A Love Poem

I want to kiss your skin
The way you kiss my lips
I want to eat into your core
And not throw away the pips
I want to feel your breath
Like a gentle breeze
I want to whisper in your ear
I know you like the way I tease
I want to know your thoughts
So you won’t be so alone
I want you to know that I love you
Until you’re just rotten flesh and bone

Hare on a wire

They hunt you down

Like hare on a wire

And wear a morbid crown

Made from blood spilt on fire.

They sit back in their mansions

And watch the weather change

They think they’ve done enough

When all the fruit bares strange.

Oh how they all dress accordingly

And pull-out pocket watches of gold

But underneath that waistcoat

Bares a heart grown cold.

Those men are just a handful

It’s us that are the majority

We let them poison the air

But who says they’re the legitimate authority?

It’s time we take back the earth

And all they have bestowed.

The trees and the fields

The soil and the crops already sowed.

And beneath this land are the dead

Skeletons of pure and white

We shall use their bones to build again

And hope this time, we’ll do it right.