You're Accepted!

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

Yes, I will undress for you,
Each garment slowly tossed aside,
And yes, I will confess to you
My wanting, without guilt or pride.

The Horny Horns played funkadelic as the sound of
trombone, sax and trumpet rent the air
There within the music, minds travelled
to where beats of soul echoed through the psyche

Always in the groove giv…

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

and now the clay is on fire. peeking out of winter’s decadence.
the enchanting beauty of staying inside. you and i.

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

today i cry for those
who freely chose
to go fight and die
for us and ours

and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms

Denial is the cancer within
yet we live with it every day
and believe in what it says

Do we really believe that a woman
asks to be raped just by the clothes she wears
Denial of mans responsibility

Do we …

now that i am sixty five
time to retire whatever
that may mean…?
good to withdraw from
waged oppression
have time, find space
to set the good ship
of my soul sailing
on thought, on …

are there no stars in our heavens -
are we children of a lesser hope —
or why don’t you worship the living?

reach out and let your imagination
fly

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© Benedikt Amrhein, 2012