Grave Tidings

Doleful,
lacking any emotion
other than sadness.

She was the light to the family candle
the rose in the thorn thickets.
There was nothing she couldn't handle
all was calm behind those white pickets.

Lost,
lacking any direction
other than to the bottom of the bottle.

She was so narrow, yet loving,
the foundation of a family that is a castle.
There was no trial not worth overcoming
even though her body was gracile.

Empty,
lacking feeling
other than the bleak void

Nothingness,
my heart is now cheloid.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Sinister Blind

When the florescent lights flicker off, the spotlight races toward the microphone
A single man stands and his shadow is thrown
arms wide upon the banner giving wings to a red candle
swerving, screaming, and singing things that you just can't handle

The blazing intro of a guitar solo
enrapturing everyone much more than their promo
intertwining his sick licks with chords and lyrics
the rock of a nation, you're beginning to hear it

The drummer slams home a rhythm,
your heart and the bass drum beat in tandem.
the snare beats cause your eyes to blink rapidly
feeling like your in an old black and white fantasy

The bassist keeps your nodding head rockin'
and the metronome in you mind keeps tockin'
scales are balanced on his fingers like a pro
the sound reaches depths you might never otherwise know

So listen and learn my friends from afar
they are sinister and will break your heart
you may be blind to their purpose but never forget
these are the rockingest motherfuckers you ever have met.

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The Marble Castle

The once grand edifice has crumbled
and the gluttonous keepers can be seen
through the cracks of broken promises.

These green eyed monsters
given life by your blood,
sweat and tears.

Preying on your drunken happiness,
feasting on your child like naivety.
They devour your charity.

The cavernous maw opens to
swallow your misgiven handouts,
engulfing your generosity.

Slogging through the everyday
your head hung with burdens
no normal human should bear.

Circling you like a rotting corpse,
perching on your shoulder.
They are waiting for you to die.

Still they sit on their pedestals
sipping fine wine and laughing
about their fortunes.

The lowly servants who saved
them waiting for a crumb to be tossed
just so that they can survive.

Laughing at your requests,
turning their backs on your plight.
They smother your voice and go back to their old ways.

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Passion of Purity

Pursed lips
wrapped in a robust rubicund,
forever flushed fuchsia.

The Pearl Purity
permeates the air
with gleaming grace.

Rosy wrapped passion
hiding behind iridescent gates
and puce palisades.

With her Gray gossamer gown
gleaming in moonlight,
she takes soft slippered
steps toward the
trellis.

Standing in the cerulean solitude
of a moonlit night I watch,
transfixed by the
elegance of ecstasy,
the poignance of her posture,
and the brilliance of her beauty.

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Catalytic Carousel

Cold hands linger
like twenty roman soldiers
in full regalia

sucking teeth to mainstream pop
and neglecting summer
like a passionate disease

you want to know the truth?
you couldn't handle it

bring me back to the spring
where the flowers are dead
and the streams bleed dry

monotone carousels spin
in green and barren parks
the world goes round 

wooden horses gallop frozen
as catalytic doubts in your hands
rusted bones and coughing melodies

Let me fly through earth
like the roots of ages past
or even bring me redemption
by slicing off my head

Now you see the truth?
you just can’t handle me

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved