Dark souls with voices...Poetry...

Enter with Caution, Love can be Grand...
But enter with Caution it could be a grand slam

The Pain

I can't breathe.

They won't let me exhale.

One more breath of this life -I am sure to die

THESE words of sharpened Bone,

 Stuck in my throat.

Please, I beg,

 "Ode To The Powers That Be,

Let me blow,

 Let me sigh,

 Let me exhale,

 These words of pain.

You have surely given unto me,

  Your gift of horror atop a luscious velvet rest.

So beguiling it looks,

 In this set.

 In this setting.

 Dearest of Lords and Ladies,

 This frock is too heavy,

 I am near to choke.

Let me go!

  I hold all,

And

 The pain grows cold...

****C.C. Rocker****: Indestructible Heart

****C.C. Rocker****: Indestructible Heart

Indestructible Heart

I want 

An Indestructible Heart.

One that won' Crush me.

One that won't Bleed me.

One that won't tear 

this new world,

Apart.

I want

 An Indestructible Heart.

One that won't Lie.

One that won't Cry.

Keepin' Love out

 from the

Start.

I want

 An Indestructible Heart.

One that won't Scream.

One that won't Dream.

One that won't take things 

For what they

Seem.

I want 

An Indestructible Heart.

****C.C. Rocker****: I Love Living in the City

****C.C. Rocker****: I Love Living in the City: Pop,pop,pop, could be gunshots. Maybe a wife finally fed up- or fireworks covering the sky  in multi colored dots for you and I. I he...

Dark souls with voices...Poetry...

The Three Holes

      The worst part of her day had begun; her comically oversized eyes opened with great pain. Without consciousness, she reached for the Chardonnay from the night before.  "Fuck", she screamed with her deep dusty voice,the glass crashing over, onto another dead or dying cell phone. She really liked her old  phone, the color mostly, the ghastly calls, matching its blood wine sheen. The barrage of bloody mayhem it welcomed. Oh, to swim in the oblivion that wine brings; The subtle regression to passion filled moments now long gone. Dammit she had to get up, a Bloody Mary was in need of a drinker.  She wanted to beat the unrelenting sound of the buzz, fucking crappy digital pollution to the ears.  Grappling with the sweat soaked sheets, like a whore held hostage; bondage by bed she begrudgingly started her escape.

     One leg at a time she told herself, one very long leg at a time.  At 5’9” those legs went on and on until they made a perfectly round ass of themselves.  At any minute the blood soaked images from last night would invade her mind, taking over everything else her eyes could see. Just as she was quietly putting ice in her glass, her ears were under attack. “Shit” yelling at the walls, “Who the hell comes up with this crap”, glaring at the cell phone bouncing around on the table, laughing it’s own hideous alert, and again it singed her ears, with a reminder, that she had missed the  first.  Blu was still mixing her drink as she ended the digital pollution, it was off.  Knowing, that intruder was not going to stop, not today, not tomorrow, not until she had safely packed her human side up, and hid it in the darkest recesses of her mind.  It was time to go to work.

     Another punch, loud and clear came from the phone; she knew she was answering that phone, that evil, powered off phone. The grizzly voice on the other end, the cough that was more of a death rattle only much louder, was no stranger. So she stuck to her rules: First fill her throat and mouth with the alcoholic beverage at hand, then swallow or gulp, and lastly wait for the ease the burn would bring; then and only then would she receive her caller.

     “Fucker”, her way of a hello. “Oh, I didn’t fuck her or the other two,. Good suggestion though. I will keep it under my hat for the next group of pretty young things in need of a good hatch job.” “Hatch job?  Don’t you mean skinning!  What do you need revenge I will help you get it. Justice I will help you take out your own, but on the one deserving of it. Body count 13, Psycho-fuck, that’s you, zip.  You got nothing but your sick memories to jerk off to. You can bet your dick, I am going to find you."

trouble bubbles

Trouble Bubbles,

Bubbles of Trouble

First there is one,

Then they double

Soon you trip, 

Stumble and fumble

Bubbles of Trouble, 

Trouble Bubbles.

