full with the ache you cannot forget

I gave you everything once

you stomped on it like a lit cigarette on the ground

I will take what light I still have with me

both heat and light rise and so shall I

my name no longer ends with yours

I suppose it never truly did.

The Voices of Greed

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Written for "Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero: a Pantry of Prose # 7  Gothic Fiction
over at Poets United. & for the Sunday Muse # 71

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I would fulfill my wildest dream of material possessions, that I might hear my soul wailing through marble halls. ~Muriel Strode

312 Word Count 😊

    Queen Margery learned more of death than she did of life, when it came to all the queens before her.  The Castle Gerard was known for its curse, and the strange death of all that walked its halls confirming the truth in the rumors that spread throughout Garrison Town. 

  

  The Villagers that resided outside Garrison lived in a certain poverty.  Money was scarce and food scarcer, but no matter how hungry the people remained, they preferred to live in their squalor existence than high and mighty in the Castle of Doom, as some would say.

   Margery had been hearing the voices around her, not just from the people of town, but the other voices, the ones that spoke in the halls at night.   “What is wrong my lady?” asked Agnes her lady-in-waiting, who took care of her every need.  “You seem upset.” She added.  Margery simply shook her hand at her to go, knowing that she could not tell her, although Agnes truly knew.

   The voices were what killed Queen Beatrice, but not the way one would think.  The voices drove her mad, and her madness drove her to her death.  Jumping off the cliff of Laurel Manor.  It is said that the voices of all the elite that came before her are the ghostly voices that whisper to the mad.  Each soul is lulled by the souls before to join them in their brood of greed and madness.

  

  Margery felt both attraction and disdain for the whispered words that made her long for darkness, pulling her closer and closer to the edge of sane.  She slipped away in the night feeling a hot rush of pain and pleasure come over her, as she too jumped into the sea that the voices told her was were her true fortune lied.  Greed has always been a liar to those who are its fool.

A Deep Grave

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Linking with Poetry Jam for the "Graveyard" prompt with Laurie.

God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled. ~Author Unknown

 

It was a grave decision when he took beauty over deeper things
like a porcelain vase he just had to touch
he reached out his hand to caress
the detailed edges
and then
in a moment
he was too
far gone
breath
by breath
he gave
all he
had
to her
until
there was
nothing left
to give
he lost it all
his wealth
the beauty of true love
his heart and the girl
leaving a vacuum in his soul the size of a mass grave
yes it was a grave decision when he took beauty over deeper things.

Things To Do Before I Kick The Bucket

"God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled."

~Author Unknown

1. Fly to Ireland.

2. Go on a cruise.

3. Start an assisted living community outreach ministry.

4. Write a book of short stories.

5. Get a book of poems published.

6. Compete in an karaoke contest.

7. Loose 40 pounds.

8. Write a children's book.

9. Take a college art class.

10. Take up painting.

11. Attempt skulpting.

12. Learn to play the piano.

13. See my grandchildren's children graduate from college.

"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~Erma Bombeck