Love Dark Poems

Continent of Lilies

A daylight will stay with us from on high
And mailings will be reviewed when I sigh
Among bleeding cacti within the fence
After we are engaged in a pretence
Here I, reversal permeability
Reduced to wearing only this vittae 

Our Effervescence

In the darkest of shadows
where deaths distress throes
where haboob cold winds blow
sandstorms one only knows
and where the heart’s a swindler,
a flame needs its kindler
The force of darkness ends
as sparking awareness mends
As the sun responds with heat
at dawn's rising we greet
Gratify light and energy
ratify our source of synergy
Life’s thriving in Amazonia
since days of Babylonia 
Goddess Flora’s

A Pub Halfway to the Heavy Affair

The largest part of this abandoned warehouse

for creative dilemma is still in the ash medium

from you reach.

Though you’ve part of this morning haze that won’t go unrecognized.

Now that we’ve finally managed to right away ahead of our views across the bridge, it seems that elsewhere you’ve made every effort to prove yourself with your wrongly

watch my wristwatch

watch my wristwatch
      and what time is it
     I cannot not tell you
though this is partly sunny
each laughter from the room
                    is that document
   

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                                                   it’s still brick
 

Once Upon a Night

I look from my window—
the city is silent and serene.
I give another glance:
the light of bulbs moves slowly
through the twilight night.
Suddenly,	
the uproar of parasite cars
breaks the seamless silence,
conspiring against the beauty
born of that celestial scene.
The wondering, waning moon—
like a besought fortune—
shy and quiet,
approaches me.
Enchanting, she whispers:
Take my light
and ignite the darkness within.

MY CLARITY TO HER

Baby we're still young 
Vibrant and promising 
I promise you 
Together we can grow strong 
Before we get old
We can correct our wrongs 
So let the bond be strong, holding onto each no matter the circumstances.

Let's stay locked in 
Together we'll build
Our own empire 
I am the king and you are the queen 
Ruling our

She breathes in shards

She laughs like an unfinished song—
all melody, no return.
Wears lipstick like armor
and kindness like a borrowed coat
two sizes too large.

She collects cracked mirrors
not to look at herself—
but to see how many versions
can survive the breaking.

She tells me she’s fine
with eyes that scream
in Morse code.

Once, I caught her staring
at a calendar that never turned.
She whispered,
“I think

Red Dog

Loyal, docile, obedient dog
Why did you leave me all alone?
Now I'm a sheep with red wool,
And maybe it's your fault.
Fumbling sheep calls your name in the dark,
Not the one beside you.
Only the sheep with red wool
Wants to be there with you.

LOVE LOST

Love lost, by lies and broken promises. 
Lost by the one who promised forever, then became lost. 
Lost by evil and forces of dark. 
Lost by greed and other forces that mark. 
Love is always the path to light and love. 
Sadly, some cannot find their way to true love and get lost. 

Indian Wasteland

It is the world of Shiva and Shaitan
It is the world of Krishna and Kant

Devi on Nandi holding Demon and Son
Devotees, Deities, Ash, Claps and Fun

Fragile girl carrying child in her arm's
Not mother but a sister’s virgin palms

To Die for him but not a bruise to touch
Just Bottom pinching nothing too much

Anguish in her arms

Heavenly II

By noon, the halls throb with static, a low thrum like teeth grinding in sleep. The school, half-submerged in memory, holds its breath. Beneath a cracked skylight, a locker peels open by itself, slow as a yawn. Inside: a paper crown, soaked in ink, and a polaroid of a girl with mirrors for eyes.
In the

How to Make Love to a Didgeridoo X

A cello moans through cedar fog,
low notes trembling between her teeth.
Amber bowstrings tighten, vibrating against ribs—
wood groans beneath the weight of sound.

Resin clings to fingertips,
drawn taut over hollow curves.
Each bow stroke sharpens the air,
Splitting migraines into cascading cacophony 

The final note—
held breath, a whispering overtone,
unraveled into stillness.

Meat Market

Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and white, reflecting off the muscle striations, the fine marbling of fat. The attendant, masked and impassive, weighed the cost. A rib’s soft curve. A shoulder blade,

i can't breath

I am in the cold, you looked me out here.
frostbite hits me, the cold air punishes me.
why did i talk, why did i try to make things better. 
when i never can. it is my mouth that gets me in  to trouble.

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