My love I am beside myself
\nfor you are dead and gone
\nthey left your head for me to find
\nthe mortal plain goes on
\nsomehow I must come to terms
\nnot only with your death
\nbut all the emotional squalor
\nthat now comes with every breath<\/p>\n
the humans have a way of making
\nus feel lost for sure
\nthey haven’t realised yet
\nhow we might abhor
\nthey think of us as unfeeling
\nrevealing in them much
\nclearly they are so arrogant
\nand becoming out of touch<\/p>\n
with the truest reality
\nfor leaving your head here
\nwith a blood trail to where ever
\ndraws to me such fear
\nthe unknown it is out there
\nand you my dear may be
\nalso in the ether
\nstaring back at me<\/p>\n
that out of body experience
\nyou can quantify
\nthis head of yours
\nleft here because
\nit seems you had to fly
\naway to the rainbow bridge
\nbeyond the slaughterhouse
\nto where
\nyou take your immense spirit
\nand with it stay aware<\/p>\n
I found your head and kissed you
\nknowing I’d never see
\nI couldn’t believe the horror
\nthat was now confronting me
\nthese farmers are grotesque
\nthey are but slaves
\nto a corporate state
\nof unconsciousness which now creates
\nfear at an alarming rate<\/p>\n
the hideousness of seeing
\nyour eyes seemed open wide
\nthe disfigurement of normality
\nbeing on the other side
\nI miss your warm caresses
\nyour brightness and your charm
\nthe landscape is now terrible
\nits chaotic and never calm<\/p>\n
your head is strangely beautiful
\nthose villain’s threw it there
\nknowing I would find it
\nknowing it would scare
\nthe living daylights out of me
\nfor that is what they do
\nthey somehow thought it funny
\nto remind me dear of you<\/p>\n
they have that loathsome attitude
\nthat repulsive point of view
\nits repellent in them actually
\nit just is what they do
\nodious is their feeling
\nvulgar in their mind
\nI cannot bear to look at them
\nbecause they are more than blind<\/p>\n
I loved you and I always will
\nthis fact I think you know
\nthe tawdriness of humans
\nthese slaughter men who grow
\nmore savage by the moment
\nbarbarians they be
\nwithout any affection
\nits just hopelessness I see<\/p>\n
to do what they have done today
\nshows the craven hearted guile
\nreckless and irresponsible
\nhow they could defile
\nyour character, your presence
\nyour vision and your all
\nby cutting you in pieces
\nand lobbing your head over their wall<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My love I am beside myself for you are dead and gone they left your head for me to find the mortal plain goes on somehow I must come to terms not only with your death but all the emotional … Continue reading