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REVENGE Take heed, take heed ye who have raised weapons, or fists clenched;REVENGE by ~Morriganscrow
Or who, with wounding words, or lies, scalding heartskin and
My Soul, have wronged me -
I know ye...I KNOW ye...I See within ye and
I remember! I See ye
In all thy smallness, thy weak spite and bravado, thy
Arrogance...self-hatred's mask;
And I do unto thee the very worst I can...
...
...
I forgive thee
And turning my face, walk away...
And never once look back....
(C) Morriganscrow 30/06/2011.
STORM. To the West thunder rumbles,STORM. by ~Morriganscrow
Cloud's indigestion, the flatulence of electrons;
Farting lightning, scaring dogs -
The barking drowns the borborygmi of
The roiling sky.
A pending storm - the irritable bowel syndrome
Of heaven....
Morriganscrow (C) February 2011
AUTOBIOGRAPHY There is a joy in offeringAUTOBIOGRAPHY by ~Morriganscrow
Myself to you, a book of many pages,
Scented parchment slips so smoothly through
Stroking fingers, I am a silken skinned
Tome, of stuttered wisdom and childish clarity,
Of laughter and tears so intermingled
I am both...
And neither....
Touch me!
~ Morriganscrow (C) April 2011
RE-INCARNATE. My heart, my desires have been comatoseRE-INCARNATE. by ~Morriganscrow
For three and twenty years -
An empty, echoing, aching void inside, overlapping my heartspace and my solarspace....
Cold in there, so cold, so scarred; crying drifted,lifting the
Circling crows of listless despair;
I thought I was beyond resusitation, beyond Soulbreath, HeartBeat,
Beyond feelings of a simpleton's love;
I was wrong, so wrong....
Now, I've found the balm, the gentle breath, so unexpected -
The voice, the touch, the essence....
...and I am filled....
A cord connected me to somewhere/one? I knew
I'd lost somehow/when and was bereft.
I had searched, unaware I searched,
For fi
clark kent Silver eyeshadow and a blush; smack lipsclark kent by `zebrazebrazebra
and sway hips. The nail file's on overtime
and the glitter's out sick. Snap bra strap,
winking at the mirror; stars could get lost
in this cleavage, and these cups could be
flowerpots for a healthy crop of petunias
or baskets for hot air balloons, if I chose.
Tonight I'm juxtaposing crepe with Lycra;
all those stubborn parts sedated, yielding
like cats before the leap. Skirt the colour
and size of a blackbird's wing and knickers
tight enough to make me sing. Peep show
smile; big hairstyle. Just the faintest smell
of wine. And I close the phone booth door
without a single sound:
tonight I don't fear K
's! I'm so glad you liked them! I'll be adding your poetry soon, I'm waiting for a new desktop publishing program. I just don't like the way Photoshop does text, it prints fuzzy! I'll link you when I finally get it finished. 
's and the poems on Incognito and Oasis Night! 
on Aquatic Ballet !
on Summer Wine [link] ! 
Sta.sh
