Magical Poetry

Magical Poetry
Micheal Ace

Wednesday, 28 September 2016


Close your eyes
For these mysteries don’t belong here
Look deep into the darkness
There is a poor girl
Do whatever she tells you
Then you shall find death in her eyes
In her mouth
In her arms
In the silence she calls night
And in the dirt on the rags she wear
Close the doors when you sleep
But leave your nostrils wide
For when death comes
It shall come through you like air
And leave like worms in your ears
It shall come like a woman and open her legs wide
So you can return home
In peace
In pleasure
And in the beautiful dramas you see
The best way to die
Is to go through the darkness
And the poor girl in there
But the worst way to die
Is to go through the legs of a woman
And the pleasures in there
Because heaven belongs to those who weep
Those who find sorrows in these fears
Those who dream
And those who sail home in their tears
Micheal Ace

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