Her Entrance, Her Own Show.

Draped canvases

Make the entrance true into your own show

Slow down the tipping of the bow

Optical star illusion, glaze arcoss the room

Winged horse, take it for a ride

To guide you anywhere in such a grand expanse

Your own paraffin, squeezed out from solid oak

Watching the wax flourishing down

Dyeing your favorite colors at the same time

Shaped up to a solid mural

Quickly melting away

A frozen still is taken

Make memories, into the late hours

Reach out, to turn back the hands

Turning the spotlight on you

Now journey

Depth hollow rings

Covered in jewels

Pretty prisims of light

Guide you backstage

Curtains are closing

Take seat at the vanity

Dress your face for the next act

Where ever your mind is leading you to

Prepare to follow, deep thoughts

Put you back to the final act

Now curtsy to your peaceful awakening

Lying on the daybed, cold

Stoking the flames

To keep her warm

Slightly she fades back into her dream

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

5/29/17

Broken Layers 

Ambients is felt, beneath the floor

Dust settles, cellar floor

Ageing, soaking up unique flavour

A chill seeps into empty the rooms

Each layer of snow, adds weight until the roof collapse

Fast rush of heat pops a few nail heads up from the floor boards

Structural flaws

Natural weathering

Break through

Crushing aged barrels

Leaking exlixers

Seeping  into the second cellar below

Being poured into empty glasses

Opposing rotation carousel mirror

Shows a grand party happening

Era that was once decadent in its own way

Flash bulb shattering

All the eyes light up in the reflection of the rotating carousel

Soft spoken voices echoing into a empty room

Shadow outlines fade away

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

5/29/17

“My Worth”

Picking up the mallet 

There is a shelf full of odd stories

Several golden leaf, written letter titles

Reading the one book with a hidden picture of a drawn mallet on the side pages

Pool of blood covered on a bare floor

Does it equal up to a bruised body?

Does it equal up to a loaded gun, pointed at the forehead?

And she says…

Some men…..”

Before she wacks him on the skull

Breaking soil in the garden to bury that dead weight deep

She twitches

She can’t move

Pail of bleach, soiled mop

Blood dyes the chemical red

Glance over to the shelf

Look for any clues

There is a light that shines overhead

She feels blind

Twicthing again

Sleep paralysis, she has fallen into

Long day of work from a late shift

Sipping coffee

He greats her with a sensual kiss

Hot shower he takes to wash the sweat away

Quick to pack a few things to leave

Message on the fridge reads “I need some time alone”

Grabbing mallet off the rack

Worth enough to her

Walking into a quiet house late

She plays a crying sobb well

True emotions she feels

Quick words from him down the hall

Fake comforting in his words

“I’m going back to bed”

And she says…

“Some men….”

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

4/1/17



A Token That Can Be Explained

Felt the deceased 

It was just another day of time

Piercing through my own soul

Comprehending life 

Warm souls 

That can be taken away so quickly

Hate used so constant

We all know we bleed the same

Graves of the unknown 

Sad feeling coming over me

Children, parents taken away

Rooted to deeply 

Hate, made to enable

We all know… anybody is capable of such things

Just human

Mother nature, not so.

Today the news replays devastating natural disasters

We never have control over what happens

Caught in vicious cycle

Just human

To which, peace can be found

I hope to those who have lost a life, from violence or mother nature

Peace will come your way

May it even bring in new life for you 

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet

3/11/17

Lady Cadaver

Steady streaming 

Robbing different frequencies

Steady holding the top sails

Pillage and recorded

Kept, to be replayed 

Mind, remains at ease breifly 

Wooden hall coated with a strong taste of salt

 2× Keep on sailing

Lady cadaver, at the head of this ship

Still filled with plenty of life in her

Guiding each of those men along

Stowed away, enough barrels slowly bleeding with alcohol

Delusions set in quick 

When the streaming stops

Shedding away the layers of sun damaged skin 

Lady cadaver, she just grins 

Thier flesh might smell

Doesn’t stop them from eating each other alive

Some ship mates being tossed over to the hurrgy sharks 

Lady cadaver guiding the ship so effortlessly

Match strikes a piece of flint

A ship from afar can be seen from a bustling port

Black smoke and flames leaves no one left to be saved

Lady cadaver still intacked

She is to be mounted to a new vessel

Steady streaming, same tunes 

Leading a new group of men to their death

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet

3/10/17