NEW POETRY: Heretic


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HERETIC

I knew that Dawn
in a windowless church
a birthing into Being
The noise, it stopped.
Chaos chose to scatter
with a hush
and a swirling, shadowed breeze

Sacrificed at the feet
of Critics Considered
Trampling on Glitter and Greed
The Shroud of Mistrust
stood stalwart like a fortress
The Heretic, Manifesting

Crying and writhing
shredding Ego and Skin
Pain perpetrated with
Precisioned Graffiti
SinnerSavior
Grant me Favor
as Creator God
once did Thee

c2017 GC Cameron

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NEW POETRY: Anymore


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ANYMORE

ANYMORE

I wake up
Quiet
on my side of the Lace
There’s a tire outside
I bide my
Time
searching for the place
Next to run to
Where will I roam
Take down the curtains
This isn’t Home
Anymore
Where was that Moment
I realized the Lie?
Did it only burn me
When I made known
The Crime?

 

Shhh
Don’t you tell
the truth about
our sleepy little town
Pack your bags
Don’t look back
Run away
before the locals
ring the Death Knell
Please forgive me
won’t you please,
Ghost of Grandma?
I tried so hard
to plant Poetry
in what was once
Fallow Ground
but tornadoes
 came on through
devastating all we
loved and knew
leaving me
with scattered dreams
and Imaginary Triumph

Sunset comes on
I sit down
Silent
gasping for my breath
There’s a broken car outside
I’m out of Time
trying to resurrect the Past

Where will I go?
I don’t know
Load up the boxes
This I know
Here
isn’t Home
Anymore

 

c2017 GC Cameron
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NEW POETRY: This Life


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THIS LIFE

I know
I know this place
This Sacred Ground
Shaken and Abandoned
Flesh and Refuse
rot in the sun
Left as if expendable
to be discovereds
later on
Too late for
Resurrection
Long dead
unable to be
healed by Want
Pains’ stench
has faded to Faint

Tenderly..
Gentle now
Reach below your
drowning feet

Reclaim this life
so discarded
so forgotten
Grant it Mercy

(Love Yourself)

 

 

 

c2017 GC Cameron

 

NEW POETRY: Abyss Immortal


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Abyss Immortal

How do
I dress?
What should
I wear
For “Goodbye”?
Will an
Old-School Gardenia
White
in My flaming
Red Hair do
or will it be
too theatrical
for You?

Books and bubbles
I leave
Such tawdry bits
of flotsam
Fail Us both
I know
All this was
borne

of
Being banned
from Touch

Trust
This Once
the Breaths
We watched
the Other take
Let Us close Our eyes
and feel
Your thumb upon
the ledge
My chin
rests upon

Dive
I wish
Off the cliff
Into the
Hedonists’ Abyss
Drink sweat
off Your groin
As I drown

c2017 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Prison


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PRISON

I
know
the Cost
now
to be
inside these walls
The Silence
they necessitate
The Price
moreso
than the privilege
of walking down
these Hollow Halls

It’s a
Censorship
I never dared
Fear
A Halting
A Gasp
No more
a Respite

I will see
You
Someday
Across green blades
Yearning
will shred
my vocal cords
when You
look upon me
in Disgust

Pain
I bury now
will mutilate

My Countenance will shudder
Begging you consider
Reconciliation
after a hearing
of what I
would not say
Inside the Prison
that
Now hushes
Us

Beyond
Knowlege or Care
From Anyone

 

c2017 GC Cameron

 

 

 

 

NEW POETRY: Desert-Exiled Heart


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Desert-Exiled Heart

Time
I told you
how things are
After all
come Morning
You won’t believe
I mean it
with all of my Heart

Truly
I’ve left the keys
for you to retrieve
to the things people
like to think
mean the most to Everyone
The ignition in the Cougar
The Samsonite
with one busted lock
The Yale that fits
the front door
of the only house
I’ll ever call my home

We’ve betrayed me
I know
Told others things
I wish I’d never said
I forgot
You were to
write them for
Mighty Superiors
Who’ll Shame me
with the details
of my pathetic little story
without
the Grace afforded
poetry

You’ve reminded me
Unceremoniously
Nothing is Sacred
Discretion
A luxury
only granted
to the Senile
as dirt and curtain fall

in the name of Duty

Brash you are now
I know that pose
All too Well
(It’s the reason
I can’t look
in the mirror these Anymores)

So I let go
as I
Tell you
how things are
After all
come tomorrow
You won’t believe
I love you
with my
Desert-Exiled
Heart

c2017 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Run Away


RUN AWAY

Got the
fancy suit ironed
My head’s Quiet
at last
Messages in
the rear view mirror
talk to me
about my Past

Our kids have stopped
asking us
to grant wishes
Men grab kisses
but never want me to stay
Come on, Sister
let’s run away

There are
cabins and contentment
in places besides here
I can take you
to foreign forests
give you
All the deer
All the wood
that you want
You really should
Come on, Sister
Run away with me

You and Me
an unbeatable team
Take the Peace with us
Wherever we go
No need to own houses
or fancy clothes
Our daughters
will brag about
our adventures
once we’re gone
Come on
Run away with me

I promise
No one will hate us
Infamous we’ll be
Discovering Lifes’ mysteries
Others only dream
about chasing

Under the
New Moon
We can leave

Please
Run away with me

c2017 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Our Darker Rooms


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I’ve made the decision
Signed the
Execution Order
Stopped all nourishment
in hopes my heart
will slow
Tossed and turned
in my bed
wrestling with
the things I’ve said

I was better off
Alive and Afraid
than Discounted Dead

I was safer
in the Darker Room
where my shadows
found their peace
Even the tiny
shiny sheriffs’ badge
failed to prick
and make me bleed

You decided, though
you needed more
Dragged me
into the light
out of Greed

I was better off
Alive and Afraid
than I’ll ever be
placating your Need

Back I go
The closet
is my Home
I’ll leave the lambs
for you to slaughter
My Dignity
you won’t strip from Me
in the Bright you worship

There’s Poetry
in Subtlety
Invite
Extend a hand
A Gentle Smile
It’s Sufficient Shine
to lead
People like Me
from
our Darker Room

c2017 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Pontificatus Polyester


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Pontificatus Polyester

Die, NOW
won’t you,
Know it All Youth!
As I finish my last meal
before you desecrate the Truth

I’ve loved you
Ached to see the sun
cast its daybreak
over the curve of your ass
Such pristine a thing
I didn’t appreciate
When quiet and nubile
myself as a lass

Now you pontificate
in polyester
As though syllabic
Lifelines are casting

A breath now
Let me halt your blinking
It’s all the Tenderness
I ever hope to have

c2017 GC Cameron