****C.C. Rocker****: Sins of a Modern Wife

****C.C. Rocker****: Sins of a Modern Wife: To lay your head down, Night after night, in wonder- Did you check his phone, his texts ? His facebook, his ex? Where does that man go, ...

****C.C. Rocker****: WORDS,WORDS,WORDS

****C.C. Rocker****: WORDS,WORDS,WORDS: SO MANY WORDS SPINNING THROUGH MY MIND, WORDS OF THOUGHT, ENTWINED AND UN-BROKEN. LOVING AND GENTLE, CRUEL AND UNKIND, THOUGHTS TURN TO ...

WORDS,WORDS,WORDS

SO MANY WORDS SPINNING THROUGH MY MIND,
WORDS OF THOUGHT, ENTWINED AND UN-BROKEN.
LOVING AND GENTLE, CRUEL AND UNKIND,
THOUGHTS TURN TO WORDS, NEVER TO BE SPOKEN.
WORDS DELIGHTFUL, TWIRL LING, AND COVERED IN LACE,
SACRED TIDINGS, A  BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET.
WORDS STUCK IN THOUGHT,SQUANDERED, AND LOST TO SPACE.
ONLY TO WROUGHT IN MY UN-WRITTEN DECAY.

****C.C. Rocker****: Little Lost Lilly Pad

****C.C. Rocker****: Little Lost Lilly Pad

I Love Living in the City

Pop,pop,pop,
could be gunshots.
Maybe a wife finally fed up-
or fireworks covering the sky 
in multi colored dots for you and I.
I hear the Tigers zooming around,
and the helicopter taking it's view on the town.
In the City there is always something going down.
Chances are it's another misguided clown.
Why is it always the clowns, big clowns, skinny clowns, blue clowns,
red clowns, black,white,yellow, brown clown, clowns, clowns.
what a site...
Humanity the Circus of Night.

Sins of a Modern Wife

To lay your head down,
Night after night, in wonder-
Did you check his phone, his texts ?
His facebook, his ex?
Where does that man go, when your not looking? To work?
maybe not- His dick in knot, at the corner Bar-
fucked but not caught.
That pay check you see, it's all a ruse-
as are the years spent,alone in your truce.
Your insecurity is a movie,made by perspective-
made of hopes and dreams, all lost , you defective.
Could have had it made, made in the shade.
But it's bright lights and fame, that's made you this way,
Your not what you seem, you seem what your not.
Just a dirty penny stuck in a slot-
You the bad cop, question his intention.
Now what to do with this man, your invention.
Dinner at six, your laid by ten-
Suspitions arise, and the torment begins.
You never sleep, with your need of men,
It's always been you , you the hoarder of sins.

Love To Death

My love could wish you away-
Like a ghoulish dog on meth.
A whore on a stool, She can sit that way,
I need you, I Love you to death.
Like a murder scene, rotting, no one can see-
You are dead, my love, red on my dress .
A serial killer, my love's dirty deed,
Now I'm all alone, my soul is a mess.
I cry, I scream, come back, come back-
A kiss a touch I deserve that much.
My heart is on fire, emotions turned black,
Your heart's in my clutch.
I meant no harm, I just Love You to Death.

Little Lost Lilly Pad

He trusts me with His Life-
Lyrics of pain floating though air.
Yet distrusts My truths, denies my strife-
With a skillet He cuts, couldn't find a knife.
Tea Parties and song-
Dancing to memories,far long gone.
Then in rhyme He beats, You don't belong,
With loyalty and love my heart wails on.
Demons come and Demons Go-
Demons shake and make your soul quake.
But there was one there, not down below.
Stories of woe, repeated for His sake.
Honesty,loyalty, and insanity roll-
I beg and plead hear my word and be told.
His mind is closed, and I don't have the toll.
What was will never be, friends of old.
Sad hearts of empathy-
I hold on like a lost mother.
You hold no sympathy,
Not for sister nor brother.
Time is quiet now-
The calm allowed in.
I nod my head and bow,
Lord, heal me as my love grows thin.
I worry now-
as I worried then.
Your life is what matters,
Who's cared and How.

