POEMS IN THE KEY OF FJD

Poems in the Key of FJD is a timeless archive of my lyrical loves, poetry, and the imagery birthed from its inspiration.

“Stay Home, Odysseus” by Faithe J. Day

I don’t want to be a lighthouse for dark men

Men who see the golden beam streaming from my heart

As a calling to save a safe harbor

I feel more like a Siren

Beckoning wayward travelers to crash and burn

On the shores of my rocky mounds,

Serves them right.

To steal away to the song of a Siren

When they should be sailing home to their wives

The Best Laid Plans of Men and Minotaurs by Faithe J. Day

There are no safe paths to my heart.

No oracles, no myths, no torch freshly lit.

Just winding trails created to confuse

And concoct the most elaborate ruse.

A labyrinth so complex

that even red string,

would soon confess

That Minotaur is best left to rest.

The Butterfly/Collector Poems

Poetamorphosis by Faithe J. Day

The morning after

Wet from the dance floor

You called me

Ladybug

And said that I would eat you whole

Then metabolize your soul

Like a very hungry caterpillar,

Starved for leaves of grass.

Specimen #444: The Butterfly Catcher

Flying through life

I can feel the heat

Of an evil eye

And greedy hands

Waiting in the woods

To grab and tag

A being

He does not own

Under the guise of

Conservation

But the goal of

Confinement

Spiritual Bath by FJDay

If I could pray you away

I Would

If I would see your face

I Should

If I should leave or stay

I Could

I Would

I Should

“Oedible Complex” by Faithe J. Day

There is more than one way to eat a man.

Every time I think I have digested him

There is more to consume

At this point, he is mere mythology

A clever composition of my mind’s best

And worst

Delusions

A magician, a misfit, a master

Mister cellophane

A puzzle I will never solve

A never-ending open-world game

Yet, I continue to mine my mind for more

Choosing to pledge my allegiance to the allusion of him

Than risk the potential of what was

So I binge, and I purge

Like a sacrament, I no longer need his body to be filled

Nor his soul to be saved

When the table is set for Judgement Day.

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