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Faith For Sale

I’ve seen HER coming, strung from this beam,
Humming in HER winter stumbling and hung out of reach,
The perfect life is a dream?
I guess it means the world’s at peace when we sleep.
Do you believe? Why? HER eyes were built to deceive,
instead of building hope SHE blew through like the breeze.
Twice now I passed HER courting the streets on HER knees,
thought I was humbled to find home, alone on my feet.
Nice to meet the daylight bright in defeat,
like the silence engulfed me breathing life in HIS screams,
breeding pride, where HE once tried to teach me to see.
My ink ran dry and HE taught my pen how to sail,
and then HE sold it to me, like there was weight in HIS tale,
Waiting for the receipt as HE painted HER face pale
HE places a tag on HER grave like the truth’s in retail
but it’s human nature that dictates,
my faith is for sale.

© Myles Dacus 2013

Gambling Man

I’l believe it when I see it,

When I’m left still breathing in death,

like light whispers that whisk the life from my breath,

slightly frail, ailed demons seem at peace in this bed,

but belief in my dreams, sprouting deceit in my depths,

it’s doubled the numbers but divided the rise of the blessed,

and I’l be damned if I chance dancing with this noose round my neck,

but it’s pure as the truth, that proves I’m used to this pen,

and says I’m who? Questions the I in life and how I survive through this text,

gambled this debt rolling dice to the sound of my life entwined in the bet,

how my heart cried when this art came to collect,

and how am I supposed to smile with this fucking price on my head?

It tripled the sixes, to double or nothing and I’m left with nothing to give,

troubled by days, these demons keeping blades to my wrists,

he promised me help but I,

keep fighting the urges to quit.

© Myles Dacus 2013

Smile When I’m Deceased

Let me touch your crystal flesh,

smashing upon the rocks of my deceit,

let the fire rage upon your breath,

and let your polished hair,

lay soft against my cheeks,

embed your constricted love, within my chest,

fill my lungs with your hatred,

of spoken words,

and let, me be the harbinger of,

my hearts, death,

let me touch your pain, and

give you the world to lay

your troubled mind to rest,

ask me questions of this life,

when I’m deceased and only then,

declare your heartache,

flourish in the joys of my mistakes

and grow roses upon my grave,

that die in dismal recollection,

of the lives your love could have saved…

© Myles Dacus 2013

Alone In The Rain

I thought it would be a day like any other
The beginning of the routine where you weren’t home
I’ve learned it all by heart
Two days you were at home I could see you through the windows
Five days you would leave only to return hours later

Nature was pouring down from the heavens
The soft rain washing through my coat
I knew that I would be nice and clean for you after it all
You surprised me when you loaded me into the car,
I looked at you with excitement as I wagged my tail

You haven’t looked my way once
A strange expression you had, I was yet to learn
You stopped the car suddenly and I fell off the back seat
The door suddenly opened and you pulled me out
In the rain once more I watched you drove off

I looked around and had no idea where I was
I stayed where I was, hoping you would return
It was raining harder and I could hear cars coming closer
I wagged my tail once more, thought you came back
Bright lights blinded me for a brief moment

I heard a squeaking sound and felt something hard as everything went black
I woke up and my whole body burned with pain
I couldn’t move and wished I was back home
Gentle hands moved over my body and the pain faded briefly
Deep within I felt relaxed and cared, all in the face of a stranger

Winter Is Coming

Life is like a story book, and you are the writer.
We all dream – if not secretly.
How we want our lives to play out.
Journey taken, hearts broken and that ever after we all seek.
Meaning of our souls… the reason for living!

On the darkest night, the mists covered the lonely fields.
The footsteps on the ground were slow and silent.
In the distance a flickering light broke the unbarring darkness.
Wild and free but something was haunting from the distant plane.

A soul Crying for comfort.
A howl to the full moon.
Lost, extinct and forgotten like a camp fire story.
Whispers of long ago, sealed in the fate of time.
Footsteps long ago disappeared.
The imprints of the journey left unsealed.
Where are we headed?

The Fame: A dark truth

I’m so tired; I’m tired of and living in a world where I’m not allowed,

Tired of getting up every day having to pretend I’m comfortable when the limelight is so hot, it burns me. Having to pretend I’m just another brick in the wall just so you can feel comfortable in the plain world you’re living in. it’s what I crave its security, fame: my security.