C.C. Rocker
DAM

Waiting for Shit

With Red Lips.
She Sits.
She Waits. 
Other Women Compromise.
She Never Hesitates.
Why Settles For Less.
She Closes Her Eyes.
They Come.
They Go.
They Never Stay.
She'd Push Them Away.

Her Tainted Heart.

Her Personal Ghetto.

Won't Be Treated As Shit.
A Mangled Mess.
A Tortured Soul.
Oh Fuck Her For Sure.
 Just Don't Commit.
Sweaty And Limp.
Success And Goal.
No Excuse Needed.
She's Memorized It.
Now Her Hair Is A Mess.
Clothes In A  Pile.
Horror In The Mirror. 
Seed On Her Skin.
Everything's Much Clearer.
See's Herself Smile.
Eyes Of Grotesque Insanity.
They Will Never Win.
For The Love Of Humanity.

Kicking Rocks of Thought

Tossing my Mind down the Street-
Loosing all thoughts in this empty space.
One Tall glass of ice cold Meat-
Another lost soul loosing the Race.

I see the Sky, I see the Ground-
I can see the Forest through the Trees.
Looking for a Life, not to be found-
Searching for a Me that still believes.

Poems reaking of love-
Of joy to come.
In Search of an Idol I look above-
Begging in vain," I want some'.

Mother's Fire

A Mother's Fire

Kicking Her heart, down the Street-
Walking in time,
Keeping the Beat.
Screaming the Rhymers, Rhyme.
Her Soul's on Fire-
Her Beauty a Flame.
With the Head of a Liar,
He kills as He Mames.
Stuffing her Pain-
With nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain.
Her life a joke, it's all a ruse.
Her love under lock-
Her need is the Key,
She watches the Clock,
Knowing the Babies will see.
A Mother needs her Children-
Her children long for their Mother.
Damn the devil's Cauldron,
Her love is like no other.
A Mother's Sword-
A sharpened Blade.
Her Sheild cast by the Lord,
A Soldier is made.
Licking Her wounds-
She Fights the Fight,
With Children in Arms,
By the Mornings Light.

Just Remain Seated

JUST REMAIN SEATED-- 

THIS WON'T BE REPEATED--

SAVAGE HEARTS KNOW--

NO PAIN--

MAKE A MARK --

LEAVE A STAIN--

HOLD YOUR SOUL WHEN EMOTIONS ROLL--

THEY'LL PULL YOU UP--

TWIST YOU AROUND--

LIKE A TORNADO THEY'LL THROW YOU DOWN--

JUST REMAIN SEATED--

THAT'S WHAT THE PRIEST SAID--

AND HE KNOWS WHAT YOU NEED--

A BOTTLE OF BOOZE--

AND ONE MORE MED--

CAN YOU GET OUT OF BED?--

JUST REMAIN SEATED--

PICK A PEW IF YOU WOULD--

OH NO, THAT'S FOR THE FAITHFUL--

YOU MUST SIT WITH THE HATEFUL--

YOU KNOW THEM AND THEY YOU--

LEAVE YOUR GUN AT THE DOOR AND CRY NO MORE--

JUST REMAIN SEATED--

THE MAIN MAN IS HERE--

YOU JUST CAN'T SEE HIM--

THERE'S TO MUCH FEAR--

HE'S LOOKING AT YOU --

CRAWL UNDER THAT PEW--

I JUST REMAIN SEATED--

THERE IN THAT PEW--

HE SEES ME NOW--

LIKE HE ALWAYS KNEW--

KNEW MY FEAR--

KNEW MY HATE--

WITH EYES OF LIGHT --

HE DOES'NT HESITATE--

HE TOUCHES MY HAND--

AND I UNDERSTAND.                                                   C.C.ROCKER           

BLOG- What Does it MEAN!

Blog
What does it mean?
Bullshit lines of goo?
About how I fell for the likes of you.
Bullshit love of gone.
Lesson learned
but the ghost lingers on.
Some people should come with warning tags.
I need a tag,"Handle with Care"
My heart sags,
with 
Belief Love Overcomes goo.
Just as long as its' not you.

-C.C. Rocker