Subtle movement
a hint of smile
a deep long stare a pulse a while
She reads she writes she dances in my dreams
the feeling too strong as I follow
a long distant call
an urge we know well
she calls me now
with that bitting lip smell
The rivers cough,
Their waters grey and sulky, with exhaustion,
Bitting at the banks that once held,
Children's laughter.
The lethargic trees wear ashes like armour,
Leaves brittle, whispering warnings
That no one ever listens to.
Drifting smoke climbing like a their,
Stealing the Blue from the sky,
Painting the sun in dull bruises,
Where we pretend not to see.
Even the wind carries a taste of metal and sadness;
The birds sing quite than ever,
There wings heavy with weight
Of a world forgetting how to breath.
Yet somewhere beneath the ground
The earth still hums softly,
Waiting for hands that will not choke it;
For mouths that will speake
Before the last river sleeps.
The rivers cough,
Their waters grey and sulk,
With exhaustion bitting at the banks,
That once held children's laughter.
The lethargic trees wear ashes like armour,
Leaves brittle, whispering warrnings,
That no one listens to.
Drifting smoke climbing like a theif,
Stealing the blue from the sky,
Painting the sun in dull bruises, where
We pretend not to see.
Even the weak wind carries a taste, of
Metal and sadness;
The birds sing quieter than ever,
There wings heavy with weight of
A world forgetting how to breath.
Yet somewhere beneath the ground the
Earth still hums softly,
Waiting for hands that will not choke it.
For mouths that will speak before the last
River sleeps.
The hospital machine beeps,
My knees weak, the walls are bleak.
I'm bitting my cheek whilst the ward doors creak
I can hear the children shriek, they look weak through a sneak peak.
Explanations are oblique,
These children will be me in a week.
There's critique of technique for hell week;
which is not for the weak.
Streaks of blood, dizzy from drugs
Staring at the paintings of ladybugs
Trying to sleep with ear plugs
I want to smash a mug, the frustration builds inside, stuck in bed
Feeling like led, can't even eat bread, knee held together with thread, throbbing red, Feeling half dead.
I suddenly woke up in bed with dread for next week when I become,
the children who shriek.
Scars and those Skirts.
And ! At the closing while the waves break, causing tables to rock the bubbled hood off your cappucio, and the sound dipping, a stranger picks up a shell, from the frothy foreshores and gently presses it to their ear, releasing comforting pink noise. A tricolore gestures in the early morning breeze. There are only shadows laying in the shade of boats, no skin lovers, that are restless for nautical distances. The wrapping swirl, of cloth soothes the suns bitting teeth, Away Africa peeps beyond the clouds afar on that magic line. And the weight, of the ever days, subsides. But scars show in your expression..
I can hear the mouthless wind,
loudly howling outside my window.
Its wingless unseeable form whipping through the leafless trees.
Ridding the branches wildly,
blowing falling flakes onto every available space,
and covering them in whites,
giving them admirable shapes.
Oh what a magical sight to gaze upon indeed.
And although I happily enjoyed watching the snow soundlessly gliding down,
kissing the ground softly and forming beautiful landscapes,
the harshness wind is toothlessly bitting through my bones with its frigid coldness.
So I think it’s time to turn up the fireplace for some heat to my chilled bones,
and maybe a cup of delicious hot cocoa to warm my soul.
Because
baby it is cold outside…
Fin Chuuk
Said through clenched pallet cleft
Straight right out of left field
Came the wind a calling for a
sacrificial sacrifice
To appease the dog god's of war
straining and bitting to be unleashed
Upon the fallen led astray and breached
From some or other unknown entity
but quite obviously sent from high
on up
If for no other reason than to make
the numbers of today's death count up
Why on earth I do not know that wasn't
part of the deal
The deal was simply this if you don't
or are not prepared to choose amongst
and between yourselves
Then we will simply have to go ahead
and do it for you as you see we currently
are
For if you build it we will come and the
price for coming is
Dying dead then death not everlasting
breath
Hear Yee , Hear Yee
Elizabeth "The' Queen
Here she lie's dead in state entombed
in saintly grace
Her smile as is her likeness of she no more
Send her forth victorious in resplendent
elegance riding sidesaddle upon an
equine train bitting on the bridle
To spirit her soul away duties levies paid
in full to all bar none subject come
Rest in peace , rest full well , rest in
everlasting ease complete
Blow the trumpets way up on high
let the bugle's cry and pipes a
pipes a play
Unfurl the pageantry and banners of all
ages fly the royal standard at half mast
all around the 4 corners of her Commonwealth
And pray let her know she is in no
small part sorely already missed
And sadly I fear will be for many a long
year to come
So God speed your Majesty on this your
final cavalcade
From reign to grave
As surely he awaits
Most patiently an audience with thee
Your Queen ordained keeper , leader,
defender of the faith
She who's head deemed worthy to be
placed underneath to bear the heaviest
burden of the Regal Crown
I have been systematically bitting
my nails since I was 6 year's old
so I am told
Sometimes way down past where
the skin begins and blood starts
And it hurts so much I can't even
pick stuff up
And yes I know it's a filthy habit and
it really hurts
I have somehow never been able to stop
So what is the explanation or only
conclusion to be gained
Am I in fact a sadist do I love pain
1 thing is most definitely for certain
I must quite obviously be stupid
because I know what I am doing
to myself
And even despite all this I still won't
be stopping any time soon
Nailed it
I thought I was dreaming when I saw your silhouette appear in that Moon lit room.
