POEM - Stunning Demise (for my sister)

Feel moderately stimulated, reality is disheartening-
Memoirs of your death are somber-
But memories of you and how beautiful you were will live on forever-
Things condensed as time drifts through realms-
That are chemically laced and walls are scratched upon by fingernails that bleed infinitely-
Run through life at break neck speeds, clawing your way through everything so your bad habits can feed-
Sometimes I wonder how much blood you had spilled to simplify the pain-
Slice your frigid wrist down the grain-
Instruments used which echo, the sound of flesh ripping-
Your tiny arms you are gripping-
Light red dark red maroon black AND BLUE-
Your wore them all……………..but none truly suited you-
I was in the Middle East supporting the war-
To be a good older brother, there was nothing in this world that I wanted more-
I never thought I’d be standing at your grave, I guess we all have a different opinion on how to be brave-
Die for your country, or die for your drugs, I have to exist a lifetime without being able to give you a hug-
March on through each day, and doing my absolute best to never let your memory drift away-

Copyright 2010 Nick Davis

POEM - Bone & Flesh

Nineteen aliens’ hostage in the basement of a white house—
Not to include seventy eight slumped in the corner with bullets in their
brains—
Watching politicians faces mutate while playing Russian roulette in
exchange for top secret documents—
Beneath the razor wire murderous criminals roam numerous
continents—
A mortar made my insides fall out—
Through all of the blood and dirt, it looks like my spleen—
20 degrees south, 5 human heads rot, mounds of maggots crawl through
eye sockets, displaying a brutal portrayal of human emotion—
Witch would you prefer a handbag or a handgun
Some one is making their way in and out of convenience stores—
Poking needle holes through condom boxes—
How much do you think their paying those scientists—?
Keep me coming up negative with a cure for aids—
Population control—
An eerie figure with ten thousand syringes stuck in him—
Drifting through gun smoke, remaining in the shadows—
We perform oral sex on social whores as they spread viruses through a
constricted lifestyle—
Feel your brain spill out as the pavement cracks your skull wide open—
Magnificent shades of yellow and orange—
Countless bodies frantically searching for weaponry—
As cadavers explode all around us—
Tanks crushing over human remains—
A corpse lined with explosives—
A young baby devastated—ammunition ripping through their parents
flesh—
Covered in blood, she wonder’s of her future—

POEM - Whoregasim

Flesh to be conquered and possessed-
Black roses stuffed in the mouth of a dead idea-
Thorns tear the tissue of insanity-
Anal beads-
They drip with the distasteful fluids of yesteryear-
Lust resonated abandoned minds-
Lifeless baby dissolves onto the soft tongue of a young prostitute-
The knowledge of death changes everything-
If you were to know the exact date and time of your own death….it would shatter your world completely-
The gravity of such things is immeasurable-
I am persuasion’s intimate companion-
Harm’s fond acquaintance-
Crumbling buildings burst into flames as young men with poisoned minds drift through collapsing cities looking to embrace the filth-
It is beauties terrible burning conclusion-

POEM - Dominant Demons

My mental state is a blizzard of a cold winter-

Sub-zero corpse that lie in fresh snow-

Ice constructed of blood and desperation thickly sheets the frailness of my soul-

My flesh has been recycled numerous times in various slaughter houses-

The chainsaw tears at the dead of night-

My dreams are a loaded gun, an ill omen despised-

Splattered embryos on the walls of a bombed abortion clinic-

Pieces of brain sprayed all over the sidewalk, drunken men still giving pieces of bread to the pigeons-

Cross highways on foot, blindfolded-

Pedestrian road kill-

Played the last game of Russian roulette-

The syringe is empty-

Plunge into reality-

Swan dive off the tenth floor balcony-

Lay to rest in a dingy bathtub with macabre spilling out of slit wrists, as brown waters drips from rusted faucets-