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Purr-fect feelings fall like shadows, down,
Casting hope into life’s greatest yearnings,
Purr-fect silence rains promises all around,
Shushing the extravagance of frisky earnings.
Purr-fect wonders exclude the restless meow,
From the promise of agility beyond compare.
Purr-fect stillness calms the most anxious brow,
Fantasizing about the mouse caught in a snare.
Pur-fect poise, dignified she abides the night,
Softly stirring the haunted nightmares of her stalked,
Purr-fect grace, begging for that first tender bite,
From the frozen heart she has assuredly shocked.
Purr-fect joy fills her heart and soul with hope,
When she remembers the cuddling of her human,
Purr-fect composure reminds her she can cope,
Unlike those careless canines, she can see - acumen
In the parched life of desiccated emotions desolate
I didn’t know there was nestled a calm niche of bliss
in the recess of my petrified heart I couldn’t locate
where lay unperceived a beautiful concealed oasis.
The dried tears of a hungry child begging on road,
the stilled eyes of a stupefied mother of a lost child,
the silent sigh of a sick destitute resigned to God….
All these unveiled the obscure oasis for me to find.
From the depth of cool shade of my heart I collect
soulful of serene solace in full measure I can gather,
from the colored horizon of the new dawn I reflect
mindful of hues of rising hope as life’s live treasure.
These I give to those from humane feelings’ reservoir
whosoever need under the fallen sky in times helpless.
In my ears serenading breeze of the oasis whispers….
Rejoice kindling in dim hearts little candles of kindness.
November 21, 2018
It is the grey of evening...soft lamps glow as our hood readies itself for some crumbs of comfort:
Old widows wrap themselves with pillows for third- hand affection,
Children yawn sure as rain that mothers will lullaby them like so ,
Single fathers brew coffee to tide them from a hard day's sweat-
Senior men listen to music begging for new memories...
Young ladies lonely shut off their doors... praying Psalm 91,
It is evening. This is where we are...getting older in wisened thoughts , to gather slivers of reflections, of dreams met and unmet...
Icy winds shiver a bit asking: how will we savor to the pulp, this one beautiful life possessed?
And the light shuts off.
Loneliness the circles
In which the daydream never ends
I wish you'd go away those times
So I could find you once again
Perhaps a hole-in -middle whirlpool
The nothing that ever stays
A fist of clenching handful
A farmer begging God for rain
A plague of desperation
No welcome needs around
The sideway glance of people
As if you were a paedophile
An intrusion of their selfish plans
A car with a one way steering wheel
Thats always headed home
A dust devil with nowhere else to go
A ship that wayward stranded
Marooned on a broken beach
A schoolroom devoid of students
And theres nothing else to teach
Sitting so low in the restaurant
Furtive glances all eyes on me
I walk through them, they look through me
I'm a drive-thru KFC
Her virtue were her beauty spot
But she drove the rain to tears
Eating chicken in the parking lot
She didnt fit with all my fears
[ a nette onclaud collab ]
As twilight moves through the glass of dawn
I catch my shadow hiding among trees,
like ripped gauze from a withering leaf,
that slips into the brazen darkness
weary from cracks of brittle tears,
alone once more
looking for souls who are not there ...
and I weep for unfinished dreams
upon a mute moon,
while begging for fate’s new postscript
to hurl the way, a different song this time.
Unfinished vows left behind, on this night,
I cast light from the sterilized room,
matching shadows throughout the twilight
something of dreams creeps below the pillow
searching for peace and serenity
numbers become numb
I can't breathe, knowing I'm incomplete,
trite tears longing to be together
lyrics become darkness,
the sun makes laughter once more
leaving a plume of dreams above the sheets.
A Poet Destroyer Collaboration
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Apologies to Time
I'm sorry I didn't find myself when you called out silently to me again and again,
I thought you were rushing me but you were only begging me to look with open eyes,
I'm sorry I used you like something endless and without clear boundaries,
I'm sorry I spent you healing wounds that had no need of healing.
I wasted you carelessly when you were telling me what matters and what doesn't matter,
you were giving me signs and I answered with my sins called weakness,
I called them habit, I called them life, I justified them with empty words and excuses,
I dragged you even into my love asking you to wait with me there.
I remained loyal to hope loving someone in silence like a cosmic mute,
believing that waiting was proof that my feelings were pure and sincere,
I told myself that love needs time so I waited and waited,
without knowing the difference between patience and the fear of moving forward in life.
