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 December.22.1997/ April.10.2015

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

(I)

A girl is on her knees

She is begging for something she can't have

Her face is pale 

Her eyes dim

The hate is stale

In a pool of blood she swims

Yet she has not reached

The one thing she hungers for

Love....Lust....Happy....Hate

She preaches....She begs....

She can only count on fate

Feeling a pain so sore

Through her heart a peg

Goes all the way to the core

 

(II)

She screams through anger

The hunger so strong

The tear falls

Hopeing if she begs more it doesn't hang her

Something calls

What could it be 

She stays silent

A heartbeat in the echo

Crazy....Mad....

Crying she hurries up a tree 

From there she can see....Not glad

He's further away with someone

She wants her to disappear

So she can have him for her own

To keep to herself

To have his love

But her heart is all stone

He is a dot in the morning sun now

Far in the distance

As not really there

She sees a cloth....A girl....A glove

 

(III)

In the moonlight

Her eye glistens with shine

But disappears with pain

A sudden fear

So deep she can taste it too fine

In a line so striaght

She jumps from the tree with fright

Something or somone follows

This bothers her alot 

She can not see in the darkness

So she remains in the tree in her spot

Wait....She senses it is empty and hollow

She jumps out of the tree 

She runs as fast as lightening

She falls.... scrapes her knee

A cloth....So red....A stain

 

(IV)

Round the cold heart

The hunger is back

She needs to feed

Or she'll fall apart

She wants that thing so bad

Where after her sweet pain

What she wants only makes her more sad

It is he she can not have

And one with trebling hands claps her cold head

He fans her with his moonlight wings and cries

"My love....My sorrow....You, You are not the one dead

She looks up into the eyes

Of the one who once held her

The one that loved her

The one that gave her kisses to

The one that she knew 

Chasing something one can never own

Like dew upon a sleeping flower

There lies a pale soul

She can no longer stand

There is no stone

Just space

Letting the hunger go she faded

Like a cloud which had out drained its rain

But that is not the case 

She knew it is love....The bloods only stain

 

(V)

The red glove in her hand

Her face in her lovers arms

Suddenly crying

Nothing there....That's not what she planned

Alone with the hunger

Trapped by the doors

Now the tears are pouring out

She is dying

She can feel it in her pores

No where is where she stays

She can feel the tears rolling down her face

In her heart he will stand

Heartbeats at a slower pace

No one is who she has

She needs him

She runs to him fast

She has done a sin

Now remembering all is in the past 

He is just a ghost in the moonlight 

She is lost 

She has nothing to win

But keeping his love she'll put up a fight 

For him she'll do it at any cost

 

Copyright

Slowly I run my tongue around the

savory delight

taking in all it's glistening content, then

up and down the sides

tasting every drip of sweetness that envelops

my hunger. I nibble at the edges till, in a

moment of weakness, thrusting my tongue

deep into the center

grasping a mouthful of creamy coated ecstacy.

Numb and quivering with delight,

I engulf it'...

and finish off this delicious, delectable Old  Fashioned

dip cone'

The world set in darkness

The coming evil slithers round

Vulnerability swells to bid

Destruction boldly sounds

 

No moon to light the lane

A path lay unguided

Anxiety breathing heavy

Force our strengths; united

 

A deathly hunger thrives

Consuming where it treads

Leaving only trampled meat

Blood like fire spreads

 

A wickedness so thirsty

Here to only take

Teeth bared yet grinning

There is no escape

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With every drip and every drop

The sky cries down in seclusion

Searching for eyes to notice

Blue skies, the ultimate illusion

 

She screams to the silence

A thunderous noise that carries

Her wounded longing call,

Thirsty eyes, she’d marry

 

Her rolling clouds distract

From the storm brewing inside

Trying to disguise her feelings

But no longer can they hide

 

The winds gain spiteful speed

Her furious winds circle round

Lifting heads and hearts

Wreaking havoc on the ground

 

All her stars she wished upon

Faded into crumbling ashes

A dying desire for affection

That only ended in her lashes

 

As the gloomy madness concludes

Her vibrate blues come to play

Covering up her sadness

To unleash on another day

 

 

 

 

Sitting in her office she looks out the window past a parking lot into nothing.

