I walked through the valley of darkness.
How breathtakingly beautiful it was.
Gaze of birds watching over me,
I draw a veil molded in ocher clay.
I walked holding my breath.
Unseen, the ticking sound of unseen birds,
I walked through that valley of darkness,
Drawing yet another veil.
I do not pray.
At least not in this moment.
Though my body is feminine,
Inheriting the wild instincts of a seven-generation cat,
Before a swarm of cockroaches can infect me in an instant,
I sense it beforehand and let out a fierce roar.
"Meow!" "Hssss!"
Why, you ask?
The life of the slum
Always cries out,
Even within its depths,
Building its own cruel pyramid,
To attack me—
Someone they deem even less than themselves.
Attracts, what is for light
Of a blackness, bright.
A cave to a bat. Evil
To a fiend's winged fright.
Moon-cast whose shadow-effect
Chillingly detect!
Stricken, may well be, with guilt;
Whose fear did infect.
I pick and scratch and stretch
Mutilate
Infect
Bleed
It drives me, separate
From relief
Akin to hunger.
Manual breathing
Counting
The minutes
The bites
The steps
Call it a quirk
I name it demand.
Addiction
What is an addict…
There is no powder
Or liquid
But still I feel ants under my skin
Until the ritual is complete.
Compulsion is one thing
Obsession another
But when the two meet,
The horseman ride
And I don’t know if the end will come.
The pendulum screams as it slices the air,
A blurred arc of frantic, kinetic despair.
From the pole of delight to the pole of regret,
We pay down the interest on spiritual debt.
Hot bleeds to cold, and the day bleeds to night,
A binary flicker of shadow and light.
But watch for the apex, the top of the swing,
Where gravity pauses and loses its sting.
The zero-point field where the current goes dead,
Before the next thought can infect the head.
Here is the silence that deafens the ghost,
The guest uninvited who becomes the host.
The ego is hungry, a mechanism of steel,
Grinding the grist in the turn of the wheel.
It hunts for a future, it mourns for a past,
But the gap is the anchor that holds the soul fast.
In the breach of the circuit, the spark is set free,
Not what you are, but what you will be.
We hang in the balance, unmade and unbound,
Safe from the trap, where we cannot be found.
Another day,
Another death,
Another tear,
as I take another breath
Steady wondering if I'll be next
So much loss
only memories left
Each time hurts less & less
Disgusted with who I've become
almost out of self respect
Filthy & scarred up
sweat & dirt on my neck
Knowing Ima wind up alone
but what else can I expect
I'm fckng stressed!!!
Arms & hands just fckd
from all the drugs
I continue to inject
Ima fckng reject
I made myself this way
stay tryna disconnect
Got way too many memorial cards
I already had to collect
It's like my mind & soul
are so wrecked
Wish I could js relax & reflect
But my heart objects & stays unchecked
As I steady neglect & infect
my once pure soul
That now has this nonstop decaying hole
Everything feels so.. damn.. cold..
This fckng existence is so damn old
I don't know how to get a hold
And stop this chaotic painful misery
As it rapidly unfolds
Why am I so scared to be alone?
Already lost almost every single soul that was close
..I shoulda known
It was so clearly shown
I js couldnt get it thru my thick fckng dome
That this reality im in
Never was and never could be home
When all is said and done !!
Listen the voice of silence ??
As the truth turns into an illusion
And our life a bittersweet lie
Our emotions a distorted smile
Of nothing but wasted year
That have been washed away
by the sands of time
Listen to the voice of silence
As Humanity embraces its inner beast
Stick and stone my broke my bones
But words kill
You see the devil will give you so much
Love he will infect you With so much affection that you would want to spend
The last day in hell
In a world were purpose is forgotten
We're a man seeks Fame , rather than a good name
We're the is no shame in the process
As long as you get the proceed the end justifies the needs
We have been trained in the art of deceit
We nolonger know how to stand for the truth
Even in death we never speak the truth
I think that's the reason on the grave it's written here He/she liars
We leave in a world were our dreams will find you sleeping planting the hopes our tomorrow
In death beds
Life seems like a prison
monster dog had not meant to be bitten
but the vampire cat sneaked up like a cozy kitten
With one little munch, dog turned into a vampire too
His eyes got wooly and red and his skin turned aquamarine blue.
Now he is the biter, looking for others to infect.
Yesterday he got a worm, a rat, and an insect.
Monster dog is not mean, it’s just the vampire way.
Hurry! There’s a rabbit; don’t let it get away!
There come those moments when men cease to be men
And turn into dogs.
Dogs that bite and dogs that whine;
Dogs that lay
Panting
On top of you
And infect you with their spilling saliva
Dulled eyes full of starving thoughts of violence.
They’re all so charming until you see the rabies in their mouths
And their lips,
Docked by their hunger
Grinning like you can’t see the intentions in their bared gums
Or the savagery in their rolling tongue.
“You know what they say about dogs,” your mother’s voice echoes
“They’ll tell you that they love you,
But they’ll eat you when you’re dead.”
“Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.”
? William Shakespeare, Richard III
Why, oh why
I can’t lie
I let you get too close
And I got pink eye!
you're so majestic, i don't deserve you
you're so grand, i don't deserve you
your heart is nothing but pure
and i fear my gray one will infect yours too
my love can cross borders but yours can cross universes
i hope the sun smiles at the brightest for you
you're kind, i don't deserve you
you're the muse i don't want to hurt, i don't deserve you
Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
The happiness thing in life
Is to bring happiness to others
And infect more happiness to all people.
A candle can't burn without a wick
Even if there is a wick
It has to be lit to make sense.
The progress of society
Is not made by shouting
It is made with unity and action.
Be angry with no man
And you will increase your life span.
Anger works against your conscience
And is a public relations hindrance.
Find out the good in everyone
For it' is in all under the sun.
Admittedly, some do dastardly things,
Often born of their yearnings.
Infect all around you with love,
Thereby building wealth up above.
You'll furthermore win people's hearts;
Yes, a niche in their inward parts!
You sure will suffer mistreatments
But if you bear up under disappointments
You are accepting your business losses
And are on track for reaping grosses!
A government of feral Jackals
The masses bound with chains and shackles
They infect us all with fear and lies
Empty promises from empty eyes
As our lives move and rearranges
We struggle on while nothing changes
They sympathize with our frustrations
Then hound us all for more donations
They say it with such sincerity
But it's just for their prosperity
It's ludicrous and quite defeating
When will history stop repeating
Do you know
many things
understanding
not one
Portending
your weakness
pretense
on the run
The trash bin
of knowledge
refills
left unchecked
Pontificate
dirges
spout off
— to infect
(The New Room: July, 2024)
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