COVID vaccinations Part 2

You can still catch COVID-19 fully vaccinated.

Condoms are not 100% effective and neither is your vaccination. 👀

You can still get sick (or others).

So what does this mean?

It means Biden has a 15 year plan laid out for this pandemic and they’re now speaking of booster shots annually.

It means you still need to wear your mask, wash your hands and practice social distancing by keeping 6 feet.

Even vaccinated. 👀

Because we are now living in the New World order.

And since 1984 is now – and many are trying to silence me from reminding you of this blatant fact – I’m gonna put it on a tee.

You can still get sick vaccinated.

They are already talking of booster COVID shots for next year. 👀

(And did anybody notice how they quietly removed the Johnson and Johnson one shot vaccine temporarily because it was causing blood clots but it’s now back in circulation).

I already have heart issues, my BP dropped extremely low getting MODERNA dose 1 (so maybe a slight miracle I wasn’t offered the J&J, and the government likely wanted the MODERNA vaccines for the Soldiers, because it offers a 94% effective rate against COVID (but not the rapidly evolving strains), and let’s face it, a Soldier is a DOLLAR sign. We are only numbers. And many of us have unplugged and have come to learn this fact and they’re dying by suicide which is why the suicide rate continues to increase among veterans and active military). The government are building super soldiers and they spend a lot of money training us, that’s why they don’t want us to fucking die. They only care about stats and numbers! The J&J vaccine offers an 80% effective rate from COVID. MODERNA 94%. And I haven’t studied the other vaccines emerging. But I’m definitely glad I didn’t get the Johnson and Johnson one if it’s causing fucking blood clots and I already have heart issues!

Now I’ve just received my second shot, which I’m told is worse than the first vaccine (but you don’t need to take my word for it, it’s listed on the CDC website).

So here we go.

Dose 2 complete and now they are talking of booster shots for next year. 👀

This pandemic was manmade.

It’s clear to me.

Scientists playing God.

Narcissism ruining the world.

With just 1 move the NWO:

1. Put a lid on the “anti vacciner” by implementing a manmade pandemic encouraging (rather than enforcing) people to get vaccinated.

They do this by giving you incentive like, “fully vaccinated people can get a free donut at Krispy Kreme by showing their vaccination record”

Advertising about how cool it is to be vaccinated and to get vaccinated (even though you can still get sick and you need to wear your mask but they leave this out of the video don’t they).

Giving you the option to be vaccinated makes you feel like you have control over the situation but it’s just gaslighting, it’s just more smallpox on blankets to Indians (and I am part Native American Indian and my bloodline was almost wiped out so my fears are legit).

Eventually it will be enforced.

Through “no entry unless fully vaccinated” mandates. I imagine this will be for all public transportation, schools, hospitals, and government buildings.

2. Population control

The NWO want every animal (including you and me) tagged.

You are given a number at birth.

They call it “security” but I’m told when I’m at age to need it there won’t be any fucking funds.

“Social Security is under threat“, remember?

Was anybody actually paying attention to Obama anytime the words “New World Order” came out of his mouth? Because there’s video everywhere of him talking about it, along with all our world leaders.

It’s not every now and then they mention it, it’s all the time, during live conferences!

It’s not a conspiracy theory!

And just because something is a conspiracy doesn’t mean it’s not true!

Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m not being followed!!!

You can still get sick even vaccinated!!!

Jim Morrison was acutely aware of the illuminati so was Michael Jackson so was Tupac so was John Lennon.

Knock knock

You are a slave, Neo.

I almost got arrested today because some lady didn’t wanna hear that she could still get sick even vaccinated but the other people around me did want to hear it so I almost got arrested for them to hear it.

I also yelled at the cop for getting in my face and not giving me 6 feet and respecting my personal space!

Then more cops rolled in.

1984 is now y’all.

Go ahead and fucking crucify me, you’re not going to silence me!!!

Welp, BIG BRO actually is working towards silencing many of us. Fairly certain Trump isn’t the only one who can be banned from the Internet.

And we can thank Bush with his “Signing Statements” for that because we’ve moved into a Hitler state!!!

I’m aware that this post is very political and many may not be able to keep up with the particular topics that are involved but I am a soldier, this is what I do, this is me, it’s part of who I am and will always be.

The key thing you need to take from all of this is, you can still get sick even vaccinated! Stay woke!

And that one lady was the only bad Apple that didn’t want to hear what I had to say, everybody else was thanking me because I potentially saved their life or someone else’s because they had the same mentality going forward that I did that you were going to be invincible once you were fucking vaccinated – free donuts and it’s cool getting vaccinated, you know!!