 

Smiling a smile with such abandon she almost forgets that it is forced, never to be real, never to be genuine.

 

Thoughts of the past, present, future, pain, hunger, endless work to feed her children.

 

Memories of aid, food stamps, cold.

 

She turns her chair to face the green wall. Life never changing. Work until she dies. Help her children to survive only to repeat her mistakes, to become her, to live her life.

 

Alcohol. hunger. poverty. like her mother, like her grandchild. The circle that keeps her going, the thoughts that plaster the strained, unnatural,  smile on her face.

 

 

 

i am an imp
this world to me is nothing but make believe things

compared to touch

and on the other side fo the skin i see

with my senses

is every secret i ever wanted to know

hidden behind your hungry sighs

as i ach to peer

behind disguise

those thighs

hold a grail

the highest

prize

 

our flesh our minds our words

our speech

none of it can be answer

to that question burning deep

so cold

wanting to feel life

 

i paid the price of death

for that answer of life

a city of millions

i know maybe two

i remember those gone

in the silence of those who remain

and time and space

for me no refrain

we dance through our days and moments

as if they matter even one bit

as much as the smile

that hides

as i stare at you puzzling

inside i am a hunter

tryign to see a glimpse

of another piece

of that dark beast

lost to man

but hiding behind your thoughts

in sensations and fleeting glimpses

of memory of times long ago

and a bloodthirst that seeks

to take control

 

i am an imp

floatign through life

trying to find

i saw that beast slip away

and only then did i bind
it to hunt
men dream of marilyn monroe

mens dreams are easy to fill with flesh

and material things
i dream of dreamers

there is a spark i can sense

and burn to a flame

 

its strange

the actual art and science i am
cannot be recorded or transmitted
bits and pieces of theory and research

on the effecs of all five senses and a fifth

that thing we call erotic

which for creatures that have canine teeth

like us

is part genetic, part upgringing, part experience

 

its as if all the words in all the world

are just words in the sentences transmitted with touch
do i ever speak to the world at all with anything i do

and is anything i say with touch translated back on the other side?

even these thoughts are the condensed form f the everything of my world

each word a marker for sentences of mundane
i watch myself and my world as i think this
moiving along withiout me

and i sit here watching myself do wwork

which includes writing this

but me inside is mute silent deaf

alone and comes out when everything i am

is focused on

the hunger of everything that is

this be my letters to the rain itself

the leaves

touch as an artform is like a strange martial art

that can be practised anywhre

a few years ago i started the habit of running fingers on bushes

every time it rained

and my sensitivity improved

all things can be strengthened with practise

but i spend half decades between

doing one or another thing

i have done

it is the intent

memory works this way

it functions based upon emotional connection

learning is this way as well

touch is where the pain and agression and joy of life

can match with the creative the fantastic

before i was born i had marched a 100 times
can you see me here
marching into this abyss of you
with words about something less important than you
behind my boasts see a mirror

behind my victories i see your defeat 
i help most by doing nothing at all
and while you see me doing nothing for you i am doing everything

i dream of your dreams when you arent looking
and i unlock your cell bars 
without ever seeing them with a whim
with a will 
with a boast and a sneer with a smile 
their old soldier 
is a sorrow to fear

on this page criss crossed words ramble
for and against all
in my other idenity
chock full of their vote to support
this whole crew one and all
and i watch as a soldier 
who was good at his job
you think hate you think death
what they give us
this mob

i was vengance i was wrath
i was soldier most clear
this be their love
their support

only yourselves to fear
in my house on my suits
3 feet away a whole life
was the clinkgy
sting iccky
smeel rebellion
and strife
in theri distracts preceincts 
blotters
fingerprints behind boast
of the town just a smolder

one day i was living slice of life
god of war
trade loss ration
99:1 maybe more
the 99 percent of the deals 
never paid
100 percent of those deals 
carried out in the trade
at teh table i sat and one thing made bye
for a million dollars
scum to force me to lie
show your face and your faith
you hold money most dear
find another jinn
to make dreams seen most clear

