Dear Celia

Goodbye dear Celia
I’m far to gone to say hello
but i won’t hesitate to say goodbye

Oh Celia don’t you miss the way you were?
the way you curled under the sun
and the way you died when the music played

don’t you love the way the moon lies
and the smell of blood under the skin
like ancient copper from ol’ copper town

don’t hit so hard when you have no hands
please sugar Celia just don’t walk without shoes
but if only you could listen without tongue

Scarlet fires and ebony nights
fields of passion yellows
under the sphere of glass

nothing is real dear Celia
you can’t stay buried for long dear Celia
some ol’ dog will sniff you out

Brushfire whispers
secrets that are lost
to those who can’t get home

Ghost grazing upon shores of the dead
silently the shepherd boy watches on
as the fog slowly rolls on in

Dear Celia will you forgive me
for the sins that I have done to ye
for I was hungry and you where ripe

The Rotten

Well Mikey has some lyrics to a song he can’t sing

Augustus has sold his dead mothers wedding ring

And Jakes hanging at the Queen N King

And it’s Brittany who cries as she makes another beast

who has promised an invitation to an endless feast

but nothing is sacred just sin at the least

So don’t you cry

Don’t you sigh

for the rotten stay rotten

and the honest just die

You can watch a room full of children audition for a role

but not all adults want kids that grow

this is just somethin’ that everybody should know.

We were asphalt kids in a kingdom of joy

She was a girl who played like a boy

He was a boy with a broken toy

So don’t you cry

Don’t you sigh

for the rotten stay rotten

and the honest just die

Basement man in isolation.

Worms in his head, no time for contemplation

All is beyond hope and soul restoration

The self crowned king will boldy bark

as his future continues to grow dark

and it will be revealed, his form, a shark

So don’t you cry

Don’t you sigh

for the rotten stay rotten

and the honest just die

Published: Ancient Relics

Hello Cult of The Graveyard Machine!

I thought I’d post an amusing find…

I have been published a few times already through a newspaper, online etc. Nothing to brag about (bragging is for people with low self esteem) but still something to talk about. Anyways, I stumbled upon an old email. The contents of the email led me to a forgotten published poem I wrote for Sloth Jockey!

So here is the long lost poem ( that probably should stay lost) I wrote some time ago.

http://slothjockey.com/poetry/ami_eric/skeleton_girl.shtml