Knock knock knocking on heaven's door
my knuckles are bleeding and still,
you ask me, nothing more
Thick red solid walls erected between us
you labeled me and shipped me off to another Country ...
leaving me with nothing more
Defused, deprogramed, debugged, I walk away
from your locked-in displaced shrug
I am held in a makeshift prison of my own,
though I tell you everything, you tell me nothing more;
Knock knock knocking on Satan's door
Sanctimonious roars from a placating hypocritical God
no Pious gesture on my part, I am not conforming
this misshapen piece of bread you offer me
doesn't feed my aching belly,
I show you everything I'm feeling while you,
escort me, out the door.
ps I wish to thank Michelle for speaking such cantillate truth.
It is but new,
It’s something we knew,
That you and we,
We would never be.
Preach a speech, a leech so sly;
Would play a tune, a stanza,` a cry.’
At which you’d grin; lie, deny,
Would grapple our hair and drag us a mile.
When you’d be home, to clasp our throats;
A katana so quick -unsheathed- you smote!
You’d curse and blame to elude your pain,
Upon ‘the others’ who’d loved you the same.
There comes a time when forces of life,
Must tear us apart, to be kept alive.
These days, those minutes, those seconds that flies,
A repulse to cognize; we art retched with flies.
Those seasons, those years, those phases we'd spent,
Bemoaning,` Won’t you come and repent?’
As we vindicate, you’d cantillate;
Life serves us a stale lemonade.
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Catastrophe, songbird!
How could you sing?
Why hasn’t your voice joined firefly screams?
Or the mutter of villains, who killed heartbeats’ spring?
You ignore the eviction of incubus red,
and as his knife cuts your skin you hum
the melodic ballad that haunts souls at night.
Remember, remember, I told you forget.
The rusted blood gashes
that cover your chest and your face,
drip in violet gemstone sap.
Has the white of old calendars always looked so black?
How you cantillate a sweet succubus serenade
at your evisceration, canary girl,
you’ve peeled off your face,
still your hymn stays the same.
Malfunction! Malfunction!
Scream, phantom brain!
Tell me, the ghost,
who has stolen your name?
The freedom that follows
in free falls, the jump.
Remember, remember, I know you forgot.
What now, lullaby girl?
The robotic, the wolves,
they’ve ripped out your throat.
Breathe in soothing beauty
do you see
as i sight
do you hear
as i hark
everything
was beautify
through the window
of the heart
through the vent
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
agony
sadness
disseminate Its smokes
stand closer
and behold
it will soon wave us
with its jewel memories
through the window
of the heart
feel the embrace of
precious moments
leave your honey kisses
sweetest spells
stand closer
and listen
it will soon cantillate
and
bequeath
all the beautiful feeling
that bloom
through the window
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
And
Breathe in soothing beauty
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014