You got me aroused with your movements and I haven't seen you in the flesh yet. You tell me baby don't fret just sit back and enjoy the show while Victoria Monet's Friend you can keep plays on low. The way you shake it you should be in the hall of fame because you're making me wish I was that door frame but I can't complain because I know I'm next. Please no calls or texts cause my phone is on do not disturb. You have my undivided attention baby you got my word on that. You have gotten so close to me it looks like we're attached at the hip. I see you bitting your lip as you start to dirty wine. I can't wait to lay you down in this bed and make you mine, my One of a kind dime. My Cherie amour you don't know what I have in store. I wanna give you pleasure you've never felt before and we haven't even really meet. I feel this way about you baby all because of your silhouette.
I can hear the mouthless wind
loudly howling outside my window
Its wingless unseeable form whipping through
the leafless trees
riding the branches wildly
And blowing falling flakes onto every available space
and covering them in white giving them
admirable shapes
Oh yes indeed
what a magical sight to gaze upon
And although I happily enjoyed watching the snow soundlessly gliding down
kissing the ground softly and forming beautiful landscapes
The harshness wind is toothlessly bitting through my bones with its frigidness
So I think it’s time to turn up the fireplace for some heat for my chilly bones
And maybe a cup of delicious hot cocoa to warm my soul
Because
baby it is cold outside
Akkina
2/1/21
A scratching at dusty glass from piano keys
In a lace attic catacombs chests
bathed in blue panic
room stained window
Hiding from the tell to show
away bitter clown faces without
makeup to disguise frowns
from smiles
Glass of Rose wine in hand
Half black and white
harlequim dress worn
like princess Di
Bitting down on fretted untuned
strings
Yellow taxi clock running outside
in a traffic jam carpark
Great expectations Dickensian
clambering down unsteady
unsafe ladders
Floor by floor at breakneck speed
scissors running in hand
Final destination paused
Star's
City , Sparks , Fire
Takes me back melancholic
reminding me what it was
like to be a torturous teen
Dreaming of wanton love
and how fragile youth is
Tell me, my moondark one, how come that
our journey remained untraveled;
from mirror to mirror into eternity
our passages were left uncrossed?
For the mirage of shedding a light,
we rather chose to immerse into the outer world
than become one with each other's.
Since when were we this hollow
turning into shallow ones,
who are unfaithful to their dreams?
Tell me, that how come
that the snake is already bitting his own tail
for the circle is full now,
and I still wish to tell our never-ending story?
Where is the way?
Pointing us to the wilderness
A dry desert that kills
Everything is Invisible
Possessing dark liars
Saying pleasant speech of a cooling water
No wonder you're Ghost in the hiding
Your Children are thirsty
And your youth no longer want
Selfish behind the scene
Trading cheap deception
We are the nation, the land we toiled.
You are the head, stop bitting the tail
You conceived us, yet you threatened our height.
We are blind already,
Our neighbors mocked us,
Spelling all kinds of profane.
The economy is down the drain.
What do you care for? Your house is in joy.
Time ago your trees bow - Pleading.
The generous nation give you heed
Suddenly land is seeing a visible Ghost
Your people are slumping daily
The asylum is as the full river
The bay has gotten enough.
The market is speaking strangely.
Loving Myself
I miss him playing with my toys.
I’m alone now in my bed looking
out my window at the silver stars.
My hand stroking them while my mind is
remembering, remembering.
He used to teased by kissing
them.
He knew their secret places.
He would talk to them while our bodies
Glistening with moister ready, ready.
I with anticipation waiting, waiting.
My toy’s hair moist with oils of love,
thinking how he used his mouth.
Cleaning matted hair “tasting the sea’s bounty”,
As he used to say.
Feeling him inside my juguete and the
Tingling, the itch please hurry.
Wanting him deeper, deeper oh heaven above!
Now bitting them, Yesssss, he’s almost
here.
Fingers deep rocking and twisting until erupting
with waves upon waves soaking his bounty.
Red golden stream flowing from my volcano
releasing stored hot magma just for him.
I fall asleep knowing he will return whenever I
want.
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