Thieves of the Night

Hotel room

Late September 

Sweat seaps from every pore

Streaming down my once placid temple

Ridden

But, never hard enough to even feel it call my bluff

Put away, but I had to get wet later on my own 

I once saw myself as a queen , adorned by many a colorful throne 

I once had suitors lined up around the corner 

Itching to taste me, to throw me their bones

A business student

A company I owned, and actually still do

But, I cannot even follow through with any one procedure without bitches who have somehow gained my trust thrusting me out into the dead of Winter after dosing me with some jagged little pill

Then dancing like madmen over the same landscape upon which they just witnessed me flopping around like a coy fish on the ground as my body and soul went into a vacant seizure 

Times like these are apparently some folks idea of leisure when they had no right to have ever even played any games

So detached are they from the rest of the world that forgotten have become their once popular names

They place their blames upon the only ones who have ever bothered to help them find their own light 

They hide beneath stolen ninja costumes as they go about tagging us as the thieves of the night

Wrong and right are parallel lines that somehow always tend to intertwine

It is during these times that these vandals try to trade in their own short-comings by heckling me out of mine, which is just fine by me actually..

All that they had to do was ask 

Would that not have been much simpler for them all then attempting to pull off an impossible task?

Yes, I am Egyptian 

I worship the Sun, in which I proudly bask

Yes, I get my tan without spraying it on or by cooking myself from the inside out by laying down in the neon coffins of the brain dead 

I am sorry that I fiord my own rivers and find my paths without being led

Then again, my being is composed of much more than cheap table wine served with unleavened bread

Dogma tends to degrade it's many patrons in plain, unchartered view 

Thus, we warriors of the Light of God are far between and few

Forgotten become so many 

So many ,too bad so sad

Perhaps they should have composed themselves more cleverly when their indifferences to me caused them to go fucking mad

All I know is that I have had it with all of their dumb asses

All the go-getters who are as slow as molasses should be encased in the eternal ice of January ...

9-26-2015