I am walking on a single thread,
I am running out of time,
I am sinking into maybe and once upon a time,
I am focusing out of a silver dime.
The city lights are blinking,
The memoirs are getting blurry,
The colours are running out together,
The world is drifting in motion.
Is this world only mine?
Are your tensions becoming vague?
Are you sinking into the light beneath the balcony door?
Are you craving the signs?
The desecrated smile on your face,
The mistakes are hazy,
My planet is losing shape without your voice,
I am trying to locate your gaze.
If I fall, is that called freedom,
Or just another circle made?
I am not lost or out of focus,
But I don't want to lose my grip on the strand.
You mock me again
as fevered wrist begins to pulse
from the hinges... barbed vignettes glide,
while swoosh of rain 's ink
bathes upon the sill's lattice...
I reach for its nectar ,
this breath sipping the language of words
yearning to be born :
From my window,
a gush filters through hooks
... muddying my quill on shingles
your verses bouncing around, round
to tumble into drafts of musings
searching for silence In chaos--
for moist within my drying cave ;
and from this irreverent place,
I allow the grace of muse's charm
to open my soul's voice like an outpour
of virginal dew...
a promise to cruise into your unknown trails,
this papyrus enticed, lines mocking me again :
Somehow, late dusk arrives with tinge of lamplight
bringing a thrill along my fingers ,
sensualidad grating , yes...rising like so,
ready to greet the ache, the tremble,
the ravaged beginnings
of pain's melody... half-desecrated, half-wise.
Oh mighty Father..Lord of all creation I am
Calling out to you..For your Name is the greatest.' Just your Name Lord..Just your
Name.! I beg your indulgence Father through all the Ages You are always unchanging..Although you are always doing new things.' Lord i know you can see
The depths to which people have fallen as
The world leaders have joined in a group to
Mock You Father.' They have abused the gift of life, they have desecrated Your Altar
In the innocent souls they have killed I live
In the same world i too am human and sinfull Lord Father..Yet these actions admitted to.' Recorded flaunted..There to
My mind needs to be a reckoning..I ask you
Father to punish the wicked.' To remove them before their time Lord.' Yet may all be
Done in accordance with Your Will.' Yet i
beleive many people..Not perfect people
just like me Lord and Father,
would welcome a
Sweep of Your Mighty hand, if six were gone soon
Lord? that Your Name be again reverenced..Amen amen amen Your Will be done.'
Trump I-Fucation
Flickering beacon of light.
Red core inflamed.
Elites on the dole.
Narcissists
Me Trumps We.
Fraud:
Ace in the Hole.
GOP Rats pilfer the hold.
Viral blight dissembles.
Emperor fiddles
While chaos reigns.
Diagnosis: Deep Vain Trumposis.
Systemic Sclerosis.
Democracy Desecrated,
Pandora’s lost hope!
Copyright@Mel Gill 2023
You bury your only dog beneath a home of desecrated poppies.
Pup frozen from years of neglect, full of ignorance and stained of regret.
You claw at the dirt like one of the far-gone soldiers, and the earth knows better but to serve you.
You lay his body down Heavy, limp and soundless.
His wide eyes the color of heartbreak and broken promises, his coarse fur kissed by the signs of war.
You wear the same marks, you have the same saintless past,
But your fate is not the same.
War was your mother; she taught you learn once, not twice. She taught you dogs die and you were reborn by your own hand, born with thorns for skin and poison in your breath.
Dog and Human,
Killed and killer,
One was inhuman the other was a self-created monster.
There is a fear on the dog's face that you can only dream of. Pure light consumed by the darkness. a child of war, taken by a river of blood and the fear that led to his death.
And you wish you had the humanity to grieve.
Crawling upon desecrated ashes,
whispers haunt ~
“You will never make it.”
Vermilion skies rumble over the brutal horizon,
splitting open as a deafening rain pours forth,
drenching an already collapsing body.
Splaying nails rip into hollow earth.
Eerie silhouettes dance in the lightning flashes.
It’s getting harder to see now —
fear surging, lungs straining,
losing control.
Darkness engulfs, swallowing the sun.
Panic sets in; urgency is now a must,
for night brings what cannot be spoken.
Cortisol spikes, muscles spasm.
Faster, he must crawl ~
death is imminent if he cannot find the door.
Feeling blindly through infectious petrichor,
his palms meet nothing but cold decay.
Macabre laughter circles around him.
Praying, he reaches out one more time —
unsuccessfully.
Closing his eyes, red-hot pain
flows over his flesh,
devoured by the very demons
he could not escape.
Henry the V111 was an English king although he got
Married' boys were more his thing' he destroyed the
Tomb of st thomas abecket, ordering grind those bones
And just go wreck it ' with tomb duly desecrated the
The fat king gloated.' I know this was very savage.' By
The divine?? yet bloated ( all was well in his own mind) His objectives
Were accomplished and all was fine.' He killed some
Wives and others survived.' And some other people he had boiled
Alive..All in all a true historical tale.' Best not dwelt upon too
Often.? Its so beyond the pale.'
In the shadows of silence, I wither without a sound,
Cruel words pierce through; kindness is no longer found.
It began with kindness, it ended with mockery,
Each cut, each wound, from a vicious kiss of treachery.
Contempt and disdain weave my crown of ice,
Laughter sharp as blades, tearing through me thrice.
Loneliness sweeps in like a silent tide,
Left by those once dear; tears, my only guide.
Desecrated what's sacred, my soul in chains,
Humiliated and tortured; my skin bore the pain.
Each hickey a betrayal, each bruise a stain,
Leaving me bruised, broken, and fraught with pain.
