The door exploded.
When she slammed it,
detonations riddled his body,
shock and anger
galloped over his mind
both riding the same horse.
Molten emotions dripped in the air,
a seethe like lava, a floe that clung
even as she ran down the long staircase,
heels ticking off
all the wrongs of his tongue.
They ate the apple, but the worm
in the fruit ate her.
It was forbidden
by the birds in the sky.
She begged to be liked
from the lip of her grave.
No one will shoot her for being
vulnerable.
They will kill him for loving her,
for he knew now
how a door explodes,
how it speaks
of the hand that slams it,
and the birds of the sky
will not forgive her.
Categories:
detonations, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We had to go outside
our different worlds to meet.
Detonations of lust
drove us into an inner-space.
That ocean between your legs
led me to dive deeper.
You grabbed handfuls of my flesh
made muscles sing
on a tightly stringed lute.
Our star got too bright
the darkness we played with
too light.
Gray was the dawn
when we left that magnetic house
where bodies were flames.
Grey that path that led us
on separate ways - blood-dazed.
Categories:
detonations, poetry,
Form: Free verse
(dancing
celestial
objects)
o--*--o
******
o--------------------o
o--*--o
_______!_______
....}~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~{....
(revolving
sea of
stars)
o--*--o
******
?_____________?
o--*--o
_______!_______
(cosmic detonations)
....{~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~}....
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
(devouring
dark
singularities)
*--o--*
**--**
**
*
.
Categories:
detonations, nature, space, spiritual,
Form: Concrete
Thunderheads tumble
in from the north
the sky is
Dull lead dark
at its core a storm
waiting to be born
Thunder clouds like
that of different deities
arcane entities rose up
from ancient depths
to sit n reign from on high
to race across a darkening
desert down to a crystal sea
to release a hum from a winged
mechanical doom
the bomb falling in
a silent silver rooms
Detonates
Resonates
A new born star
As bright as divinities
I rise to face a malevolent God
And burn in its glory
Categories:
detonations, adventure, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form: Free verse
Horrible blobs
crawling on the radar
threatening detonations
punctuating torpid oppression
promising a merciless deluge
Robotic insects invading
Wrathful humans devolving
Nature devouring
Order dissipating
Ambient lyrical drones
bathing the dystopic landscape
inculcating visions of an alternate world
Categories:
detonations, dark, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Free verse
Reality surprised both of us
So you can blame me now
Reality is cracking my eyes
You're still standing far too close
Reality hit me like a train
Just below my ribcage
Darling, I'm Eve's daughter
They feed me apples
They feed on my apples
I should be coming now
Tingling of have beens and would have beens
Of things that I'm about to spit out of my mouth
Darling, I'm Eve's daughter
And we're just bad girls
We remained children by our will or lack thereof
Now we're just bad kids
Here to start a war
To get our justice for every blow
All unnecessary detonations
When I'm fussy and I insist on being myself
And I ask you to keep your change to yourself
They fed me apples
But then they fed on my apples
Soil under our feet was crying for mothers
But I was a kid, so thoroughly unfit
And just so they could start a war
They remained children too
Categories:
detonations, age, eve, kid, mother,
Form: Lyric
Destroy thine own brother in abject apathy
taking up arms 'midst conquering expectancy,
invoking howls of contemptible thunder
neath skies' transparency beyond trepidation,
battles' plundering captures naught of stability
nor intervention from otherworldly gods
predisposed towards earthly universal unity,
persecuting soil's divinity neath aggregate exploits
incalculable hunger upon grounds' domination,
tears were purged in the name of unholy ascendancy
deliver us from susceptible evil men chanting war cries,
congregated in humanity's blood spoils on fire
hailing flared atomic detonations' nuclear nightmare
Trumped midst castle's undeniably delusional rhetoric
Ultimately ascertained, entities' faith shall resoundingly be diminished
casting down divine dispensation bestowed pon the wrath of mankind
Categories:
detonations, allegory, conflict, corruption, fire,
Form: Free verse
‘TWIST US TWAIN
O’ swift flying gentle Cupid
Piercing my sorrowful heart with love
Setting the pleasure precisely turgid
To woo my Queen like a princess dove
Without haste or delay of curious youths
But calculating the effects of the ploy
When her whispers fall soft as dust motes
Bringing widening ripples of calmly joy
Eyes shadowing pledges of complaisance
I foreseeing an approaching explosion of passion
In the premature detonations of allegiance
So genuine, my starved thoughts set in motion
Imprisoned in the asylum beneath her eyelids
To explore those lustrous pink-rosed lips
And a cocooned cone of soft warm ****
A diet in a hundred years I will daily upon hungrily feast
Even if the last chapter of my life death flips
I should know I died in the warmth of her breast.
