by midnight's grace
I will know thus reply
in some answer yet revealed
in a twisted lullaby
for the universe unveils herself
as most strangely beautiful to me
from this fact I do not carry any myth away
amid the music and lash like flow of the night
as time passes these lovely life's bones by
the gush of crimson holds her paper machete ending
within the guilty hearts of the gathered evil involved
some pasts
walk us through
our every moment there after
the one that shadows
which has most gruesomely occurred
free love indeed
in one brutal instant
stepped aside to make way
for murder and a subsequent devastation so insidious
that television still revisits the anti life scene
to capitalize on an era of the spiritual bankruptsy
of youth.............
Melissa
(Written May 19,2004 4pm)
I loved this poem... unique topic and very touching... I've syudied the Manson murders and actually find the subject most interesting... Yes, I do "love blood guts mayhem and gore" not so much because of the loss of human life, but the processes of human thought and emotion that results in beautiful works of art such as your poem.