Where’s the jazz the lights, the audience, my audience where are they! They’re waiting for me to get out there, to be a star to wow the crowd but the truth is I’ll never feel their ovation. They scream, so loud but I’m deaf, deaf to the fact that I’m theirs. I’m the star, not a human being. I need to stop crying. I’m living the dream I’ve done it. I’m finally there, theirs. I asked for this life begged prayed, it’s finally here but why are there so so so very many tears. I need to get out there, push on, because it’s live, I’m alive.

The Who

Is it far fetched when garments garner stars flesh
and lets us ponder upon the comets last wish?
Ask what,
basking sun rays plagued by the darks star dust,
The WHO must have mustered the blues before us.
The WHO said it, I meant choose your sedative son,
when I see babies playing in mud pools fooling truth and loosing their youth young,
It’s done, the WHO came and laid the moon down,
look as love comes front of your cheque book crooked frown.
Took it to heart sharp with eyes round,
Can’t I part your mind and die where your souls found?
round and round, the WHO keeps spinning time bound,
down and down pounded out of blind clouds.
Who are we proud of?
This time the WHO is present and let’s find the past tense
fenced in denial.
I penned it in a whisper, slipping through her blistered eyes,
Child, why???
Shelled in misfit lines, this citrus bride marred to part divine,
farther than the WHO spooled through Cupids rise.
Few knew the putrid hoofs might,
shackled lucid in the truest moonlight,
soon danced on faceless graves, hatred trailing blue in hindsight,
labelling proof and arrived at, the WHO must have gave us life!
Save us, when days tripled sixteen ways gave us night,
described in mystique and killed his bride,
misread Exodus, hence the plead to fight,
need for peace corps, he brought signs in section five,
dissected by, live mimes directed by the silent hype,
neglect the WHO???
Shit, we already tried.
——————————————
Who blew the moon out?
Rippled through the groove, proving the fool shouts,
about the clock tick writing down wicked doubts,
slipping through the rooms mouth.
He moved to mind play tracing the true route,
bound to find it here.
Louder than the angels whisper rain in natures ear,
Has the frown finally disappeared?
Hades teach us, these teeth are aching to tear your flesh,
Where were we when HE graced Eve with breath?
Placed me to teach and I gave each a page from the sacred text.
The WHO knew we’d ask and blessed each with legs,
hence the Wiseman who takes his pain to bed
and wakes a fool taking the day to death,
praying some may but they hang before he even breaks a sweat.

© Myles Dacus 2013

TRUTH versus ILLUSION

Hmm!!!
Whose territory is this that I have landed upon?
Bad odours of lack decorating the sky,
Global eruptions of unfertile soil birthed on the map of Earth.
Conformed mindsets exuding a stink of non-renewed attitudes have
Sunken into the swamp of poverty.
Hope has gone missing; witnesses have lost their wit
The descent of heavenly riches has ceased.

The economy tumbles down the highway
Stumbling with every attempt of reaching the clouds.
Captives ensnared in the slough have failed to believe,
Relinquished on speaking the treasures into life
All because someone called Situation silenced them.
They adopted a withered belief; their lips gave birth to contaminated words
Accompanied with their gruesome breath as evidence of hunger.
Circumstance who are you to illegally possess their faith!

My goodness! Is this reality!
Anorexia has won the title of new skinny.
The latest face of heaven is Makeup.
Pretty princesses have sold in to lies,
Traded their beauty that truly radiated from what lies beneath
For a fantasy compiled of illusion; tears are their silent lullaby.
They awaken themselves with traces of salt on their cheeks,
Attempting to dehydrate their bodies hoping they would shrink
Into the size zero model pants.

Their footsteps on the ground bring out a wail from mother Earth
As they sow their hurts unto her,
Exerting all force to keep internal wounds suppressed under their feet
To remain invisible to the naked eye of the world.
Eliminating their unacceptable self according to worldly scales,
All because media deemed them not worth the beauty title.
Child, were you not affirmed at conception as the best pottery?
Entertainment industry, who are you to illicitly possess their crown!

Now this is trickery at its best!
Sheep have transformed into goats,
Shed their skin layers, bleached out their skin colour
To exclude themselves from the connotations of dark pigmentation.
Since when has the potter painted his pottery and made a distinction
That black shall be of less value than white.
If deception is black and you thought it looked like you,
Then your thought process was quite compromised.

Clarity has disclosed that you are the light but
Deception duped you and rendered your thoughts deceitful
You assessed your external self carnally and compared it to his
You glanced bitterly at yourself when truth is you’d been declared salty.
A difference in complexions meant not that
Your light was dimmer or that his was brighter
Goats created lines between colours, but Peace is colour-blind and his love is undivided.
Racism who on kingdom-come are you to steal unity from humanity!