Categories:
detonations, bridal shower,
Form: Rhyme
What a glorious day, I was born with a bang,
The loudest bang that I’d ever heard.
All of a sudden there was light, everything was a mess,
It was totally crazy absurd.
I learnt to walk slow, not too fast, about right,
To be proud and stand on my own.
And made friends with the whole spectrum of light,
Even though I’m invisibly unknown.
I looked at beautiful create on a belt,
And listened to huge silent detonations.
And was in awe of the laws we created for ourselves,
I was in awe of our own regulations.
I was there watching things crawl out from the sea,
I saw floods, and fires, and extinctions.
And I nurtured the growth of my little friend, You,
Evolving each day with top rating distinctions.
What a glorious place everything has become,
Everything from clear to abstract to sublime.
All of a sudden occurs for me every day,
Because “me” is your old stable friend, “Father Time”.
Categories:
detonations, time,
Form: Quatrain
Dark I stand, cobalt cold and chipped ice
to the touch. Like a jetty on a winter's day,
mooring empty, friendless boats jostled
by vexed waves; bullying the weak.
But there was a time. I stood like Vesuvius,
naked to your cause. And hungered
for that momentary thrust of raw steel,
releasing spumante detonations that
reached a soot filled sky. I resonated with
the intensity of platinum-white heat, ready
to shape your dreams. Before returning it
forged by my love and pliable to your hammer
Buckets of water would quenched your prize and
sent screaming rivulets of steam off to find a
haven from the heat. Then, standing proud,
admired our work, as an artist to his canvas
But, days passed into years and years into an age.
And from the corner of my empire, I watched
the spring of your prime, turn to the clay filled
winter of your day. Like the dimming of a lustrous pearl
And now your apron, hangs on its nail,
gathering collections of a spiders yearly
endeavours. Whilst motionless and resolute,
I guard your kingdom and await your return.
Ready to recommence the heat of battle once more
Categories:
detonations, age, allegory, time,
Form: Free verse
Their violence, can only be condemned
Their fires, can never be extinguished
For their bullets, and detonations
Can never be undone
As living is not an option, for the lifeless
Their contemptuous acts against humanity
Cannot be denied
For the tears they have claimed, keep flowing
Promising no dryness, until peace prevails
And weapons, are lost
Reasons, bear no importance
Murder, can only be condoned by few
For bloodied portraits, agonize most
As often innocent souls, wishing to turn back time
Shadow the background of each
The growth of the cynic, only thrives
As compassion, evades his heart
His faith in mankind, is long lost
Though a cynic, I am not
My heart only throbs
As the city of love, is wounded by hate...
*Keshan*
Categories:
detonations, evil, faith, feelings, pain,
Form: I do not know?
I awake, dull crusted in shadows,
to the swelling roar of hard rain on shingles
wetly dripp'd down rusted gutters,
air thick with cool moisture,
ozone sharp razor clean,
somehow, the sod grew a deep green coat in one night
as dogwoods shed blossoms like fragrant dandruff,
when did spring arrive?
my mind still bundled in deep winter time,
ghosts of snowfields, untouched by sun,
blanket my mood in a stiller time
now shattered by detonations of life
melted by pollen infused with wind
scintillate bands of light burn laser bright
through pregnant clouds rain gray
beams play like shining faeries on the sill
as a weird biology compels me to arise
rush headlong onto verdant lea
dervish twirl'd and humid breathed
but lightswitched it's gone
thunderheads roll like playground bullies
smearing runnels on the window
dogwood prism'd to a streak
as I shrink back to a pillow
smelling faintly of grass.
Categories:
detonations, spring,
Form: Free verse