You spoke through weary mornings and through conversations half-finished,
through dreams that kept returning because I refused to end them when I was awake,
I blamed you for my age and for the heaviness in my hollow chest,
for the mirror that asks questions I wasn't brave enough to answer.
But it was never your voice only my cowardly and continuous avoidance always,
I said I have time when what I had was actually just fear and dread,
I said tomorrow when today was already breaking into pieces beneath my feet,
I said I will become when becoming needed sincerity not waiting.
I'm sorry I turned you into a threat when you were trying to be a teacher,
I'm sorry I cursed your speed instead of understanding your warning,
you never took anything from me you are not the thief of my lost life,
I gave everything away slowly and knowingly pretending not to notice how it all disappears.
If this sounds like regret it's because I finally listened to your clear voice,
and if this sounds like truth it's because you left me no more room to lie,
I'm sorry because I didn't find myself when you called out silently to me always,
I thought you were rushing me but you were only begging me to look at reality at last.
Pots & Pans
We see on the net a dust bowl of horror called Gaza
people with remarkable pots and pans begging for
food around an open kitchen; the thought is, do they
keep the poets and pans so clean, do they take turns
licking clean any vestige of nourishment of the said
utensils, which tells me there is a Palestine under
the ruins and there will always be a Palestine, if not
Today, but tomorrow it will be the day the flag will
hang from every ruin, free of Israel's hatred, and
endemic caused by the malicious influence of the USA
From the time America was influenced by the people
of the Old Testament
government directives
corruption at her highest pinnacle
scientists are looking to save people
but they are concentrating on all
not just the rich
poverty of spirit is rampant
drought has lasted two months
water table is hard and dried out
rain is a but a vague memory
scientists speak of flowers
no one has them not even violets
food import has been approved
but food is not what we need
the electricity in the air is non-existent
dams are unmoving
water is at an all time low
we are conserving
scientists are begging the government to
drill boreholes now,
to find the much needed veins of water
which might save us from early death
where do we store all this food
the government asks
no one cares
what good is food to the dead
Water is life
we should be concentrating on water
Scientists are crying
storage of food?
Some welcome death
A relief
There is no escape from strange morning whims,
when irritation causes numbness in my limbs.
Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis,
rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis,
disturbing the peace of my silent reverie,
tormenting all that is felt as sensory.
I despise the chirping of hungry birds,
so intrusive as they sing in their herds.
Echoing like chisels chipping at my head,
feeling chained to the corners of my bed.
I seek no pardon for my profanity,
these moods are ***ing with my sanity.
I search for signs of positivity,
but daylight always triggers my sensitivity.
Mind slices my thoughts through dissections,
as I hold my head craving for soundless reflections.
Sluggish eyes with black bags and static lips,
cringe at the mirror as reality grips,
washing away a contradictive smile,
without harmony my life is too much of a trial.
Thinking f*** my life through censored cries,
I don't even have the strength to roll my eyes.
Is there a diagnosis for this prognosis?
Or will I forever be in this state of hypnosis?
I’m neither depressed nor suppressed,
in this cramped compression of distress.
I’m anxious attempting to figure it all out,
stumbling across worn voices begging to shout.
Those explosive beats from poisonous roots,
soften my crumbling knees like rotten fruits.
All I can think is,
“oh please, cut that crap”
battling my demons, before I finally snap.
As my mind bleeds like a demented creep,
I no longer require the desire to speak.
As talk is cheap,
can’t you see all I need is sleep.
To forever restrict my emotions before I weep.
Tired of being a puppet with twisted strings,
I hope these pills can tame my mood swings.
I see your light blue eyes and watch your mouth
I want to believe, I do, I do.
So I smile, it is a tiny bit fixed….
You have no idea, do not notice.
For it is all about you. It always has been.
The lies come easily, you do not blink or flinch.
You are sorry, you will never again.
You are contrite, sobbing, begging for forgiveness
My bruised, battered face is conflicted.
Do I hold you? Will it make it better?
What happens if I act like I do not believe?
Will another beating come?
Relieved I am still here, I wrap my arms around you.
Wanting to believe you. This time will be different.
This time you mean it.
My eye is swollen shut.
I am hoping you will sooth my hair,
Touch my face, give me a bit of soothing too.
But you can’t.
For it is all about you.
It always is.