It’s hip, it’s cool man. It’s a hippie dippy cool thing to be vaccinated!

But you can still get sick! 👀

And booster shots annually.

Big Pharma got the money back they lost from the anti-vacciners and the weed smokers!

FrownGarden

Chris, I’m trying to understand why you left us.

Did you know when you were singing that night to the crowd that it would be your last time?

Or did something at home trigger you?

Did you know you were going to end your life after your sold out show?

Did you know you were going to wrap a belt around your throat and hang yourself in the hotel bathroom?

That’s the exact moment you were notifying your wife Vicky, through tapping the on/off button on an app that turned your bedroom lights on and off from anywhere in the world.

Were you hoping to be saved?

Or were you telling your wife goodbye?

That’s how she knew something was wrong, the lights were turning on and off in your bedroom – but you were in Detroit in a hotel after a sold out show. She was at your home in California.

Were you speaking in code?

Did you know that would be your final performance?

You were the leader of the alternative scene.

I lost my best friend to suicide in 1993 and Soundgarden was her favorite band and now you’re gone to suicide as well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?

I’ve been suffering from depression all my fucking life.

I’m exhausted.

I’m tired of fighting to stay in a world I don’t belong in.

I’ve been lying to myself all my life saying it’s going to get easier, things are going to get better, things are going to change, everything is going to be all right, but I’ve been gaslighting myself.

The world is getting worse.

I’ve cried so long because I wanted to belong to somebody or somewhere or to feel wanted and loved. I’ve never even had fucking parents. I had abusers.

Y’all don’t understand.

The soulless narcissist will never understand.

Vapid.

I might as well go hang myself in a hotel fucking bathroom only I’ve got about as much money as Edgar Allan Poe did when he died on the fucking street broke and naked.

👀

That tattoo on my rib cage are words Edgar Allan Poe wrote for his wife when she died. I got Edgar in my bone.

Feeling emo.

I was hoping to find love before I die but now I’m just hoping for a box for my bones.

But I can’t even afford gas for my vehicle. 👀

Depression awareness

Inquiring minds want to know!

So, Twitter banned me from doing several actions for three days but yesterday I was allowed back and I started a peeing poll right away. Yes, you heard correctly. I needed to lighten the load from politics and pandemics to peeing. Sometimes I’m not online because I’m not allowed to be. LOL LOL I’m not little miss perfect after all… 😂

I am a writer so of course I tried to make the poll interesting! And the votes coming in are amusing! So what say you, is peeing in the shower cool or not? Inquiring minds want to know…

Check out the poll and cast your anonymous vote! You know you wanna!! 👍👍 https://twitter.com/PoeEternal/status/1288134918925688838?s=09

This is likely the most important vote of 2020… 😂

There’s still a few days left to get to your vote in!! Over 40 votes have rolled in so far! 😊

Votes on Twitter are completely anonymous but if you want to drop me a comment below and let me know your thoughts we can start a discussion!

If you found the Twitter poll funny hit the like button please! On Twitter or my blog!

Thanks for playing!! Have some fun!

Do you pee in the shower?

If you dig my stuffs, I’ve got even more stuffs, exclusive stuffs, on my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal

Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal

I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal


Angel

A fallen angel is just human
In ruin
Falling for you
The way lovers do
I’m human too
Forgetting from where I came
My creed your name


© Delia Ross. 2020


My creed your name

I’m getting ready to go on some sort of two week social media detox. I’ll be working on content for my campaign and patrons still. But elsewhere I’m gonna attempt radio silence.

No Filter Monday (go with me here)

