The Ghost in the Whiskey Bottle
Whiskey Sours
Isn’t your lower lip dour?
The Whiskey power
Sour no more
Have you heard the back lore?
Stumbling I cower
Slowly
crumbling you rise back don’t you feel like a flower?
Beautiful coward.
By: Brittany Groat
Paper Shell
Mr. Economics man
Don’t you think the fake bill
You spill is fucked
The green sheen on your small spleen
Shows through your paper thin skin.
No wonder why you talk so careful
You know if we saw through
You we’d rip you as easy as that
Paper
You tout like it’s our spout to
Nurse on like mothers milk.
By: Brittany Groat
A Light in the Dark
A light in the dark,
A revelation in thou heart
With a realization of the Cruelty,
A damaged heart,
With a sense in compassion,
A light in the dark,
Without heart, that now spirit walks
Without light, though mists of reconciliation
A light in the dark,
Without revelation,
Without realization
A light in the dark,
A damaged heart
With a realization
Controlled by a revelation,
Only in redemption,
Can a spirit form a realization?
Only after a light in the dark
With a form of confession
With reconciliation from a ecclesiastic,
Who gave the key to revelation?
A path to realization,
The source of redemption
And the essence of reconciliation
To establish a light in the dark
By: Steven Beason
