invincibility had been a difficult pastime
the flak vest of insecurity and coverups
had managed to inflate anxieties and fears
to the bursting point of impromptu explosion
the festering boil had to be lanced at any cost
for resentments anger hurt and self-harm to subside
a bullet proof illusion was no longer an option
to call it friendly fire would be an understatement
what started as a splinter soon became a red-hot cudgel
incising the mind soul body complex of delusions
yet no more fully detached from valid emotions
he decided that having feeling was better than amnesia
When the starless nights are opaque,
and the haze draped days are dark,
to walk the life’s pathway isn’t easy.
When the flowers of the garden wither,
and the grass of the pasture turns brown,
hopes drown in the sea of tear.
When the meandering road to travel is long,
and the wheel of time turns on the last lap,
the focused vision of wisdom for insight is lost.
When the pathway turns into a turbulent river,
incising within mind the course of its own,
I sail sanguine to the ordained destination.
I don’t then measure the span of space and time,
take the route as set for me
across the revolving nights and days I get.
I don’t ask the purpose of the journey,
for I won’t ever know, but I’m sure,
someone will take me to the valley of flowers.
I don’t sink hope in the abyss of despair,
but travel content and confident
on the new walkway I pave in the present terrain,
kindling in my mind the beacon of introspection
to illumine the convivial sanctum of the serene soul,
I see in its precinct the gate of the goldilocks zone open.
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April 2, 2021
Contest : Goldilocks Zone
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
The swell is rising,
furrowing the brow of seascape,
forewarning of storm arising.
Sheer bliss for surfers,
toil and trouble incising
ferment and foreboding
on sailor's foreheads, glistening,
with the spray and froth flung
from wave-top manes breaking,
off from white horses on the bay prancing.
24 September 2019
Calm was the sea where I stood,
The rays of the sun like daggers incising the waters
Now and then a small breeze disturbing the stillness
Nothing could disturb the blue sky not even a small cloud.
The sandwich I was eating filled me up,
Waste not and the piece of bread thrown into the water…..
Within a second a school of sardines surrounded the food
As a parade of glorious proud swans appeared
Detaching lunch was ready.
As Swans are often a symbol of love and fidelity,
And because of their long-lasting, apparently monogamous relationships,
I felt somehow disturbed to see them behave as wild hooligans
Fighting for their hunger.
Her forked tongue slithers from her mouth like two razor blades...
I hide behind the corner in anticipation.
Her love. Her love is nothing more than tattered hollow sentiments;
lost in translation long ago.
She weaves a tapestry of vague riddles and lies; seducing me...
Incising me with small breaths of memories.
That light that resided behind her eyes has been stolen and
replaced with nothing.
I am now only waiting...
Waiting for her attack...
Sharp teeth incising my neck,
It's uncontrollably going on trek,
Intimate vampire whom can't be seen,
From his wounded mouth slowly drip my flesh and blood,
Assasination pinned to mortify the efficacy of an elite,
My heart is gradually tearing from its position,
Already,my fore limbs are choped off by his sharpened dagger,
His enlogated nails are pluging off my eyes,
"Return no more",
The assassin said within an uproar,
"I'm February 13th from stapled territory crowned to cause demean,
Ruling with hatched and mingled sin,
Tyranically subbed to configure false traits,
When I'm done with you,...you'll be left a constraint,
Your intenstines would be taken out through your palms,
And you'll respect my day before the red day comes.
Well,my speech is less painful than my well boiled harms,
So take it fast before life in you is gapped.
See you later when I return with heavy club."
The pit of me
Has been churning you
The thought
The scent
The feel
Every detail
Memory
The spur incising
Tender tissue
This precious grit
What once was us
Condensed years hence
A void
To show for but
One stone
A pearl
17.11.06
Composed for John Lawless'
"Two Word Challenge"
Submitted to Brian Strand's
A December Premiere Contest