I woke up like dis! No filter Monday (go with me here, in isolation, all the days are the same). I know, I’m always a day late and a dollar short. It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these and I normally do them on Instagram but Instagram wants to zoom the photos so I decided I’m going to do it on my blog today. No filter, no fancy lighting, no special camera tricks, no makeup, no plastic, no dye, no unique location, no cool clothing, not even coffee. Alas, just me early in the mornings and my eyes are still sleepy as I type this. Just plain and boring me. Freckles and hazel eyes, as I was born eons ago. And believe me it was eons ago. Decades upon decades. Oh, I feel a poem coming. Anyhoo. To be fair, many people have tried to change me over the years by pushing plastic on me (I still refuse to have any plastic on me because I like to feel my surroundings, therefore plastic surgery or fake nails, fake eyelashes, or any other fake stuff will never be part of my existence, sorry not sorry). I still get complaints of today that I don’t wax my eyebrows or get fake tans so I look like the color orange. I tried fake nails once for 2 weeks and I couldn’t feel a thing I touched and my fingernails themselves couldn’t breathe, gross. Plastic limits your sensories. There’s a disconnect from your soul. And there’s actually a movement that’s forming where women are getting their breast implants removed so that they can feel good again because they’re lethargic all the time and they can’t feel their surroundings. And dudes wonder why they can’t make their girl cum. Maybe if you stop pushing them to be fake they could feel things again. I don’t expect this to be a popular opinion but I’ve literally had guys tell me that they don’t like my boobs because they’re not fake. How dare you. Like, I’m a real individual. Don’t fucking diss me because I don’t live up to your standards of what real should be. You should never body shame a woman because they choose to not have their body parts cut off and removed. Like, I even breastfed my child an entire year. How dare you. Stop peer pressuring women into getting plastic surgery and body shaming them. How dare you. I’ve actually had to push through a lot of traumas because of people body shaming me for being real. How dare you. Anyway, it hasn’t been easy but alas I am 41 years old and still 100% natural. And being unmarried is a choice. A CHOICE. I am a fiercely strong and fiery independent woman. Hear me roar. Ahem, so now that I got that off my chest, I kinda feel better. Isn’t that kinda the entire purpose for writing? And I know some of my opinions aren’t popular but I’m not going to silence my voice any longer. But also, if I don’t learn to love myself I’m going to always be chasing after people who don’t love me as well. That ends today. So when you see me liking my own post or commenting to myself, it’s called self-love and you should try it.

P.S. I am in no way a vain person. And if body morphing is your thing cool, I support you. It’s your body. I just don’t feel like men/women/society should peer pressure women into doing it which has been my experience and it’s happened so many times and I’ve even had women complain that I don’t have a tan or my eyebrows waxed etc… the only modifications that I have and will likely get more of are tattoos and piercings. I gave up dying my hair as a resolution this year and so far I’ve stuck to it but I’m definitely not going to apologize that my hair color kind of looks faded. It’s also in its growing out phase. I took a razor to the side of my head last year, so I still have a good portion of my head with maybe 3 or 4 inches grown in. My hair is a mess. 😃

I currently weigh in at 120 lb at height 5’6″ and tiny Cinderella feet…

P.S.S. I’m getting ready to kick off an intense workout routine cuz I wanna cosplay and look gooddddd. I still need to tone up. I lost over 60 pounds (my last relationship was a nightmare and by the time I went no contact I weighed in at over 176 lb). If you are dating a narcissist go no contact and never look back. I did. And he still spies on me. Hoping he gets the *cough cough* I’m not even going to say it out loud cuz I don’t want that kind of karma on me but you know what I want to say… 😂

P.S.S. it takes a lot of courage to be yourself these days. 👍


© Delia Ross. 2020

If you dig my writing, you can support my advertisement free blog by subscribing to my Patreon here (please & thank you): https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal

Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal

I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal

Real Life War Stories on Tuners Radio

Hi y’all. For the first time ever I’m starting to share War Stories on my Tuners radio channel and the thread got a reply from Alexander Ebert!!! This might be the first time I’ve ever heard a guy say they want to hear my poetry, and it’s coming from my muse, stop the fucking press! 🤓 I was actually worried that it would be boring and a waste of time to share war stories, and maybe not the right time even but then I got a response from Alex and his reply is just amazing! I’ll have to scramble up my war poems but now I’m inspired to write an even better one. Talking about war is not something I normally do, but I’m starting to open up and share more on my Tuners so be sure you follow and tune in! It’s free to listen and use (you can even use it anonymously). I hope you give it a listen!

Sharing war stories of OEF/OIF on Tuners Radio, listen free here

Direct link: https://tuners.io/tracks/14006

Direct link to the thread: https://tuners.io/tracks/14006

Direct link to Alex’s reply: https://tuners.io/tracks/14010


Some music by Alex I dig: https://youtu.be/DHEOF_rcND8

https://youtu.be/_62hfITLlU0

https://youtu.be/rgesBcZe5Y0

Alex is like one of the most incredible beings to walk planet Earth so his reply is, to me, a big deal. Hunt the good stuff. ✌️

