Roses That Sting

I don't hear anything

From the dead

Could their love be over?

Destroyed and done

Could they be cold

In their heart?

And rejecting

In their spirit

Why wailing over 

The outside world

When it's inside

That makes it bliss

Hail the youth

For their whorish love

They are not heavenly

Wedding material

But only roses that sting

For a short time

Before falling down 

Aged and worn out

I'm waiting for the sign

Of a new world to come

Not a dark illusion

Of everlasting life

Needle my coffin

Before it happens

And get in yours

Forever and ever

© GdJ

Cosmic Justice

There is a cosmic justice

Deep inside our brains

In the atoms of the planet

And even in cellophane

A right and wrong

Rooted in our nature

Our acts of belief

And spiritual features

They say somewhere

There's a kingdom

A word's sphere

Of perpetual fun

Where your ectoplasmic rights

Are based on stuff

Like the weight of your soul

Which is trueness of love

So let's all celebrate

The high priests of the world

That the sun will wait 

To burn our sort

Our hearts will crunch

Under extreme heat

But our spirits will not

Undergo defeat

© GdJ