Porcelin Divinity and other musings

Porcelin Divinity

Poem by JD Glasscock

a girl raised on gypsy dreams -- in the shadows of make believe.....where everything is a fulcrum of need....and in her youth she traipsed upon could bes and hope bottled in oval glass spreading it's possibilities in grains of sand....and years etched themselves upon bones of pervasive time and little girl skirt moments of innocent frivolity drifting into slow hip dances in the proclivity of provocative aspirants of love's doting rememberence....oh yes -- she started noticing the eyes of boys flirting with the curves expounding upon the growth of her road....

She was taught in ingrained spins of loom by a mom who found wisdom in the bottom of bottles and tv's streaming poster boards of want and picture perfect spreading of limbs....in the fervant inhaling of chained smokes upon the creasing of wrinkles....in the absent silhouettes where fathers should of placed the love of daddy beliefs in the strength of promise....

"Find solidity and knowledge and security of tomorrow's cobbled steps in the lust draped upon our hips" her momma droned out with head suspended over sweet toilet regurgitations of late night revelry....".take all you can from their limp dicked stroking of ego" --- she spit upon cracked marble....taking breaths between vomit to pull trails off stubbed ciggs......."it is not intellect that will garner you upper swings in your avenues of gyspy dreams but beauty and a certain amount of cleverness"......

The girl smiled the sweet smile of burgeoning youth as she nodded to the matron of her everything --practicing the swaying of hips and the pursing of lips in the mirror purching a drop step above her momma's sprawled remaniscance...

Her youth spun itself to club days and mastered sways of long legs.....her voluptios pirrouettes of long flowing skirts now tempered by clever coin spins of tilled out furrows in lessons carved upon her thighs....upon her heaving sighs and the now gone shade of her momma's loving ways --- parked in a road side grave......

She had jewels tittering foul humour upon the back step of her sliding tongue -- men in lines wrapping corners in the batting of her eyes to their ardent want.......clever is the lever in which she lifted green bills and aspirations from their bucking need......promotional campaigns now replacing the fabric of her philisophical seeds......breasts slick with the sweat of accomplishment -- eyes now the glazed daze of empty promises and daddy blues and an aversion of truth.....but she had everything -- wanted for nothing -- red carpets the streets her feet left imprints upon -- flashing lights all bright upon the pursing of her practiced lips....upon the dip of her cleavage just so.....upon all the grades she made upon the dropping jaws left in her wake......fancy cars and upscale bars and the dizzying heights of stars braiding their limp dick egos into the length of her moon spun hair.....she had everything --- everything and nothing.....somewhere between something and the nuetral tones of anything....but hope and smiles pitted with the depth of ages were bargaining chips she had long ago pawned.......oval glass now shattered into sand flakes she flipped at homeless progenies of failed tv flicks of lessons wasted....

And yet as time is wont to do it flipped pages faster then the drifting of sleep upon heady brows and she found her hand tilting more and more...bottles empty against the fabric of belief....found scorched flames in the inhaling of tombs in the characature of tobacco rolled in visionary copulation...noticed her cleavage dipping lower then it used to-- wrinkles where was once smooth skin......skirts tighter over bulging waist....less want and more desperation.......

Then her belly swelled after long nights of lingering sweat and fading misplaced faces......and a blur of limbs and memory........found empty sillouettes where daddys should be paying rent......and she as clocks wound the passing of moments looked upon the eyes of a girl holding innocence and hope and the wanting of more..

She spat upon the floor at her daughter's knees between slugs of liquor and drags of smoke......."let me tell you about gypsy dreams and make believe and flowing skirts and the way the wind blows and promotional campaigns......(a long hard look)...."let me tell you about everything"......she paused as her blood and bone in a little girl's adoration blinked with haunted gaze counting breaths between death waiting for her to throw up over porcelin divinity.....

There’s a Dark Road on the Horizon & Hope still Sends Dreams

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

Lord, I’ve traveled the dark road

With only candlelight to show me the way

Lord, I’ve traveled the dark road

& it’s raining harder every day

(Chorus)

Time & memories move on & things change

Suns falling to feet walking

Tastes forgotten in the mud

I’ve journeyed through cities lifeless & empty

Deserts dealing death like a seven card shuffle

I’ve met crazed men & crazier women

Children in a hunger struggle

(Repeat Chorus)

I’ve stood in churches that used to dazzle gold

Under a brilliant sun,

But now they stand rotting and corrupted,

Shadows of a half-moon,

Paradise has fallen

So Lord I say this from humble knees

Your children’s spirit’s dying

Our crimes are growing

Our heroes are crying

And the news is being spread

About cruelty, tyranny &

Sinful ecstasy

Innocence no longer has a face

“Cause we got bigotry, hit the tree,

down right sodomy

and love is losing the race

(Repeat Chorus)

But in the deepest deep of my heart

I know the light I see

Is you sending a message

Saying hope still sends dreams

I wanna believe it

Hope still sends dreams

I do believe it

Hope still sends dreams

Let’s all believe it

Hope still sends dreams

Acid Love

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

She does her loving with a lot of hip thrusting....

get's jiggy on a south side swell....

slips and slides on a bucking bronco groove....

then she slams on her jack hammer move....

She's just a love burned bellied up acid freak....

just a love burned bellied up..........freak....

She's just a love burned bellied up acid freak....

just a love burned bellied up.....freak....

She does her loving with a lot of hip thrusting....

get's jiggy on a south side swell....

slips and slides on a bucking bronco groove....

then she slams on her jack hammer move....

She's just a love burned bellied up acid freak....

just a love burned bellied up.....freak....

She's just a love burned bellied up acid freak....

just a love burned bellied up.....freak....

And when she's done....

she sleeps to dream....

so don't wake her up....

or she'll mother fucking scream....

don't cuddle, don't touch....

don't even fucking breathe....

cause she's jiving on a drive to a funky lullaby....

She's just a love burned bellied up acid freak....

just a love burned bellied up....freak....

She's just a love burned bellied up acid freak....

just a love burned bellied up......freak....