Another goodie by Alexander: https://youtu.be/LUnXgucl748

God’s Painting You

God’s drawing a painting and it’s you before my eyes

He brushes strokes of genius when he put gems as your eyes

Your lips are painted like crimson roses and blue are your skies

He paints your smile as if a cloud for an angel to reside

Your height reaches the steps to heaven and your feet are the guide

Hands created from a marble mountain to lift others to rise

Your body an instrument of love and truth is by your side

He painted you the voice of reason, like a tree of life, so wise

I crawl upon your teachings like a grape upon a vine

© Delia Ross. 2019


Okay, initially I freestyle wrote this as a non-rhyme, but then tweeked it into a rhyme because he’s worth it. I really couldn’t get around the double word in the first 2 lines, so they remained untouched and as is. They were the basis for the entire poem. He’s my muse so he is a prompt. Like, just the mere sight of him. But then you should listen to the things he will say, or how his body will move. And I’ve lived all over the world, seen all kinds of boys, but none like him. He’s a miracle. Anyhoo, it’s just a poem, don’t freak out, I’m just writing what I see. He’s a lighthouse in the dark. I wanna focus on the light. It’s now after 4 AM. Another “after midnight poetry series”, I should make that a thing.


If you like my writing, please consider subscribing to my new Patreon here (please & thank you): https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal

Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal/

I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal

Listen to me free on my radio channel at Tuners Radiohere: https://tuners.io/users/POEETERNAL

Faith

The crest on my chest
It means faithfulness
Loyalty cannot be bought
But it is hard fought

I loved you whole didn’t I
So why the blood no matter how I try
I am stuck at your crossroads
In pieces and fragmented shadows

Over and over I go over this lesson
But no answers tell where the pain will lessen
Just as I’m stable you throw another grenade
I’ve been wounded in ways you can’t hurt with a blade

Lost may you be but I love you the same
Hate is your hand but love is my aim
Stuck in quicksand and on a frozen route
Clouds of confusion but still love you devout

© Delia Ross. 2019

I suppose it’s more than a name, more than a code of honor, more than a tattoo…

Loyalty and faithfulness, it doesn’t really mean anything this day and age…
I live in the minority… (but Faith is my middle name)
There was a time long ago when a name meant something…
Loyalty is about as rare as my smile…
How many more stones are you going to toss at me?
Dead again…

Grey

She is cut from a different cloth…

It’s like she can see through his masks to read his thoughts
It’s like she can cut through sin at any cost
It’s like knowledge of her reminds you of all that you lost
It’s like you punish her even though it is always your fault

It’s like she’s sorry she didn’t mean to see through these doors
It’s like she tried to move on but she’s stuck on these floors
It’s like she’s picking up pieces and bandaging sores
It’s like she’s fighting for peace when you only want wars

It’s like the light goes in and comes out in a different way
It’s like a prism of color wrapped in the words you say
It’s like I’ve waited forever so what is another day
It’s like it may be raining but my hearts no longer grey

© Delia Ross. 2019

Yeps, still love you *sigh*

No matter how you see me, I am what I am (Selfie digiart)
(Selfie digiart)
(Selfie digiart)

I dropped spoken word of this on my Tuners account the other day…

Silhouette

He is a masterpiece
My eyes do not deceive
In silhouette of starlight
He gets the best of me

A silver crescent moon above in his sky
Under careful watch of his truthful eye
He gives me courage so I have wings to fly
My heart will gladly testify

There’s never poison in the bait
Or written words that adulate
The path is narrow but always straight
His love leads me to his holy gate (a place I never ache)

© Delia Ross. 2019

Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me)
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me)
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me)
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me)
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me)

I don’t know how your holiday went but I focused on growth and light.

Made For You

I’ve kissed lips that tasted of kings
I’ve slept in halls where angels sing
I’ve ridden sorrow through hells domain
But in my heart is where he remains

In an outpour I bleed out the worst
I expell the poison and simmer the curse
If time were a remedy, I’d drink until full
If his heart were a string, I’d give it a pull

Kings and queens and other things too
Honey, they won’t replace my love of you
Diamonds and roses and even poetry
You may have a million girls but they ain’t me

I’ve been through the pain and through the waste
I’ve tried them all they ain’t my taste
You are stubborn and you know it’s true
The universe says I was made for you

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’m hopping on Patreon if you’d like to support my artistic endeavors! 🙏 https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal

Kinky vampy bitch inside

First off let me just say, I am a kinky bitch. I am in no way ashamed of my body, even though for many years many people tried to make me feel bad for being petite and for not being made of plastic. You see, I may not have fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake nails, fake tits, fake tans, or fake personalities, etc, because I actually like to feel and sense my surroundings. I want to feel the things I’m touching and the things that are touching me and plastic is a barrier. And so, what you see is what you get. I shouldn’t have to remove my panties to find a good lover. Everyone is so desensitized these days, but not me. Even that plastic vibrator you’re using is keeping you disconnected and from real connection. I’ve traveled the world, I could have bought breast many times over, but I love myself too much to fall for society’s standards. I’m not a slut and I’m not asking you for money but generally girls who remove their panties are in fact asking you for money one way or the other. Whether it be a print or a book collaboration. So I am kinky, I am a vampire, I like kinky sex but I’m very private about my sexual life. I never said the blogger was fucking everyone, I said she’s fucking one person. And living in Alaska doesn’t rule you out of fucking sex.

Stop judging me by the covers I refuse to take off and start seeing me for my actual worth. I am not close-minded. But she is a sex worker, stop fucking being blinded by the shades and wording she is using. I DON’T LIKE HER AND HE SHOULDN’T BE WITH HER. BAD INFLUENCE.

I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE

I SAID I KNOW, HE KNOWS, I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE

https://m.soundcloud.com/shaylasparxxx/explicit-erotic-audio-spanking-session

Trust and you’ll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool
Lust and so what if you’re busted?
In love and war there ain’t no rules

Do you believe in forever?
I don’t even believe in tomorrow
The only things that last forever
Are memories and sorrow

Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I’m sorry, but I am unable

You went to L’amour Saturday night
Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight
His tongue down your throat
His hand up your skirt
Yeah I’m a man
But it still hurts

Slut
Whore
Cunt

I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)

You had cock on your mind
And cum on your breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where there’s a womb there’s a way
With you it’s for free

Slut
Whore
Cunt

I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)

Done it before
Time after time
Refused to learn your lesson
Gave ’til it hurt
Thought it was right
Only fools make mistakes twice

So you sit home
Drinking alone
Empty bottle in your hand
Don’t even try
To sort out the lies
It’s worse to try to understand

You make me hate myself

I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)

I SAID I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE

LYRICS AND SONG BY TYPE O NEGATIVE

SHE’S A FUCKING LYING CUNT

OOPS (Blog boo boos again)

I am inadvertently unfollowing accounts that I don’t want to unfollow when I’m trying to unfollow multiple accounts that I do not interact with or whom do not interact with me. When I first opened up my account, I was following any Tom, Dick and Harry, or suggestions recommended to me and I’m trying to clean up my feed so I can interact with the people I DO want to interact with more. I suffered a brain injury while in the Army, so when I accidentally unfollow accounts, I can’t always remember your Blog name, and most of you do not have your actual blog link in your Gravatar profile and so I can’t find you. Sometimes I’m aware of the mistake right away and sometimes I don’t realize it until days later when I’m like ‘why the fuck aren’t you posting and in my feed’. Then I have to go on a hunt to find a post where you commented or something. I still have around 300 accounts I need to unfollow so these boo-boos might happen again.

Please don’t let me go days without you, if you’ve noticed I’ve unfollowed you and it doesn’t seem normal can you at least shoot me a comment or something? Just say “hey, did you mean to unfollow” or something and I’ll correct it right away! If I unfollowed you and you have any kind of negative reaction about it, please message me, because it was more than likely a mistake. And it’s already happened a few times to accounts I didn’t want to unfollow. And so all that lingering confusion and doubt was festering. Just shoot me a message or comment! Uh oh’s happen, I come with mistakes.

Nosferatu (selfie)

Destination: Love

He is part of a world I wish I was in
The story is open, the pages are thin
Love is where I’m going but it’s never where I’ve been
The road is full of obstacles and requires some discipline

The clouds passing by bring a current of hope
The fog dissipates with all of my mope
The sun bursts with a new horoscope
The sky is a blanket where my sorrows can cope

I took my depression and left it in a back alleyway
I may return for it again someday
And when my fears visit, they’ll arrive in a beautiful bouquet
And if you ever forgive me, that day will be a permanent holiday

Set the controls to where my heart is churning
Look all directions, you’ll see our fire burning
There is never a day for you I am not yearning
Some practice of forgiveness is worth learning

© Delia Ross. 2019

I lied though, ‘cuz he is really my favorite poet. I can feel him inspire every little fiber and molecule in me… just saying.