i was off never thought
of the net that i lost
was the gross you see
droogies
that mattered most of all

i am crumb on lapel of each button you wear
the one wholl walk out when i hear its not fair
and return with a weapon for you to use fresh
lost it again
again again

now tellme whats next
retreated t lab
ripple worlds with a thought
steal old money new me
shiny tools i have brought
i have wrought
i cooked up when you saw me there not

im a devil little whips 5th every day who forgot
analyze only each weakness each folly each day
what i did as a boy like
good boys knelt to pray

iw as raised for one purpose to fight a good war
wya i love way i work 
even the way i snore

i only speak in battle clangs and peers into your soul

this brave new world without translator
science no more
stuck in place 
i don't know
among people i cant see
i am blind zatoichi

no bragging just me
with this tongue ive not used my whole
life for the peace
i tear up every day that we speak its so neat
friends and lover or wife
each word was a vow
broken many then less til i was black
like a drow
and the more and more evil the clearer to me
sheer power to be found
pure truth set me free
only then did i join legal workforce in town
already 222 yet i been around
homeless 18 i was out on the street
wouldn't lie beg or cheat 
ask favor so neat
sat each day on the street 
silently several days more
no shelter no people
no sleeping or snore

then i went out into your world as just me
had no job but the world that i wanted
was free
i gave all your dark hearts and powers
their dreams
and the world i wanted 
always what it seemd
small reign in small place in small spaces
i took
just a shadow no more
or less than
i look but inside my touches behind my eyes
there was no such thing as sink 
low alibis
dream chaos dark murder bank roobing or more
dream raving blade orgies
ill brang not vampires but more
my kin those i made myself into your dreams
melted back to reality
undone at the seams
last one i freed to be whatever they wish
roamed your city streets bringing sweet deaths kiss
didnt know or tell 
but i am just fire
your dreams intent will
alone ill inspire
relentlessly always
i am power galore
but cant snap my fingers
and lights
thats why i want more

once owned once again free to say what i wish
im so close im so close
then free as i wish
with my words worlds melt or regrow as they must

i am nothing and noone
and the Word all i trust
every god that you have and philsoophers stone
had and lost gave away
fuck houses hats and a throne

im so close im so close
to what i call free
to be owned by anyone anything
and not be
not be me or you you
just an ear to your phone

once again will to power
means nothign alone

i was the thing 
that not only cant be
noone but animals 
and science
knew the whole me
bits and pieces through time
and the parts to my life
deepest kiss black fist
employer of nife
locked away 

for forever
had to hone more my craft
one day alone so alone
floating in raft

these words soem like these but incredibly fast
the closest i come 
to what i must call m,ath
you say words but they arent yet alive

yet free 
they say many much things
but one day a new day
when yoru words just your words
will make reality melt
and the thingsd that you say must be seen heard felt
when that day that day comes
your government fears
its not you they arm for
look at your kin fears
and their guns and their thoughts

and remember im black

take your fight with your hearts 
and turn it back
now within
your own family your own friends
and remember my skin

guantanamo war and the drone attack

the only pain ive ever had
in life

cause im black

while i work saw me workin
to get a fine place

all i ask is fight more fuck 1 percent
kulluminati race

killuminati doesnt mean
fight or focus on Man
it means fight deep within so you CAN understand
there's no power above all 
no powers but you

give them power
talk bout them and your power's

through

just curiosu to see if babble faster than rhyme
and it was and it was and it would save me time

but my ramble and babble and narcissim see

means i speak without fear
i know no method above
to verify knwo tha 

theres truth in my flow
and no effort to sway to caress
or to glow
or to shien or to burn
burn it down liek a match
im no rapper no seeker
of money or snatch

i crave true power
to serve no heaven or bird
or person place thing or 

idea 

how absurd

i serve you one and all i have ears 
they do work

i serve word and if single

ill also serve

bjork

(and yes, you say her name wrong dammit)

bjork rhymes with WORK not PORK