I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity.
Feels heavier than dark gravity
Devotion that cruel peculiarity;
in me, it shattered — clarity
now it's just deathly polarity.
Structured, then... infirmity
Silence bloated with verbosity!
Thank you expendability
to reach low generality;
close my chest cavity
With immensurability,
blessed by fate's absurd
decree I kiss the
edge of certainty.
My unthinkability —
death offers no pity,
It's just a bullet
labeled tragedy.
To me...
Finally
Sovereign or martyr thus gravitas none dolorous,
dirge has keyed the grave motif to your succubus,
organs glistening as the innards burst vile viscera,
to bite on carbon release hammers sledge Invictus.
Not impressive but knot is a slip on your own noose,
gathering to watch a struggle as the buckets kicked,
amusing when the rope snaps and the monster runs,
turns executioner hacks away your scurvy populace.
Digress thus invitation to a horrid melancholy siege,
maelstrom of pianist crescendo a litany reverie,
masquerade these fair maidens as whomever,
still a mask and the rest of your face is plain to see.
Dreams are made not to be accompanied by meanderings of creatures of the lesser deities for the reaper is the end to everything this your prayers will not save you from the scythe’s guillotine.
Enjoy your expendability,
know that I do,
with that I take my leave,
soaking to bathe and wash off your crimson grief.
60 Seconds
Gruelling nights with haunted dreams
Explosions tearing at my seams
The worst, last night; I couldn’t sleep
My expendability made me weep.
With dawn awoke a brand new day
A deathly mare in my mind lay
And there it lay until at last
60 seconds had oddly past.
60 seconds not thinking of you
Acidic eruptions did not spew
From the pit of my stomach to expel my heart
First waking moments not torn apart.
The realization made me smile
I pondered it for a while
The first 60 seconds that you weren’t there
The first 60 seconds I did not care.
No thoughts of kisses on my lips
Or intertwining fingertips
No mocking jokes to make me giggle
Or cheeky moves to make me wiggle
60 seconds without your eyes
60 seconds without your lies
For 60 seconds my heart was mine
For 60 seconds I did just fine.
Sadness, still it lurks within
But I shan’t touch a drop of gin
Those seconds showed me I shall win
Now the healing can begin…
9th April 2019
It rained today,
Dark pellets of the heaven's tears
Soaking up the sounds of the earth
Changing them
The trees were felled
Big and old, bent to the will of the water
The cracked sounds of expendability
Following them
Floods wiped away all evidence of activity
Leaving the earth shifted and soaked
Feet ferrying bodies to shelter
Shielding them
It made me sad
This washing away of things I know
The clouds grey as though with sorrow
Hurting them
When confronted with
edicts of expendability,
the sanest of minds
condemn usury as a practice
defecating on
the nobler edicts of survival
until all herded
charge the very gates of compliance.
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