newark

okay - I wrote this last night, since it ws sat. night and I had no date

did I mention being single sucks.

Does anyone have a friend with cool glasses that lives in the North East ?

so back to the dark poetry, if you are just jumping in, you may want to go back an look at some of the other stuff in my journal - I have a book of poetry coming out called War Cries in Dec,


My Masters Garden

I am a my masters gardener
Keeper of beauty, sustainer and taker of life
Once I was his Scarecrow,
I have been since promoted

Protecting that which has beauty to most is coveted by all
Against the weeds, insects, rodents and reptiles
Fresh, ripe, tantalizing to the touch, erotic to the taste
His fruits, vegetable and flowers are sought by the world

My jobs are many - from pruning & weeding to trapping rabbits and such
You will not see me as I toil in the soil silently
Swiftly I make worm food of those, who dare trespass on his Holy ground
My sweat, blood and tears keep fertile his Eden

So good am I, my master no longer needs a fence
No on dares to enter
Not even to retrieve their lost friend
It is my prison without walls

I water his garden with not water, but blood
I fertilize with carcasses of weaker souls
Making mulch from their bowels
Allowing the freshest of tomatos and plants to grow

Alone, I guard the perimeter, especially at night
Early in the morn, a doe may wonder upon me
Looking to taste my master forbidden fruits
Still I have me orders - as she knows what I must do if she is caught

I water and grow his produce and flowers - almost daily
Preserving the bounty of he who employees me
Only so that he may consume it himself
Perhaps he will sell or give it a way

Worst yet, he may pick it while it is perfectly ripe
And let it go to waste on his table,
Dying in vain
Still in its youth and prime

While others go hunger
This is not his concern
Nor does he worry
More will grow at the cost of only my labor

My job is to protect the garden
From countless invaders - foreign and domestic
I hunger for sustenance,
Alas, I am only allowed to enjoy bone soup