My autopsy room is a confessional,
where killers in absentia divulge
their sins through bodies
rigid and frigid, mutilated and mute.
Graffiti of abrasions, contusions and lacerations
reenact without deceit or reservations
a catalogue of perversions and violations.
Rage, hatred, greed, jealousy, sickness
explode and leave behind vandalized anatomies,
a *********** of naked emotions
in the topography of vacated husks.
Silently, they talk.
With my eyes, I listen.
They confide in me about themselves too,
these chatty cadavers,
about their public faces and private hell.
Tattoos speak of loves and obsessions,
silicone breasts betray insecurities,
medications reveal internal insurgencies,
needle marks give away muffled screams,
cirrhosis lets on alcoholic dreams.
A hundred foibles preserved by the
candor of rigor mortis,
each corpse an abridged,
unfinished biography.
By the end of their final confessions, the departed
have parted with their burdens of secrets.
In death much more than in life,
there is honesty.
Still, I take comfort in the lies of the living.
Categories:
anatomies, death, life, memory, men,
Form: Free verse
I will never feel vacant, never self-loathing
As long as you awake me
Holding a lantern that beacons aspirations
For feelings of doubts must be combusted by flames of passion
The world’s miscreants spread their disease, influencing their intent of infidelity
Leading us into heart-rending ailment
Hiding their assurance rings, acting on treachery ardor, Judas kiss
In inamoratas arms we turn away always remaining devoted
Warming the essence, shaking all conceded pain, faltering and stiffened
As we lie in our own visibility meadow of heaven
The scent of allure wonder makes me speechless
All I can say is your love has always been as true as can be
Treasuring all intendment significance
Every trial, spike in are anatomies was treaded in the floods of unconditional
We will never go cold are heart beat will never blacken below
We will always live for today without being faded or torn
No matter how old we will never depress because we having hoping hearts
Categories:
anatomies, devotion, love, romance,
Form: Acrostic
Nothing prepares a heart for the first glance,
None other than the heart of a lover seeing another,
No verse can contain the chemistry exchanged
Between the two hearts brought by chance.
No raging war can fight off the fires that ignite,
That glorious moment the first touch of a hand is felt,
No ballad can capture the essence that flows
Between two bodies embracing all the night.
No sceptic doubts the passion that overflows,
When anatomies collide in a long love-making dance,
No sonnet can comprehend the love exuding
Between two lovers craving a love that grows.
No cynic can criticise the heat felt in each kiss,
Shared as a sign of pure love & affection like no other,
No quatrain can express the ultimate promise
Between two souls to remain as one in utter bliss.
Nothing can ever bring asunder God’s mighty work,
That bringeth forth the rose and the eagle destined together,
No force roaming Earth known or unknown stands
Between two hearts blessed as the Master’s artwork.
Categories:
anatomies, true love,
Form: Quatrain
Open your ears, listen with your heart
To defenseless voices screaming in the dark
Hear the hollow sounds of battered children
Crying helplessly in their fright
A continuous nightmare of bruised anatomies
Scarred memories
Lasting for the rest of their lives
And broken spirits innocent children must bear
Listen closely if you care
To countless voices crying in agony
Infliction of pain
In various increments and range
Neglected lives thrown away
Deviated acts of molestation
Torture running rampant throughout every vein
Committed by sick minds of the insane
Listen to the lonely voices
Defenseless children crying from narrow closets
Where darkness mutilate guiltiness souls
Open a window in your heart and listen
As a society we must shoulder the blame
Categories:
anatomies, abuse, child abuse, children,
Form: ABC
The sanctimonious tabernacle; where the desolated tongues confess.
The covetous, unwed beds are hungry, exuberant anatomies get undressed.
The biased courthouse; where many admissible lies rattle but hardly unfold.
The lewd jail cells are full, innocent bodies, minds, and souls loathly probed.
Create An Idiom
Categories:
anatomies, community, dark, religious, spoken
Form: Free verse
We see
We fall
We don’t think
We might
But we don’t decide
It’s hard for perspective
To conquer feelings
Something wrong or something right
His eyes or her eyes
Her eyes might be his eyes
And his hers
Does it matter?
Two people can
Be more than their anatomies
More than being what the world sees
Two people can be perfection
Can feel perfection, can make perfection
With just being
Because love in its truest form
Is more than a physical emotion
But never superficial
Between two who maybe identical
Or not, different or not
No matter where they are, who they are
Sometimes though unconventional
Who are we to judge
To ratify that it might be
Acceptable?
Categories:
anatomies, judgement, love, perspective,
Form: Free verse