There’s never been a night so blue, the moon nowhere around;
I sit here weary and askew, ghost whispers only sound.
As darkness overtakes the land, I ponder love and life;
the loneliness I feel at hand, incises like a knife.
These demons deep within my soul that torture me this way;
deprive me, like a vicious troll, from feeling whole today.
June 18, 2018
Some emotions are so very deep…
They bubble at the surface in our hearts, like a delicious stew that incises the lonely traveler…
Love and passion are two of these intense emotions…
You can give them away and still have plenty to spare…
Like a few comfortable jeans you can sit and read a book in on a lazy afternoon…
But the betrayal of that love and passion can cut you to the core and feel as if your heart was ripped out and thrown onto the cold floor…
Still, you go on in life wishing and hoping to be cherished and loved by a beloved soul…
To know once in for all, how it truly is to be cherished…
There is something , which hides you under these heavy burdened eyes..
Which lives under the tides of waves..
Which coerces my smile to turn into tears..
Which dwells pain into my visage..
There is something which draws me towards to walk in desert ..
There is something , which howls more than my peace..
Which incises my soul..
which engraves wounds in my heart..
Which makes me frighten..
Which concedes myself coward..
There is something which wails me to get wounded..
There is something, which shoves me to walk towards darkness..
Which imposes me to confess death..
Which compels me to live life..
There is something which intimidates me to get faded..
I will clench my pen to my heart where fair minds are slothful to reach;
I will breed my psychosis to conceivable saneness,
Beyond the inaptness of convincing man or anything they could teach!
I will clench my pen to my heart to heal my contravened poems,
Until the gauge of perceptive beat the world to my hefty tongue
To put my name in writing like incises of poetry in unregimented times!
I will do this and all this because I can only be me but none else,
I will, “until the day go dead and shadows flee.”
Until the end of time!
I will hit it off from my cerebral lea to bleed my thoughts free
In and out of time until the day go dead and shadows flee
With unsettled fades like the concept of Elizabethan writer’s spree!
I will rail kachikau to unflustered bounds,
Where in prayer, peace, poetry and common grounds!
We slam our knotted pates until dawn deceases down to day
Where everything I wrote would stay!
But someday I shall be no more to contain your tears when you cry for my withered creeds,
So learn, understand and acknowledge a little bit of me!
Now, before day go dead and shadows flee!
In his tiny eyes,
I saw a little glance of life,
His innocent face reflects his poverty,
As he was facing a great storm in himself,
His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams,
He was too small for that school,
A little mechanic with a bag of tool,
His childhood spending along,
Playing with screw driver and handsaw,
The sun molesting him through his light,
Abusive language incises his feelings of delight,
Brow beating by his cruel master,
He was too small for that disaster,
A little mechanic with a lots of fears,
Every evening my bus was passing near his workshop,
I saw him and he smiles as he was happy with his life,
Besides his beautiful smile,
i was reading his griefs file,
Too many desires alive,
How much he was brave,
Changes his face like a wave,
May God help him and Save,
I pray for him everyday,
He was too small for that aim,
A little mechanic with a strong faith,
Bursting tumors spew cancer confetti
Leaving me sick and frail
Consuming cells, I've fever, I'm sweaty
My skin is dry and pale.
As ivy spores suck strength from their host
Gaining strength from substance within
Cancer consumes human tissue for growth
Forever changing what might have been.
This evil aggressor grows and invades
Paving a destructive path
A surgeon's scalpel incises with blades
Increasing my helpless wrath
Radiate sites of nourishment
Deny this invasive raider
There are years ahead yet to be spent
Not hosting this cell invader.