Raven in Green again..

nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane, and every day, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death on your flesh--creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, and all eye see is ewe, that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see u there poisoning the air, prostituing Nationalism, and eye want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage meaningless agression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents--outside, just beyond the edges--eye ride, a cycoptic mare in the fires of imagination. feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me I'm still sinning that pain is important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone ...in this --guard the houses--triple the watch,--Maidens, dig up your sorcery --sirens, sharpen your rocks..ewe will eat my pain again. whatever you need unite messiah ME

--Wurdz by Otep Shamaya

Hope is a Bitch
July 31, 2001 9:25 a.m.

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Okay so this my monthly entry for the Poetica-Collab. This months challange was to write about hope. And if you wanted more of a challange, ..write it in sonnet form. Well..I HAD every intention of attempting to write a sonnet because I never have, but I kept for getting and well..today is the 31. Thus..needed to get something down. So here is my poem about hope.

Hope is a Bitch

Hope is a pain in my ass.
Hope is a bitch.
Hope is an addiction.
Hope is a killer.

Hope is an annoying little dog that sits outside my door
everyday
and every night
barking and Yapping
and making a general nusiance of itself.
And it never goes away.

Every once and awhile
That little voice in my head
"Says feed it something,
How bad can it be?
What possibly happen?"

What can possibly happen?
it barks more!
and the every once and while
it breaks down the door
and attacks me
and I am left bruised and bloody
in a wreak on the floor
all because of that little innocent thing
called hope.

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