Haiku's, poems and photos both confessional and reflective
Rippling screams over and through and
Through and over the feather of bird
Echos
Being the only answer to the similar songs
For when the sacrifice is innocence
None see the heavens spill closer
Blinkered
By notes side by side upon the eye
Sweeney Tod’s toy shop selling star dazed eye
Drops and acid covered lollipops
For the teapot littles and ring rose rings
With the jelly stocked with cough drops
and the ice cream screaming its song
So the petrified jello shots
and haberdash fruitcake
Lay hatless but mad for their
two person tea party
Lone voices within the caverns of a body
Drowned out by histories and songs
For who would listen to today’s vices and voices
When the hundred other crescendoing are no longer theirs
Singing is a sin
The oranges whisper
Giving is a gift
The lemons sing
But oranges and lemons are to be eaten
The bourgeoisie told me so
Functional frameworks of wire, iron and pills
A women’s silhouette of winged barbed wire pressed into the backdrop
There were no angles or angels just dark satanic mills
Knots of barbed wire lining her daughter’s sweatshop
And still her mother’s stark nudity faced the barren black hills
There were no mountains green waiting for her, the endless spinning top
So now we see the scrapped, scratched out silhouette that has been scraped away
Nobody extends their helping hand to their own helpers
For who would think
That maybe their helper had something below the skin
The tarp stitched over a frame
Smiling frames of the helpers
The helper tried to save all the bodies
But where is body to save the helper
Bodies
Odies
Dies
Treading the same path
On different sides of the road
With one step forward a wall he made
But two steps forward they broke the binary code
The line of laughter
A brushstroke of tears
An adams apple’s imprint
The shadows they gifted
A chorus of voices echo
A simple song is swallowed
A silenced chorister smiles
The clockwork parliament crumples
Cold bodies littering a field
All struck with the sin of beauty
Not one repented
So a price had to be payed
Elizabeth.Joy 