This deteriorating earthly suit I wear blazes
With affection for Greed, the number one enemy.
One-night-stands with over-indulgence in strong spirits,
Raising ghosts of a cirrhotic liver; years of huffing and puffing out
Smoke like a chimney, oblivious to the balloons popping in my airbags;
Bugs find it attractive, STIs want it punished, cancer wants it murdered,
Crime wants it imprisoned, storms want it ravaged, and rage wants it to explode.
Flesh why do you encourage my downfall?

Seduction has disguised itself with an aroma of innocence
Waiting to entice the flesh-led into its claws,
Even the elite are lured into the tug of war between good and evil
Gradually being conditioned to believe
In the impossibilities of resisting Lust;
Grooms unfaithfully satisfy desires hidden in their dungeons
Brides become banks granting lies as valid deposits.
Divorce is the mistress that secretly crept into their blankets.
Divorce do you not know the sum of the formula of marriage?

Relationships have become webbed as they were termed “too complicated”,
They complicated from relations on conditions of “no strings attached”
Fears of committing steered the escape from courtship
Encouraging the ideology that their hearts
Would be spared from sorrow and attacks,
Yet numerous soul ties result like a bow tie, bound by spiritual ropes
Evidently existing in the unseen, but denied in the scientific.
Polygamists proclaimed this custom as an expression of abounding love
Even better, young men adopted the trend and called it swag

Like oxygen, they would not survive in its absentia,
Faithfulness, why has lust given you a veil of unbelief?
A new Jezebel has emerged, possessing the concealed truth that she wears the pants.
With every strike she serves to kill;
People have been tormented by her in their own bodies
As she jabs with her sting into every CD4 human defence cell and
Leaves it to die an undignified death;
Many were not deserving of her cruelty,

Countless souls sought without ceasing,
Looking to the skies for a cure to shower down
They stood firm on ice-cold ground
Their gaze fixed upon the heavens.
One questions the reality of divine power
While the other dressed in hypocrisy
Questions the reality of divine healing
Disease! Surrender your weapons and bow down to the Physician!

There is abundance to the dreadful issues
Calling out for further exploration but
My feet are bruised from treading on sharp-edged rocks,
My eyes have accommodated too much light threatening my sight,
My nose has been stung repetitively by lies suspended in the air,
My ears still longing for answers that have not been uttered,
My time may have expired but deep in the chambers of my heart
A magnifying glass is still treasured.
Believe against status quo, and see what lies beneath
Or you may well be…beneath the lies!

Deader Than You

She walked by slow and, dead as the night,
alive in the glow, but below she was hollow inside.
I gripped my chest and started to bite
teeth through my flesh and left my vision to die.
As she turned, face washed in her pride
my eyes started burning as my body yearned to reply,
skin dripping from this chalice I’m tripping with,
questions in mind
Is this a movie or am I living the lies?
Her lips quivered and burst out in screams
as my ears bled I kept my eyes fixed to the screen.
Hands blistered as I lifted each one to reach,
at thoughts as I saw the beast growing slow in her speech.
Perched on her shoulders, the older she seemed,
and only ever distant yet as distinct as the breeze
as it flowed silent stalking, and violently brought me to my knees.
Ive seen her father the b*st*rd sporting a grin as he leaves.
What am I?
A puppeteer that impregnates the day with my breath?
She has something to say as lungs collapse, and cave in her chest.
Legs give way while she smiles carrying child to the depths,
tears barely wet as her blood finds escape through her neck,
and falls to the floor in pools grasping for help at my legs.
I knelt in her essence, to hear the whispers of death.
“This is it!” I told myself and held her skeleton close to my flesh,
Looked in her eyes and with a stutter i said…
“The world’s lost an angel!” I cry as I turn from the sun
My words were never perfect but you made them feel perfect enough.
Hardly ever there though I always wished that I was.
I’ve lost to this demon yet I’ve seen the fight through.
Searched for an answer and got consumed with the truth.
You may be dying,
but I’m,
still deader than you.

© Myles Dacus 2013

I Kept My Word

I kept my word, but you never came
I had to ask to be beautiful.
We couldn’t be women because of you.
You taught us to be afraid.
Daddy, you sick bastard
You broke four hearts &
Mended ony two.
My soul to blame
I don’t love you the same.
Daddy I kept my word, but you never
Came.

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