Marigolds

She knows not what she is holding
An infancy of love he is hoping
I can see his galaxy growing
While her orbit is slowing

Crown jewels are in his eyes, blue as skies
His hands belong with truth, never lies

His hair is a field of dreams
On which sunlight beams

She knows not what she scolds
He passes hope out like marigolds
And like the sun he is a centerfold
And worth more than all the gold

© Delia Ross. 2019

Digi art of my muse Alexander Ebert by me…

Vices

Diamonds and pearls, may please the girls, but his kiss is all I desire

Leather and fur, might make me purr, but his eyes set me on fire

Boys and their toys, always want noise, but his voice makes me tremble

And the heaven in me, well it takes a knee, for his body is a sacred temple

I suppose flowers are nice, but the poetry he writes, makes my soul assemble

And if I had time, to put his lips to mine, I’m certain our flame would burn higher

© Delia Ross. 2019

“She lives on Love Street/ lingers long on Love Street/ She has a house and garden/ I would like to see what happens/ la la la la la la la la la la” *skips off singing The Doors*

Look man, I would totally let you climb up through my window and read me poetry. Yah? I think we might even like some of the same bands. Giggles It’s okay if you don’t know me, many people don’t even know themselves. Let’s get lost together, in each other, and found again. I’m ready. And you may not know your worth but I would take a bullet for you. I would do anything for you really. 🌛🌜

P.S. I’m just a girl (you won’t need superpowers but you already have them inside you).

P.S.S. you can get to know me without letting the world in (or end).

P.S.S.S. I am a safe place (I won’t ask you your secrets and I won’t guilt-trip you if you don’t love me the way I do you).

P.S.S.S.S. you know me, we’re one, like yin and yang. Sillies.

Carat

I try to be real underneath the private
I shed skins of transparency where most will hide it
And words they slip off my tongue like velvet
I gift him poetry instead of expensive carat

© Delia Ross. 2019

If you are tired of reading my micropoetry, feel free to read my 3 part epic tragedy I wrote a few years back (more like over a decade ago but who’s counting)… it’s titled MY SON and I feel is some of my greatest work (it’s super easy to use the little search box on my site but also, this year was the first time I released it publicly, it previously could only be found in my book)…

Survivor

I reached walls of iron
And gates of steel
Where golden halos come to kneel
And curiosities are even higher

Forgiveness gets trapped in the mire
Underneath the waiting, a place a soul can heal
Games of dishonor are never part of the ordeal
Lying and mistrust burn with the pyre

Here outside his walls await desire
A soul reaching to feel
Where fantasy reaches the surreal
And love is the sole survivor

© Delia Ross. 2019

Deliaology

So I write a bit of poetry
Do you think that makes you know me?
Or from what I drop in my story
You’re an expert at the knowing

So you think that I’m messed up
Or that you have a better cup
You scream “now” and watch me jump
Then disappear after I get hurt

You think you know me all so well
Because I let you see my hell
You think you know what rings my bell
Or if I smile I’m feeling well

You think you have me figured out
Or what to do to make me shout
That I’m unholy or too devout
Or that you made me take this route

You think I’m warm when I am cold
Or it’s the only story told
You think it wrong when I am bold
You pay with lies instead of gold

You think I’m high when I am crying
You think I live while I am dying
You think my love is undermining
Or that I’m never really trying

You think I’m strong when I am weak
I’ve got it all so you think
I don’t deserve what I seek
And you hear words I never speak

© Delia Ross. 2019

Spoken word of this coming soon…

Silver

It’s not terribly hard to see you’re always chasing after young silver
Spend your days shinning every dime by the muddy river
Try to hide reflections of a liar in its mirror
If the devil bit you in the head it wouldn’t make it that much clearer
But I’m going to cover you in truth until you shine like glitter
I doubt anything I write can make you more bitter
You’ll probably claim you’re a victim and call me a killer
But neither of us are walking out of here a winner
My heart lost its color and settled for winter
I told you to shoot but you failed to pull the trigger
And now my love for you will always just kind of linger
If you ever want a friend you’re invited for dinner
If you ever need a rare element that’s where I can deliver
I hope one day you will warm my heart from this shiver
Until then my soul will just tremble and quiver

(He always wants the young silver – she’ll never want what he can give her)

© Delia Ross. 2019

Love Is Always On

It’s the age of constant distraction
Beauty defined by plastic fashion
Such savagery over the next caption
Going to extremes to prove an action
Hate on the menu for us to ration
One kiss you’ll learn he fakes the passion
His love is always on automation
An impeccable liar, the best in the nation
A list of broken souls should be confirmation of his vocation
He’s never been out of rotation
I hope death will be his next vacation

© Delia Ross. 2019