Listen as the wind whispers
secrets of my lost past.
It howls at my melancholy miseries,
shrieks at my heinous sins,
warning me of a fatal future
that is sure to be my looming last.
My destiny lies in my hands
as I linger in indecision
with your shadow in my heart.
For I cannot stop loving you
I cannot live a normal life
I hunger for food of love,
Only I can find none.
Whither shall I go?
The future is dark and uninviting.
My past is filled with fear,
my present is full of sorrow.
I think of you and my starved heartbeats
in dangerous arterial fibrillation.
I close my eyes in anguished hope
but cannot calm my tattered nerves
as the wind continues with its howls
for winter is sure to extend its days
although I believe and sincerely hope
that sublime spring is coming soon.
Categories:
fibrillation, love, seasons,
Form: Free verse
It seems that, much to my elation,
they’ve scheduled me for an ablation,
the actual ramification
being no more need for medication.
The actual source of frustration
has been atrial fibrillation;
regularity takes a vacation
and causes a thumping sensation.
Electrical cauterization
shuts down the heart’s over-stimulation
via pathway elimination
of excess cardiac innervation.
‘Twould be nice to see a cessation;
there are certainly good indications -
the hard work and culmination
of research in my generation.
In the process of ideation,
the heart boasts personification,
depicted in fine illustrations
of longing and imagination.
And so, Lord, grant my supplication
and eliminate all consternation,
such that I might thy glorification
continue with much adoration
and improved syllabification.
Categories:
fibrillation, heart, prayer,
Form: Monorhyme
Unblouse your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes
Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here
We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl
Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach
Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again
Categories:
fibrillation, baptism, beach, celebration, love,
Form: Free verse
A pack a day,
An expensive way
To capture cancer,
Not a thing nice,
But I did it twice
Survived them somehow,
Operations did the trick,
And I know better now...
But cigarettes
Were not done with me,
Though I smoked no more,
It was too late for me,
Emphysema came to me
Incurable, progressive,
100% fatal I was to see
Lung weakness strained the heart
Now Ventricular Fibrillation had a part
Another killer, matter of time,
Bought some though,
With implanted defib which was now mine
To fill the pot of aging ails,
Arthritic pain now prevails
Some 2 dozen meds
To take each day,,
Over this I have no say,
Newest toy; seizures grand,
On the floor I often land
Near constant pain makes we cranky
Deppresion is my constant companion
It get ever close to "All yea, hope abandon"
And to top it off, chronic insomnia,
Stay awake eight days
Brain turns to oatmeal
I live in a purple haze.
I don't complain,
I don't beat my breast,
In God swearing agony
Whenever he wants to take me
Is more than okay, you see.
Categories:
fibrillation, death, health, life, mystery,
Form: Bio
A pack a day,
An expensive way
To capture cancer,
Not a thing nice,
But I did it twice
Survived them somehow,
Operations did the trick,
And I know better now...
But cigarettes
Were not done with me,
Though I smoked no more,
It was too late for me,
Emphysema came to me
Incurable, progressive,
100% fatal I was to see
Lung weakness strained the heart
Now Ventricular Fibrillation had a part
Another killer, matter of time,
Bought some though,
With implanted defib which was now mine
To fill the pot of aging ails,
Arthritic pain now prevails
Some 2 dozen meds
To take each day,,
Over this I have no say,
Newest toy; seizures grand,
On the floor I often land
Near constant pain makes we cranky
Deppresion is my constant companion
It gets ever closer to;
"All Yea who enter, hope abandon."
And to top it off, chronic insomnia,
Stay awake eight days
Brain turns to oatmeal
I live in a purple haze.
I don't complain,
I don't beat my breast,
In God swearing agony
Whenever he wants to take me
Is more than okay, you see.
Categories:
fibrillation, death, health, life, mystery,
Form: Bio