A mutation of broken parts from unspoken monsters,
unsettling by heart yet comforting in touch.
Move no mountains for this unfortunate miscreation;
endless waves have made monsoons weep.
Timeless tales have woven a quilt of myths—
how the echo filters reality from the light.
Why must thorns pierce through the field of forgiveness?
Silent spheres meant for homing—
might it be the sharpness that drenches itself in gold,
swallowing the secrets of bleeding stars,
while purging threats of thunder in fragile jars?
Leave no bones to bind,
no barks from heinous hounds.
I am the silver lining between love and longing,
the grizzly gates built by broken men.
What is left of this fragrant fruit that holds no seeds?
Take no pain from the soils that give empty needs.
Save those songs for better days,
for a harp from heaven will have softer things to say.
Vaticanus, the natal deity
Had sown the star seed
And caused the vagitanus
Even the angels wept
With joy to hear her cry
He was charting out her destiny
Visualising his future posterity
Beaming on this beautiful earth
The babies, he mused smilingly,
First learnt to chant his name
Surely the animalistic shrieks heard now
Were from the dungeons of hell
He pushed aside the thick murky clouds
To see the sweet babe with a twisted neck
Loud wails of the mother to see her dead
Tore through the heavens waking up all gods
Out of peaceful slumber at their miscreation
Even the angels' cries thundered at the outrage
Of another demonic sexual carnage on a holy land
The heaps have been piling of female foeticide
And one more angel added to the celestial stars
(May 5, 2016
Judged on May 6, 2015 by John Lawless)
June 6, 2015
For Second Chance 2 by Eve Roper
*vagitanus is the first cry of a baby
Anguished cries in lieu of incoherant whisperings
Ambiguous foundations crack beneath our feet
Force eyes closed, hopes and dreams, glittering
Blood shed and battle cries, exhibit my defeat
Clawed hands quarry to grasp a new-found stranger
Twisted features unrecognisable upon a face
That so freely loved and laughed, void of dangers
Now a monster, a miscreation who feeds from disgrace
Distorting ecstacy into the soddenest seasons
Publically perform for all this mental masquerade
Vindicated, exculpated, for a million and one wrong reasons
Formulate liberation, then surrender, I'm afraid.
Where are you now, miss you, where did you go?
Pursuing lugubrious memories for familiarity
Chasing pipedreams from shadows, give them a blow
Repudiate your oppresive abuse, reclaim my sanity
23rd August 2011
Strangled virgin's hold, shallow grave in the muddy field
Drenched with the tears streamed down my face from a pleasure to guilty
Is it nothing but a sedimenatry follow up of the past behind me?
Just picture a young boy in pieces instreets from a love once had
Maybe the reprocussions convulse such morbid dreams
Or maybe they were there from the start
If the words I gave her told me her neck is in my hands
The window's opportunity would come so sweetly
She's a miscreation of the liars' breed
Now the worries withhold something new
If the world stops spining girl you'd better keep the moving
Then the silence breaks your hold as you woke up the dead
I've made mistakes but make the day at my whim
And now not only are you endangered
But to point extinction I will hunt
To the bitter end of my day
Not all will be safe
Only the honest will be safe