Poems by Edward Gerhardt We are What we Are Rage seen Happy walking and smiling, He ran up to him and spacked him, Happy yelled "what are you doing" and Rage said "your to happy" Happy responded "but that's my name that's what I do" Rage said "well you don't see me always acting like my name" Happy said "yes you do you just spacked me" and they figured that's where they get these names THE KETCHUP CRISIS A cheese omelete,hashbrowns with buttery toast, freshly cut tomatoes My arm reaches over to grab empty space, I can hear my tummy roar, check cabinets frigerator the dog's bowl! across the floor, I see a bottle, feet fly but to my surprise, Store Brand, Passed out in atonishment RSVP Sixteen dinner guests invited by her not him, sat on diversified prates around or squarely at a table displayed with flowers and catered foods discussing with mouths full of foolishness dire straits of worldly affairs and perhaps, some of their own. He refused engaging in conversation their conjectures, she over much. Every word, she thought, filled with sage advice. The stuffing contained a hint of sage, -the extent of wisdom offered up- from seventeen invited yet, uninvited guests. By: Suzzanne (suzz@mwweb.com) TRUTH WINS " You're lying!" He cried smashing his shackled wrists against the silent cold steel of a conference table. " 3 lies!" Spittle sprang from his mouth and his crazed demonic glare turned to stare into the scared solemn eyes of the lawyer. " You seek the truth from a serial killer?" His cruel laughter ringing out that he'd won. " I'll tell nothing to you." The lawyer sighed, " Then judge me also, if you must, by the truths I've told." The murder weapon was found an innocent man set free from Death's Row. By: Suzzanne
Untitled1 She Slashed at me with Knife so sharp...Aiming deep, Deep for mine hapless heart. Curved was the Knife, I smiled Savoring the blows Stolen was my heart, It belonged to Her. Mine Heart!! Did I not wonder why? No, I knew only that she meant to take It. The time my smile did fail Fair and Beautiful Kathy stood there Body at rest, Bold eyes at attention I sent My soul in apology, Mine heart already taken. But oh it was a cruel sight, my arms spread wide in acceptance Expectance... She rained down repeated slashes that shook my returning soul For all that, they were but kisses on my chest and nipples, as she performed her cruel deed. "Seeing Nothing but Red" I snort as rage bunches the muscles in my neck a toss of my head a glint red as blood in my eye, I charge... Horns thrust forward aiming to kill as she deftly steps to the side, a wave of her beautiful red cloak. I stamp in anger, anger of denial I charge again. A silver glint catches my eye as her blade is drawn closer she sighs the glint in her eyes blinds me to the blood lust we both share... I and the MATADOR. I sprint forward and as quickly I stagger. Her thrust more potent than my own, the blade rises from my rump she has wounded my honor. Another pass and I lie dead or dying panting and pleading waiting for the final strike seeing nothing nothing but red End Game The music fills me Sweet as Death Bringing me to my feet Taking away my breath I stumble as I try to rise Death, Glory, And blood All in mine eyes Omnipresent in my Dangerous mood The beat like Blood rushing through my veins all done in lust, in pain A culmination of sweet-sweat-salt...insane The End of the Matadors bloody game.. Those Almond Eyes Distance being the thing we despise the way it rings rings so true, unbelievably so the distance pains me, that I know. No prayers today will I give in to say the will is strong but the body gives in to your siren song... The way you shimmer makes the sun grow that much dimmer as I hate to give in to the knowing that it is your smile into which going would end all and be all