Don't Say You Do it for Love

People Can See Through the Mask

Solis
Nothing exists between us but smiles hiding the contempt.
Frozen flames instead of passion, burning ice for a heart.
Double faces punish and reward one another while forked tongues tickle and sting.

You say you pity hungry people while strutting your $100 latex covered ass on the corner of Detonation Boulevard and Fascination Street as you pass the disenfranchised. You look pretty in boots and ripped pantyhose, blue-black hair and power-puff girl tattoos, the guys smell their reward cumming from a mile away. You can say you live for the moment, that you are just having fun, that you refuse to grow up, just don't you say you live for love.

Pastel painted cell blocks, iron crib bars, black and white striped pajamas, from newly assigned government stand ins.

Another child lost in a sea of faceless heroes cries as he is taken away, destined to a warehouse of human flesh psychosis. Another kid sacrificed to the god of fifteen minute parenting and back seat inseminations. Your edible underwear doesn't make your candy covered bitter promises go down better. You can say you thrive on the power trip, or that you like the emotional rush, just don't you say you live for love.

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Gerald Enrique del Campo is a poet, musician, song writer, photographer, magician, philosopher, author, and lecturer on occult and religious topics.  View profile

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  • Chloe5/19/2009

    Thanks right. I think many peole do things for the fun of it and dont think twice about the ones they hurt.

  • A.M. Morgan7/12/2008

    Wow very eye opening. Love is a word often used carelessly. It's easy to get caught up in self without considering the misfortunes of others.

  • Jimbo4/12/2007

    Love the references to Sisters of Mercy and The Cure!

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