Those are some nice poems, Jimbo. Really literary with some sophisticated imagery; really grandiose, heaven and hell-type stuff. The words sound pretty, but I really don't know what any of them are about. The first one seems to be nostalgic, the second contemplative and the last one guilty. Or maybe not? This might all just be my sleep deprivation talking. I'll need to take a more in-depth and attentive look at them later.
That said, I've also been working on a poem in lieu of writing any more fiction. I've been lazy. Tons of ideas just no incentive. Meh, these things are temporary, I've got my ups and downs. I don't even know if this can really be a called a 'poem', I'd intended it to be a song, but I know nothing about music, so that probably won't go well, but it was also supposed to be in my book. It has characters from my book and fits into the plot.
Oh, and it contains a lot of slurs towards homosexuals. The intention was to be satirical, not homophobic, but it's also a confession . . . in song! How gay is that, right? Anyway, I think the subject matter is serious, but the whole thing reads like a slowly winding farce. Probably because I don't want to admit that the subject matter is serious.
Also, it's long. About seven Microsoft Works pages. Read at your own risk.
Chrysalis Trauma
BENJAMIN HADES
Remember the guy who’d never hold himself up?
Face rotted bone, sipping Coke out a paper cup?
Well he’s got a side you’ve never seen,
A side that’s inhuman ugly and obscene,
An ancient curse crying silent in his genes,
Makes the blood rupture in a hundred spleens,
DRAMA FAERIES
You knew this whole time, but we never did,
And now he’s gone and blown off the lid,
It’s left a very nasty scar,
Gave us all a big har, har, har,
It was our friend from the autumn play,
But we stand here on this very day,
Met with shock and awe,
At the very strange thing that we saw,
BENJAMIN HADES
It’s been spreading for awhile now,
Swelled up plump like an infected cow,
But now it’s time for him to take his bow,
Deceit like this, we can never allow,
DRAMA FAERIES
He was wrapped tight in a blue velvet bed,
With someone special resting head to head,
It was lean, tan, shone like a plastic toy,
And we all saw it was really a boy,
BENJAMIN HADES
All of the earth’s lowliest creatures,
With grotesque and untouchable features,
Roach, fly, worm and maggot,
Now we know Charon is a faggot,
[And The Mistress Nyx formed the sodomite from the puss on her belly, And spat into his anal crevice the juice of life; and the sodomite became a living soul,]
D. H. CHARON
Don’t mock me in my time of pain,
My self-esteem is down the drain,
Behind that pane of glass,
You’re laughing like an ass,
Pissing in my puncture wound,
While I’m alone in another room,
Sometimes I think I deserve your jeers,
But I won’t drink em down with cheers,
It’s eaten at me my entire life,
Teenage years filled with strife,
I’m still afraid to reach out and touch,
The thought of it ending seems too much,
I hid it the very best I ever could,
Then my best efforts burned like wood,
No, I never deserved this,
No one could ever deserve this!
What crime did I commit?
Which fruit have I bit?
It’s ailed me since the womb,
And it will until my doom,
When I was fourteen,
It seemed like a terrible dream,
I thought it was a phase,
And walked the streets in a daze,
Then I prayed for a cure,
But I was always unsure,
Of the finality of it all,
I’ve gone so far to fall,
And now the lie I bereave,
Is it really so hard to believe?
DRAMA FAERIES
No, it’s really not,
There’s no need to roll around in hate,
Because you think you’re not straight,
We’re just kidding around,
Please don’t let us all down,
Your old skin has come undone,
And you have nowhere left to run,
DRAMA FAERIES (Cont’d)
You’re are our friend,
But it has to end,
We’re happy for you,
You should be happy too
We’re so happy,
Please be happy too.
D. H. CHARON
I told myself I’d be naked but of this,
Even if it means I’d never be kissed,
When I look at all of those creatures,
With grotesque and untouchable features:
Studs, hairy chests and leather pants,
Marching in parades like soldier ants,
Limp wrists, pursed lips and girly shrieks,
Jerking around in pallid boutiques,
Curving their eyes into flippant peeks,
At the glossy bones of the other freaks,
There’s a spectral death deep in the heart of me,
A numbing, ice warmth like a glucose spree,
Roach, fly, worm and maggot,
Why oh why was I born a faggot?
[So The Mistress Nyx left exhaustion to stifle the loins of the sodomite, and while comatose took one of his testicles and stuffed in its place a cluster of crystal estrogen; and the testicle which The Mistress Nyx had taken from the sodomite She made into a bottom and brought him to the sodomite,]
D. H. CHARON (Cont’d)
Sometimes I think I’m getting queerer,
And day to day, it’s getting clearer,
Whenever I try to look in the mirror,
I shutter at what’s looking back,
My head’s nice severed in a sack,
Cause my skin has got to be like wax,
My lashes get thick and black,
My smile gets jagged and long,
My pinky finger quivers in song,
My eyes shimmer and look so delicate,
And I accept the perversion as adequate,
D. H. CHARON (Cont’d)
When I look at those creatures,
With grotesque and untouchable features,
I die inside because I know I’m one of them,
My body grows limp on the violet stem,
Of a flower pot filled with silver phlegm,
Roach, fly, worm and maggot,
Why, oh why was I born a faggot?
