Lachrymose Poems

Insomnia

Midnight,
Hoots and despondent howls
From crevasses of puking earth prompt weakness at slumber

Webs!
They encircle the pin-line threads of silence, viciously muted,
Drawing porous patterns of maladroitness

Dawn,
Loose drops of old water, cusp-sized, blend with the rays of the
Rising sun, smelting our principles.

Images,
Lachrymose consternations congeal the blood in our brows,
Stifling the grace of blinking lashes

And we lose patience.
There’s a new-nurtured ruggedness
Which opens the snouts while we yawn.

In the distance,
Moonlight, sapped, means nothing with her downward gaze.
But the sound of maudlin drums hastens closer and nearer.

A TALE OF A DECADE

As I meander 'neath bougainvillea's resplendent flare,
A lachrymose tear descends, delicate and rare.
It glides o'er my visage, where memories dwell -
Nostalgia pirouettes in an ephemeral spell. 

A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea,
Whiffs of solace levitating from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like a rose dew on morning's nap.

Once a diva, enshrined in radiant effulgence,
Now scattered like meteorite dust, yet still rich in resonance.
From molasses, I emerge, each step a soft reclamation,
As blossoms unfurl, heralding my quiet resurrection.

Lessons linger in memory’s endless mosaic. 
Seasons sail serenely, steadfast and stoic. 
Worth blooms not in victories alone -
Be the heartbeat that heals when twilight’s grown.

Axiomatic Sliver

statuesque thy porcelain - so bright/or pure
art thou hung as in some sacred place before
a trophy to the human form; desire paramour,
and thus, ‘twould sing sweet songs of grace, adieu.
in museums, thy pulchritude doth abide - it flys
to be viewed by those who pass by - day/night
but in thine eyes - there lies a story - hidden - within
that tells us all of love’s deep play; to an untimely end
lachrymose fountains ribbon, splatter sanguinary drop
countenance in quicksilver, snarl-like smile washes visage
some places bloodstains don’t come off, covered in spots
transcendent shots thy kiss of life, sen en met, when death stops

No One Is Looking

Cadence lowers its tenebrous tempo
Dulcet to a morose Memento Mori-bund
Lachrymose ribbon garnet fountain
Ruby rivulets in wine glass Chardonnay
Bubble floats to pop
Silence yet I sway

Miasma tang vitae oh Nueva
So they swing on a rope seputchra
Momma Mia mommy
Bites her lips
Somersault flips
Debauchery

In my hidden boutique adornment boudoir
My basement locked ossuary

Modern World

Roses are black, cutting is blue
Maelstrom and hack, precise strike true

Napalm burst fire, hollow chess piece 
Tragic this pyre, reaper scythe cease

Plead cry beg scream, dying fashion
Guillotine gleam, bang cranium 

Click back hammer, finger trigger
Silver shimmer, flash and flicker

Dying quicker, so cold, shiver
Sever beats torn by asunder

Clown car’s lachrymose red ribbons
Town bars fountain vain, shark fin

A Prayer List

Lord, I come to Thee with :
lachrymose eyes
sorrowful heart
an empty lap
a barren womb
babe-yearning hands
an open mind
a wounded soul
a silent cry
a longing core
heartfelt prayers
life void of joy
dejected mood
downcast spirit
cheerless feelings
blue emotions 

Lord, help me overcome :
wipe Thou my tears
grant joyful heart
fill lap with love
open my womb
soon hold a child
mind full of joy
repair this soul
hear Thou my cry
give smiling core
answer prayers
renew laughter
uplift my mood
cheer my spirit
grant good feelings
colour my life

Our Droplet Ripples

Sailing the seas of life, we find ourselves adrift, carried away with no compass or map to guide our way.

Our bodies, two vessels destined for collision on the jagged cliffs of the fray, ensnared by death’s velvet chains bound our amatory embrace.

Shipwreck that leaves us both in the auroral abyss, lachrymose tide drops two ebb us away, but we chose not to fade.

