Skipping bureaucracy

Skipping bureaucracy

The devil dressed in the skin of a man,
I am sure,
he was born to drive me insane.
I demand without hesitation:
” Sign the papers for divorce!”.
” Baby, we don’t wear wedding rings”,
says he, with fake remorse.
Even better,
I will skip bureaucracy today
and tell him in a very simple English:
” Go to hell!”.

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Akshay Kumar sword fight with Kareena, image courtesy India-Forums

© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Spartacus

God on the arena

I’m only a slave in the crowd of the arena,
another mortal creature watching you fight.

I follow the shadow of dead on your skin,
the anger upon your divine face,
the sword creeping in a dangerous dance,
but I won’t let a tear out,
like every scared soul on the tribune.

God on the arena,
I will have faith in you when the blood rains on the sand,
when the blades kill with glowing spikes.
I won’t close my eyes in prayer
when the sun reflects on your shield.

Instead,
I will rise to greet the final combat,
knowing you will come a victor and
I will be the one to offer you a honey wine,
a kiss that will erase the trace of blood,
the wounds from knives and enemies.

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"Spartacus" by ladarkfemme on deviantart.com

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