saw a future within each petal
attracting me in every aspect
necture as sweet as honey
petals as soft as clouds
lost in its beauty—
while my hands
holding its thorns.
Thomas stirred the tasteless,
clear liquid into his wife's
evening chamomile tea.
He smiled, thinking of the life
he imagined with another woman
he met in a stripper night club.
By midnight, Eleanor was gone,
her sudden passing blamed on
natural causes.
The grieving husband played
his part perfectly, weeping at
the funeral.
Two weeks later, he prepared
to sell the estate and move
away.
An insurance investigator
arrived, asking to see
Eleanor's final medical
records.
Thomas confidently handed
over the paperwork, certain
his tracks were completely
clean.
He failed to notice the smart
watch still syncing on her
bedside table.
Its biometric sensors
recorded the precise
moment her vitals fluctuated
unnaturally.
The digital timeline provided
the evidence needed to end his dreams of freedom in handcuffs.
The spectral husband
watched his radiant new
muse unpack her life inside
his historic parlor.
He gently chilled the
summer air to wrap her in a
freezing, invisible embrace.
Her living spouse slept deeply,
entirely oblivious to the phantom
tracing her elegant silhouette.
With a cold, phantom kiss, he
gently stopped her beating heart
without a trace of pain.
Now, two ghosts dance beautifully
together through the walls, leaving
one confused widower behind.
A whispered promise, sweet as
wine,
Crossed a fatal, hidden line.
A deadly game of hearts betrayed,
In the quiet traps the shadows laid.
Sweet deception spun the thread,
Where trust was broken, love bled
red.
A honeyed word, a venomous bite,
Swallowed by the endless night.
The mask slips down, the truth is
bare,
A fatal, cold, and dark affair.
For every lie that serpent breath,
Brings the swift, embracing death.
How did all this begin
How did this illness start
When I was being torn to pieces
Or when I was completely ripped
apart
Everyday being consumed with intense unrelenting sadness
Not understanding why pushed me
further into madness
As my mental health continued to
quickly decline
Dark clouds rolled in the sun just
wouldn’t shine
These overpowering emotions I just
couldn’t control
Every bit of hope I once had they had
entirely stole
Emotional overload was bursting out
at the seams
The deafening sound of my own
internal tortured screams
Overwhelmed broken and knocked
down to my knees
This depression of mine will surely be
my fatal disease
The wind whistles in the desert
The tumbleweed rolls freely
Stranded in the desert I am
Not a single movement is seen
Not even a sound is heard
My regency dress dances with the wind
I scream and shout for help
All in vain I give up
Alas! hope is restored
A caravan is seen from a far
Where was I?
Who are these people?
Barrage of questions filled my mind
Standing in front of me
Were the men from the caravan
Taken to the palace
A party was taking place
Dancing gracefully, I was
A shriek is heard
A soul has departed
Turmoil is evident
Trying to evade from the scene
Stopped by those who saved me
With a fatal bite
I breath my last
Sweating profusely, I wake up
Just another nightmare
One that felt real
All this I ignored
But the mark is seen
They rang out clear on the spine of the night,
Smashing stained glass of basement churches
And disembowelling pots of truths.
Aiming at the tendons of hate from
Lone-eyed monsters,
The slugs, flaming and fertile,
And with sparks of racial rage,
Penetrate America's gloom
With a boom.
I hold my heart in my hand
carved out off my chest with a machete,
My bleeding heart still beats!
DoctorDoctor, doctor, how did the operation go?
– But what doctor, what nonsense! Look, I'm Saint Peter!
PS. alkas TRANSLATING Paulo Miranda
Drowning in this abyss,
I lay down flat after a long thrive.
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive,
Always into taking those chances,
I admit I was a bit naïve.
The pain numbs all the high,
it numbs all the excite.
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is,
I slip through the depths more,
Echoes of beeps going dryer;
As it messes with my wires,
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire.
I feel serene,
I bet this was the only way out of the scene.
I did not run, I escaped
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades.
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses
If these orbs were to grant me a boon,
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon.
Let me drift into nothingness,
I am not demoralized,
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless.
Without being materialized,
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.
They were the definition of marriage
My parents' union seemed flawless
Their bond was built on courage
In their hearts, love was fearless.
But that night, the thunder struck
I saw a broom and a hen weaponized
I saw the danger anger and trust provoked
The story of their divorce, never fully realized.
Their separation to me was scary
Though I wasn't in anyone's custody
My childhood felt a motherless void
Without God's grace, my light would've been destroyed.
Yet, their relationship is a book
Every page filled with wisdom
A crystal-clear stream
From which I'll always draw knowledge.
Oh the fatal moment of us
That enticing eyes and broad thighs
The soft voluptuous round lips
The soft garden in the front - 38
The stylish back well formed
You are the epitome of gorgeousness
You are the queen of kamasutra
I am lost in your curvy body
Your neck is so smooth
Your hands are like a baby cute
My passion knows no limit now
Sleeplessness occurs often
Lost in your body, I succumb to thee everyday
I conquer and I cherish thee
You bring out my animal instinct
My heart's hearbeat heat horny harmonium
I want to have you in my arms now
2023 brought sorrow that broke me. Death defeated thoughts who say we’re unshakable, stronger than death. We want to think the end, for us – for our people, is inconceivable. Yet, death calls and we must answer. It refuses to be snubbed. This year brought more personal dealings with death than I care to remember!
I feared for The Soon Traveling Fire,
When I saw who was going to drive:
Jack, who did thrice of men's lives deprive,
He himself lucky to be alive;
Now, with a left leg fracture does strive
And Lord God knows that's no way to thrive
Kept I trembling for the moving five;
If I were among them, bound to dive
When his Porsche wished not one to
Jack himself Electric wire live...
You enter his car, enters a beehive,
Minutes on end continue to jive:
"Fire you Thunder Ferdinand Jack
Knowledge of safest driving you lack...
FATAL FLAW
Let it be known
& be shown
to accrue
upon demand
servitude
where hearts reside
then align
as one
after the storm
within
eloquence&grace
shall be
a free intent
to withstand
& embrace
turn into gold
upon
the errant tide
then to arise
to debate a begotten gain
in fractured hearts
sheltered
then
to hold unbound
&to inspire
ere
shrivelled
on the vine
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
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