I’ll hold you sapphire sanctuary of solace,
living or stuffed euphrosyne, my ensnared.

Our kiss connects, waves dissolve, waxen effigy
surrendering its form, boundaries blurring ravenous hunger for kisses pulled us through the thunderstorm.

Beloved, promise me, you won’t let go.

She Deserves Respect

momma is tired of these kids
never clean 
just do what they wish
that’s why I gave them scarlet necklaces
yes baby
adulterer is already home hehe
not going through his dumb phone 
garnet slip with a heartbreak locket choker instead
so deep I chop off his head
dance and twirl in his ribboning ruby mist 
lachrymose
xenotransplantation limbs planted
my severed garden
petals fly each time they bud and sprout back out
chop them down like weeds 
next time you should stop and think
gaze into your mother or wife’s eyes asking
is she capable
find out
I would bet your life she is

Raindrops Lachrymose

Splashes levels drains cerulean aquifer
Azure axioms encapsulation in crystalline shimmer
Ping tumultuous sapphire in a thunderously storm
Lightning in sand castle amassing the goblet
Chalice of oasis with a puff of condensation
Rivulets fuse in mass of mercury river
Flows in forks down cheeks to waterfall
Ripple on the petal of a black rose
To bend and lachrymose below

Morier Invictus

Esoteric enchantress mellifluously serenades
Abattoir hymn of threnody in this boudoir 
Quintessential embodiment of thanatopsis
Quixotic dreamscape’s lachrymose fountain
Melody of scarlet puppetry in a masquerade 
Grandiloquent gaiety phantasmagoric vitae

Bury Me

Threnody dirges miseries
Severance of machinations
The gravedigger’s shovel buries
These coffin crypt lamentations
Lachrymose welts filling levees
Life’s vile xenotransplantations
Psychopomp as a wraith’s whisper
Dust swept away by a zephyr

Sweet Tooth

Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.

Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.

Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.

Glue Her Heart

Her heart has turned to glass
Broken shards that stab her from within
Lost in her sea of sorrow
She hardly feels the tears pouring from her soul
Melancholy reigns, marring her mind
She drowns day after day in her ocean of worries
Smiling, when there's no end to her problems
To whom can she open up? 
Who really knows her real state? 
To whom can she share her regrets with? 
Who will pull her up from this dark depression? 
This chasm that seems to consume her? 
This chaos that runs amok, ruining her? 
This speechless pain that silences every other thought? 
Who can cure her heart? 
Glue those shattered pieces back into one whole? 
Take control of her lachrymose life? 
Comfort her, hold her when she needs it the most? 
WHO...? 
Is there no hope?  
Is there no answer to her cry?
Is there no rope for her to hold on? 
Why does life have to be so hard? 

SHE LAUGHS...

Gone

He puffs in the nightly brume
His noctambulous proclivity
He calls it, a force of habit
Something automatic
Tonight is especially morbid
Atrabilious even
As he hunches gaunt
Over her headstone
That has grown verdant
Of many a night waxed lachrymose
The midnight wind is severe
A morbid creak fills his ears
He calls it his familiar
His body enervated
A chiliad of nights and tears
Have taken their toll
Gaunt from endless prayers
Then an icy apparition so clear
A familiar, sum of his fears,
Appears, standing in the midnight air
An icy depth and an icy glare his familiar
A formication forms in his chest
As usual no words exchanged
The wind blows the mist away
And soft rain begins to fall
And the owl begins to howl
She is gone, she is gone!

Deep Inner Meaning Part Two

Hue and cry road map,
totem sign or lachrymose,
knee-deep self compass,
wading bird of psychic lull,
being is a misty quest,
that oblong pointer centered,
on some phantom bridge,
or other crossing transient,
poignant ache so visceral,
impulse-ridden dark patch,
end of tunnel pastel, 
bogus flicker, sham beam,
bagatelle, mere hollow slant,
doomed fool’s gold water rush,
shroud of lambent steam,
wet eye craving mirror,
on false dawn ripple,
pause amid the sweep,
on the chalk freckled mall,
a canny inkling nudges

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