2001-10-18 - 11:37 p.m.
When Did Her Music Stop?
She was once such an important part of my life;
The woman I dream of incessantly, day in and day out.
But, now, she is not even in my day,
Except for the passing thought of her laughter and a warm smile long over due.
I hate her selfish snobbery,
And self-serving congratulatory praise.
The days are filled with seeing her take and gorge herself
On pompous fruits she steals from the carts.
Always the sweet girl plying her ways to get what she wants;
Selfish and using everyone in sight to satisfy her own delight.
Giving nothing or very little to those who want to see her win
Making every memory I had of her a sin.
She justifies herself with self-preservation;
How else will she succeed in a capitalistic society?
Being interested in Number One comes first above all else
And yet she pines to find Love.
Wake up and smell the stench of self-righteousness.
For Christ’s sake, you can’t nurture love,
When you reek from the very sub-life you walk upon
And spit upon, and vilify daily.
It’s pitiful that one so blessed with potential for success
Can fail as a dunce at once when it comes to the life-giving waters of Love.
It’s so sad to see a beautiful Maiden waste her beauty
Slutting for the boys of summer and every season. For what reason?
Not a thought or hint of mortality enters her head.
The culinary dishes of education and knowledge well fed.
Slurped and chewed and snorted and absorbed with a starving energy,
Eaten without proper manners at the table of Life
A pig she be, a sow a cow and then she'll see
“Its all for me!” – from tryst to tryst and back again.
Searching for love, for love in vane she speaks
The self-made self-love cancels out the Love she seeks
As a girl it was Caroline Keese and Francine Pascal
Then it was JD Salinger and Dean Koontz
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and The Joy Luck Club
Cold literature courses through her veins where once warm waters flowed.
