Persephones Pomegranate

Never told you this my northern lad
I cried a torrent of anguish that ‘once upon a time’…
Arbitrarily cocooned, ensconced in a cold night
With jeweled tear drops of mescaline raiding a war down my bloated cheeks
A song in my heart dwindling a hymn
Mourning for the death of my docile dignity

For you left me, unarmed, with a wave of hand
Alone to face a truth, a reality of this little old me
Exposed in ripples of sorrow that surfaced beyond the boundaries of perception
Enslaved by the scrupulous moment that came
Uninvited, unprepared it invaded the soul of me
I wondered if you would remember that you left me here
reflecting a world of sorrow

Inebriation aided me in wandering
Down through a path of a place you called home
Where I stumbled after a trail of pomegranate seeds into my coffin
Bright sanguine coffin, like the blood that courses in us
The blood that makes us one and the same

How I wish to be as tranquil as you, as solemnly deceptive in virtue
In that you say so little but mean so much
But I don’t know you, like the way i'm curious to know you
Dispositions betray in ignorance, time exclaims again and again
Somehow I’m choking in this night’s bibulous antics
A battle I lost, yet this time more than my pride

Impelled by the presumptuous ambition for love I crashed unto a barren shore
The soles of my feet burned, wearied travelers
Unto this road, littered with silent confessions in whimsical descent
I wondered if you could see me
If you were ever to find me, remember me
Or would there be bones here, if ever you did

Insomnia the dependable friend always waiting at the door
Willingly took my hand, willing to hear my tears
As you slept, a golden prince
With dreams of your elysian fields, filled with poets and paupers
Dreams of your ‘Beauty’

Not I, the harlot, the witch, the jezebel
Worthy of hands venturing beneath my skirts
Worthy of entrancing gazes, but never worth holding in hand
Too blasphemous the words that spill from these wine filled lips
Better to be kissed and left, as male lies try to justify
The lives that are claimed to be better than mine

Too much truth molded to the visions that claim me a gypsy, a whore
Crossing the roads from Bethlehem to Babylon

Burn the witch!
They point and say

For I see and say things perhaps better left unsaid
Unheard by masks that wear their bravados and sheepskin
Too busy wagging the finger in a masquerade of accusations
to ever dare and venture against the status quo
For values bred by heart and love, not nurtured with greed or malice

See into me, condemned to walk alone, degraded by social stigmas
A deviant in the midst’s, I rebel against my chains, as I spit into conformity
Fuck this
I’m willing to suffer their distaste, as they stick their tongues out
Eager to taste the salt of my life’s fluid, lascivious fiends

Yet my defenses were stolen this night
That I Never told you, I called for Hades through my ragged whimpers
To take me back into the underworld, as the cold seared into me
I yearned for Hecate to guide me through forked roads
Back to the life where sin carried no significance
Free to dance for eternity under the glorious bulbous moon
Liberated to sway as I gradually faded away
Arms held up high, spinning myself into oblivion of bliss
hoping you'd remember my name, somewhere in your slumber, come for me

I forgot to tell you, that I forgot why I was there, but I didn’t want to leave