Light radiates from you,
filling me with joy.
You are power,
strong and bold,
consuming my thoughts.
Take me into you,
into your heart.
For you desire overwhelms.
Longing to taste your wine,
to touch your softness,
to bring passion to quake.
© Diane Griffin, 2006
Holding my breath,
Waiting to inhale life,
I slip into unconscious bliss,
I scream with anguish,
As I awaken in the inferno.
The puppeteer is forcing me to dance.
I’m like a zombie,
Straddling two worlds,
Aching for rest,
But the show must go on.
I memorize my lines,
And get into wardrobe.
It’s an Oscar performance,
But why? How?
Can’t anyone see my sorrow?
Can’t anyone see through the smile?
The transparent, shallow façade,
To my existence?
Can’t anyone see me?
Don’t you hear my shouts for liberation?
Trapped in this cell?
Shackled by the beating of my own heart.
Ba boom, ba boom, ba boom
Release my spirit.
Instead, I remain trapped.
Can’t you smell the stench,
From the rotting of my soul,
As the worms feast
On the remains of my dignity,
On the flesh of my righteousness?
Too much to be done.
No rest yet, UNDEAD,
Forced to linger on.
I have to complete my task.
The ground’s fertile for revolution.
The seeds must be sown
To reap the nation,
I am destined to toil in the struggle,
Dedicating every drop of blood that flows,
Until at last there is no more
And I finally sleep.
Life turns on and on, and we,
We keep singing the same songs,
Songs of love lost and pain so deep.
We ask why our heart’s to weep,
But we fail to stop,
Stop and reflect on the choices we make,
Choices like lying for love to make
And birthing babies for streets to take.
Whirling, twirling, dancing to the beat of the drum
In a mindless trance, death and dumb
Unaware of the reason why,
Why we choose the choices that make us cry
And why we chose the choices that make us die,
Slow and painful
Full of blood, sweat, and cum
Selling our souls for promises unkept
And giving love on credit
When there’s an ever-increasing debt
The answers that solve the mystery
Continue to evade me.
Despite the fact that I seek to know,
seek to find the wisdom so that I may grow.
Philosophies in living,
Ideologies on giving,
Saying that humanity is supreme
Love’s what important, not CREAM
Don’t hold up in this era of self.
Individualism is at an all time high.
Everyone’s grabbing for a piece of the pie.
Family has become a liability,
Merely a luxury,
Nothing to pursue.
Actually, avoid is what the wise do.
But then we wonder why,
For a needle he’d lie
Down in the trenches alone,
No place to call home.
The souls of the people continue to roam,
Tortured and cursed.
But life turns on and on, and we,
We keep singing the same songs!