Shrouded by shadows, I seek release,
From torment and suffering, yearn for peace.
Tears swirl in my eyes, sorrow fills my core,
I chose for an end, drowning myself in gore.
May my story be heard, be sung, be told,
No one should endure such pain, let silence unfold.
In miserable silence, let light reappear,
Dispel the shadows, end the endless drear.
fan swirling the proverbial
not a pretty picture
all in black
the canvas covered
with no glimpses of light
chakras hidden
from root to the crown
darkness galore
from self inflicted abyss
to rock bottom
desecrated by actions and thoughts
fear guilt shame
some anger of Self
awakening from a nightmare of horrors
when asked how he got from Tibet to India
the Dalai Lama responded
"one step at a time"
my own path has been been burdened
heavy weights on my shoulders and mind
dragging me down
torn hiking boots
with barely a sole
yet hoping for soul and salvation
laces tangled
still struggling
unpolished dust
shackling desperation
gift of being down and out
present of recovery
presence change
another chance of redemption
the chains of being
are loosening
a miracle
what a year it has been
Rivers, where once live thrived
Now drowned in plastic, existence deprived.
Fish, once free, now mere refugees
Their homes desecrated, turned into time bombs.
The trees are choking gasping for breathe
Once vibrant and charming, now sealed in hate
No longer can they desolve in the sun's embrace
Their essence fading, a tragic disgrace.
Pollution, a silent but deadly foe,
Looms above nature like a nuclear shadow.
A celestial storm, poised to unleash its wrath,
Upon a world deaf to the cry of nature.
Nature has played its part, we all know
Pampering and sustaining us this far
Even in tribulation and persecution
Why can't us pay a honest debt?
Denied again, again, again
My God, my king, my hope, my friend
To think that I could ever mend
My shame, my pride, my lies.
To deadly hills they take Him now
A crown of thorns upon His brow
The King of Kings, but no one bows
I’m absent when he dies.
In bitter tears they said I waited
True—if sorely understated
So my soul falls desecrated
Curse my horrid deeds
Hours pass and days elapse
Spirit gone, my lungs collapse
I’ve fallen victim to the traps
In thinking of my needs
Then I am called, I follow John
I look and find the stone is gone
And only linen lingers on
To dare the war is won?
I see Him. I am awed. Elated
Doubt undone, eradicated
But, in shame, I wait for hatred
From God’s only Son
With all the courage I possess
I turn my eyes, on Him they rest
My heart is kicking at my chest
I know I’ve failed the trials.
Tension mounts, and there’s a pause
I’ve broken all His love, His laws
So He should not forgive my flaws
He looks at me and smiles.
There is a consistency
With the way you instantly
Always try and tear me down
Whenever you come around
Putting on an act so cruelish
Makes you look stupid and foolish
It used to make me sad
The words you said were awful bad
But now it just rolls off my shoulders
As I'm wiser and much older
I think it's funny as you try
To push me hard and make me cry
So you can impress your friends
But you'll soon learn in the end
Behavior like yours will just be
Not taken so seriously
As years pass quickly on through
And the only one that who
Will be listening to your bull
Is the voice inside your skull
Saying how your life was wasted
And you have just desecrated
All the good time that were missed
And everybody that you pissed
Off are gone and your left here
With black shadows everywhere
Reminding you of what was done
And a life that's dead and gone
Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn.
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.
Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful wake of the dawn.
Hushed his grief within,
As though He counts it less.
Burdened the hearts become.
For the weight tears apart within.
Boundary with her,
Was the sweetness of existence.
In a tick of misery
Hard to lug
Uneasy to let slip
Oh Death where’s thy sting
So fresh is the love of the parted soul
Mourning till an afterlife
In her two gems he rejoices.
As life gives succor.
Though Growth he beckons
For an extended home, before night falls.
Life’s unplayed cards
Relinquishes-daunts my being
Fathoming its depth
Again and again
Glum yet Grateful
For the Supreme One
Alone knows all and the why
We seem still within ourselves.
Three Decades plus Six
Yet I breathe
To make proud
This Monumental Personage.
Fierce flames of wrath soaring up high,
blazing brightly across the sky,
down to the hall where people flock,
few miles across the hostile block.
A desecrated land, divine.
It happened fast without a sign.
The culprits charged without a glance;
Innocent lives, taken at once.
Scene was bloody, fond hearts were torn,
like nothing worse, since time was born;
Young and old hearts, they gave their lives,
parents, children, husbands and wives.
The wrath of anger made its sway
to the strip where the hostiles stay.
It did not care who was to hit;
It did not blink, even a bit.
When will this great land find its peace
when wrath of moon, it must appease?
When will the chosen land find rest
when will the heavens halt the test?
*For one of my dream countries, and for peace*
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I am praying for an eternal silence,
Your loudest move is just another offence.
I have been open to you for the longest period,
The interpretation you want to pursue is just making you an idiot.
I have never been so close to a clown,
I have never felt so wilfully drowned,
I cannot express the audacity to call you an unthinkable pride,
I cannot have the gratitude to be your undying guide.
I want to lead a life of the fullest norms,
You are just an unknown necessity that I have always seen in silly worms.
You are full of loquacity,
I am nothing to your pertinacity.
You want to judge the desecrated smile of Monalisa,
I want you to draw a similar structure on your countenance.
Everyone might be perplexed,
I don't want you to be suppressed.
You might not be a cenotaph of the transparent authority,
I don't want you to be that bargained mendacity.
I want you to walk through a thousand rivers,
To me, this river Life is nothing but a remarkable caricature.
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