She drew back the velvet curtain
Flashed her wicked smile
Wild jet black locks cascading
The judge adjourned my trial

She's a reluctant ****** addict
When she's not on crack
I'm her eager means to an end
Achieved on her back

Condensation on the mirror ceiling
I'm not unique ****
"Times up' you ***** big **** *******"
Flattery helps me come

Both her and I thirst sedation
from this clinical love
Lights turned to blinding bright
An angel from above?

I often forget I'm in love with her
Reality makes me wince
I turn to see her ("now, *******!") face
over her copy of "The Prince".

Before yesterday's news
and
Before I bought you shoes
and
Before teenage angst and blues
and
Before understanding "humane"

Before seeing girls and boys
and
Before playing with toys
and
Before words were just noise
and
Before feeling any pain

Before any disgrace
and
Before the human race
and
Before time and space
Awaits
When I no longer remain

Write me a poem
About anything but love
Make the bleak seem enchanting
The everyday spring from the page
Write about anything
Anything but love

They walk aloof among us
Three percent of the population
They reluctantly dine with us
Quietly, stifling their frustration
They don't look back as you pass
They don't want your conversation
Empathy is just an alien concept
They focus only on self preservation

But here's where it gets strange

We worship them with huge salaries
We beg them to lead us the way
We ignore their blatant deceptiveness
We hand them our hard earned pay
If they say bail out the banksters
Or send your kids to a dubious war
We offer them our kids and cash
Knowing that they will ask for more

Stranger still

Our history has been sculpted by them
We raise bronze statues proudly in their honor
Through our plain idleness and cowardice
They can reduce this planet to a nuclear goner

"How did this madness occur?" We question
Why do psychos run banks and governments
Checking world history offers a suggestion
To why we (the population) are slaves for rent

We are simply afraid of those
That successfully navigate life
With reckless irresponsibility
Unchallenged by others strife
It is those destructive characters
We plead to take political risks
In return for obedience and cash
To buy more power and obelisks

Said the mirror to the poet
Can you really over think?

To be continued....

Said the mirror to the poet
"Can you really over think?"
Said the whisky to lonely
"Can you really over drink?"

The coffin creaks to the undertaker
"Are you satisfied with your work?"
She grimly replies to the casket
"Well, it has certain unique perks."

The earth sighs to the human population
"When will this violation eventually cease?"
We ignore her pathetic mutterings
And order "production must be increased!"

The poet sheds a crocodile tear
As the shadow of insanity looms
The lonely empties another bottle
Staggers back from the shop and resumes

The undertaker makes final plans
For her own elaborate swan song
A sun drenched plot of gravel reserved
Beneath which she will soon belong

And the Earth despairs at her children
She did not raise them to be this way
And just like the forlorn undertaker
She is also planning her final day.

"Who are you to look at me that way?"
My naked reflection quips as I continue to stare
Defying the obvious wants of myself
How philosophical, quite the Voltaire
This
This is indeed a fine place to begin
"You've aged" I say "The coal shall not be kind"
"Your hand shall be the devil"* says the man in the mirror
"Your unskilled hand and your cursed mind"
I sigh an exaggerated sigh
Trying in vain to ease the tension
But he, he grits his teeth
Staring
Accusing
"And you can quit that immature rhyme"
Jabbing his finger at me
My eyes drop, as a scorned child
Charcoal touches the Tiziano paper
My model turns his back
An act of defiance
Or an expression of reality
He is always ahead
Leading me astray
This is the view with which he,
He has made me more familiar with
Where I can feel in my place...
**"Concentrate on the task in hand
He always thinks it is about him"