[Then the sodomite screeched, “This at last is a bone for me to bone and flesh to put in my flesh; he shall be called a bottom, because I am to be taken out of his bottom again and again. Tee-hee-hee-hee!”]
DRAMA FAERIES
You’re our friend,
But it has to end,
We’re happy for you,
You should be happy, too
We’re so happy,
Please be happy, too.
BENJAMIN HADES
What differentiates human and insect identity?
A drop of blood and sweet liquid serenity,
But the agony never really goes away,
Day to day, you know it’s here to stay,
Closet drawers and webcam whores,
Hipster scum and a blistered thumb,
Y-Gen maggots in piss parade with faggots,
[Therefore a sodomite leaves his father in hatred and embarrassment and his mother clinging to him in tears and mounts his bottom, and they become almost like one whole Man. And the sodomite and his bottom will be naked and like the Woman but feel no shame.]
D. H. CHARON
I can never face my father this way,
Pat of me thinks he’s dreading the day,
Curling his fists for me to say I’m gay,
Mother will stare, pretending not to care,
Grandma will bring it up every so often,
To make my stature and demeanor soften,
D. H. CHARON (Cont’d)
They’ll try so hard and so long to be polite,
Soft reassurances whispering ‘It’ll be alright’,
But behind a collective plastic smile,
Their guts are swelling with bile,
Now that they’ve realized their fears,
They can do nothing but dam their tears,
I guess with the world at least I can bare,
It’s with my own home that I can’t share,
[In the semen on thy face shalt thou suck cock, till thou return unto my belly;
For out of it wast thou taken: for puss thou art, and unto puss shalt thou return,]
D. H. CHARON (Cont’d)
I don’t want your pity,
I don’t want acceptance,
All I want is a chance,
To break out of this trance,
And stand back on my feet,
I’m more than rotting meat,
Now I see that my soul,
Is no longer whole,
And now that’s it gone,
I don’t have to be withdrawn,
If I seek out the real one,
This biting loneliness will be done,
As long as I know it’s true,
I have a chance to make it through,
If not I’ll be cocooned in denial,
Lost in a maze on a foreign isle,
It can’t come to that, I need to believe,
Or I’ll have nothing to do but grieve,
When I’m wrapped in the black ether,
Light and clean as a white feather,
Prodded with sticky ice-pick stares,
And an onslaught of arachnid hairs,
From the barbed tail of the million legs,
And erect saccharine crests,
In decadent man-eater fests,
A metallic multicolored wing,
Makes my intestines sing,
D. H. CHARON (Cont’d)
In cylinders spiked with emery,
I feel the fear I’ve not felt since,
A time gone from my memory,
And back in time, I bleed and wince,
I’m down here on the ground,
And there’s broken glass all around,
DRAMA FAERIES
We’re happy for you,
You should be happy, too
We’re so happy,
Please be happy, too
BENJAMIN HADES
All of the earth’s lowliest creatures,
With grotesque and untouchable features,
Roach, fly, worm and maggot,
Now we know Charon is a faggot!
[In blind and entitled hope of a second chance at life to free immortality for all by the glorious womb of Nyx, we offer to Her Mistress this sodomite D. H. Charon; and commit his body to the worms and bacteria of the Earth; nothing to nothing; asses to asses, puss to puss. Her Mistress blow him and choke him, Her Mistress come on his face until it shines like a waxed Ferrari and caress his loins sensually until he begs for forgiveness and peace. Hooray!]
D. H. CHARON
I can be happy,
I want to be happy, too,
Someday I can be happy,
I hope I can be happy,
Maybe I’ll be happy, too
HARLEQUINS
Gay boy, you’re feeling very sleepy,
Open wide and drink our pee-pee,
Gay boy, you look like you need a sit,
Open wide and eat our shit,
Gay-boy, Gay-boy,
DRAMA FAERIES (In the voices of Cockney children)
Our mothers said to always behave,
And when in danger always be brave,
But never ever trust that bloody poof,
Or be trampled under Baphomet’s hoof,
HARLEQUINS (In the voice of a drunken Southern sheriff)
Gay-boy, Gay-boy, hanging from a tree,
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Once in the butt,
Then came the trial,
Now you’re in the gallows aisle,
D. H. CHARON
The scorpion women are after me,
They’re coming out of my eye sockets
DRAMA FAERIES (In the voices of Cockney children)
Our mothers said to always behave,
And when in danger always be brave,
But never ever trust that bloody poof,
Or be trampled under Baphomet’s hoof,
HARLEQUINS (In the voice of a drunken Southern sheriff)
Gay-boy, Gay-boy, hanging from a tree,
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Once in the butt,
Then came the trial,
Now you’re in the gallows aisle,
If anyone reads the whole thing, please tell me what emotion it made them feel. I'm very curious.