Hail Mary full of grace
Tell me where you’ve been?
There smudges on my crucifix
And bruises on my chin.

Blessed is the fruit
that is rotten to the core.
Tell me what I want to hear
and I will bleed no more.

There is a hole in her core she must sate.
So, she drives to the grocery store before it’s too late.

She steers the cart in search
of junk food.
She spots a case of cupcakes that can ease her mood.

Powdered donuts on a shelf she can reach.
Next, she chooses Bottled sodas, she packs up five each.

Muffins, Doritos, Cheetos, Funyuns and Snickers she will par-take.
She must not forget about the Little Debbie snack cakes.

Once the cashier starts scanning her vittles,
She starts to feel a tingly rush form in her middle.

She pays her fee then rushes to her vehicle parked afar
Then unloads the groceries on the passenger seat of the car.

As she sits behind her steering wheel.
She appraises her edible saviors, then makes her appeal

She starts with the Snickers shoving them down her throat,
The empty void inside her fills as she lets out a choke.

The Funyuns and muffins are next on her seat.
She devours them in seconds, puffing up her cheeks.

Doritos, Cheetos and snack cakes are inhaled like oxygen,
She is slightly starting to feel whole again.

The cupcakes are the last morsels of her stock
She washes them down with the soda she bought.

When the food is gone she observes the food wrappers in her space.
She glances in the rearview mirror but fails to recognize her face.

Powdered sugar and Cheeto dust crusting around her lips,
A sob escapes her chest as sanity begins to slip.

There is one more mission she must forgo
Opening her car door, she shoves a finger down her throat.

***** is released from her belly’s lair.
Stomach acid and bile sting the night air.

She appraises the regurgitation splattered on the concrete.
Then senses the empty void is gone, her task is completed

I’m a man, made out of the tin;
sheets of worn-out metal,
decaying in an orchard
with my trusty axe and kettle.

I cried myself to rust
because I have no heart,
No love for this metallic man;
no soul mate counterpart.

Can’t you hear the sounds
that echo underneath?
A hollow empty shell
where a heart's supposed to beat.

The days are long and grinding;
the nights are even longer.
Rotting away in this field
my mind begins to wonder.

I dream of sweet devotion
that I want to feel
and cardiac vibrations
put in this man of steel.

A coronary muscle
overflowing with affection
is all I ever wanted,
an emotional connection.

Wait! What’s this......??

I see ruby sparkles
and stare with fascination.
It's skipping upon some yellow bricks,
is this a hallucination??


To Be Continued.....

Colors are merely light
manifested by the sun.  
Prisms travel on a beam,
a rainbow of reflections.

Earth is just the canvas
it uses to create
brilliant diamond hues
of painted landscapes.

Polychromatic masterpiece
and every shade is new;
emerald blades of grass
with rhinestone beaded dew.

A bejeweled hummingbird
buzzes through the air,
magenta flapping feathers
aviate without a care.

Frosted icing mountain tops
shimmer in the background
aquamarine oceans
glitter waves come crashing down.

Turquoise dancing blooms
twirl along with the breeze.
Golden butterscotch buttercups
join the choreography.

Bronzed crystal sand
radiate in the heat
cooled with cobalt waters
by tinted tides that reach.

Succulent strawberries
that are painted ruby red,
purple sequenced pomegranates
dance in my head.

A kaleidoscope of colors
provided by the sun.
Put here for our enjoyment;
put here for everyone.

Oh, so many rainbows!
Oh, so little time!
Please enjoy the tapestry!
Don’t let it pass you by!

There are five stages of grief my therapist told me.
I did them out of order, thanks to my chronic ADD.

Denial was supposed to be the first stage,
but Bargaining is what I did.
I bantered with myself for days,
placing unrealistic bets and bids.

Anger is said to be next,
but Denial is what appeared.
My situation was too perplex
I wanted it to disappear.

Acceptance took Bargaining's place,
I embraced my defeat.
I bowed down from a losing race,
not wanting a repeat.

Anger transpired instead of being sad.
Depression didn't come like I was told.
Sounds cliché, but I was boiling mad,
I saw red and lost control.

Acceptance was not what I felt last,
Depression was the unaltered state I was in.
Melancholy was my final forecast
of grief’s ultimate tailspin

Preserve the perverse?
Or will destruction suffice?
Obliterate these stones,
digest my sacrifice.

Benevolence killed my Gods
with the sound of a verb,
an explosion of chaos
from the emotionally disturbed.

Feel the vibrations
that the giant is churning.
A titanium army
can't stop what is coming.

Words can't be burned,
for they can’t hold a flame.
Immortality is concealed,
from the death of the vain.  

But it will come around
as reactions tend to do,
because Karma does not sleep,
she is coming for you.

I use to have a paper doll
once upon a time.
She had bubble gum matted hair
and veins filled with turpentine.

Her dress was made of Percocets
that went past her knees.
She spent her time smoking cigarettes
to medicate her anxiety.

My paper doll began to fade
as the hours drifted by.
Her rainbow became dull and gray
and I began to wonder why.

It could have been the cigarettes
or the Percocets she took.
It could have been the anxiety
from the harsh judgmental looks.

My paper doll is gone
and I miss her every day.
I wish she was still here with me
and she didn't fade away.