WINTER JOYS

This cold weather in my chest sits and lingers as voices in my head mingle.  They shout like crazy singers eating at my brain; nothing pretty is their jingle.  My lunacy is driving me mad these days.  The NEW MOON plays tricks with your mind “she said.”  My MUSE is an incarcerating craze; to the NEW MOON I swore my due credit was paid!

My mental breakdown is my best friend tonight.  His caress and touch allows me to have foresight!  Still, within this cold my soul shakes with terror and fright.  Nothing seems to bring the winter joys – the rays of light.  There are lambs that rise up like lions with might; nevertheless this leopard writer cannot find the will to be a shining Knight.

Winter Joys elude my every pace.  Winter Joys delude my very race!  The boy lost inside of me cries for a life abandoned and destroyed.  The boy inside of me kills the man I’m supposed to be; I stand devoid.  He’s become the wild tiger I have come to know; the only one I can’t avoid.  His strength over me is one I have so easily employed.  Yet, do not be fooled when I say his presence is sinfully enjoyed.  He possesses my soul; his every demand lacks absolutely no void.  Crying I admit I need help; can someone resurrect for me Sigmund Freud.

God dammed is those who like me never see their Winter Joys.  Cursed are we who for the pleasures of readers must suffer the devils noise!  Like pawns, for our poetry and words we readily offer our poise.  The boy in me wants to play; beware my readers for you’ll all become his slaving toys! 

Winter Joys have been stolen from me!  Winter Joys are here... never to be!  Under shady trees you deceive yourselves thinking that Winter Joys will be given to thee.  How naïve has thou become my foolish lunatic; BANISHED FOREVER shall be your decree!  There shall be no level of mercy; none shall survive my words by any degree.  Once I’m gone there will be dancing in the streets; “for the poet in his death shall set us free.” 

Fuck you to all those who stood and watched me burned like Joan of Arc!  Perpetually shall my writs come and make your days sour and dark.  My scripts shall you where on your foreheads like the devils mark; for you there shall be no Noah’s Ark.  Winter Joys are here to mock; I do not lie my flock, believe me when I say you have all been added to the stock.