(1)
fox pudding country--
oh my default performance
at manual bat!!!!!
(2)
profundity dung
preaching lard mop alchemy--
bum in Atlantis
(3)
putting my fortune
into charming herdsman's romp--
a tainted stuntman
(4)
putrefying glut-
ton's another monthly corpse
taunting attainments
(5)
pignut putty fumes
from slothful melting acorn
rot haunt iguanas
Donning sable spots on buff hearts:
With all the resolve an’ brutality
They pursue their prey;
Stopping at nothing but the
Quarry’s final gasp for a breath
They’re the pillaging African wild dogs:
So unflagging in the heart an’ rigid on feet
The ultimate hecklers of
He who stitches for others,
The one who gets lost on the way
They’re the invincible African wild dogs:
In deadly packs an’ persistent in manner
They grip their prey an’ rip it apart -
Preferring the budding an’ the hapless
That’s how they are; ferocious!
The resolute African wild dogs:
Heartless an’ inexorable, though
Oft their kill in no time they devour whole
Or a hunk excruciatingly torn off alive
Such ruthlessly merciless, so they are!
The cold-heart’d African wild dogs:
A time pinn’d down with an ample boulder
Or other piece with an equally sound weight
For now, the frenzy snappings an’ snarling
Render fleeting peace in the mottled hearts of theirs
Devouring an’ feasting like they do
On the now putrefying sworn enemy!
What happens when rotten strange fruit…
Hanging from trees of auction block wood
Become stinking pieces of black flesh…
Dried blood putrefying in murderous streets…?
When crystallized tears of remorse…Laden and
Loaded with explosive grief…Flow down weary
Faces wrinkled by time’s trials, tribulations and
Treacherousness and neglect of freedom, justice
And equality, all become like inconsequential
Sunned raisins and festering sores…?
When visions of deferred dreams become blurred
Realities,
Fogged by the steam of volcanic anger…Pray tell…
What happens?
Pray tell…what happens? And then what?—Please,
Pray tell?!
The tabby slinkily strutted across the yard
fresh kill held loosely in diamond teeth;
a turtle dove, its tiny head bobbing,
to the lazy rhythm of the loping cat.
A flash of pink spangled collar
around a plump, too fleshy neck
bears witness to a home;
domestication of a sort.
Still warm; the feathers barely ruffled
the offering limpidly dropped with pride
onto soft white cushions of a couch
will be repaid with loving words, treats,
a hand gliding along a soft arched back.
The cat, again among familiar things
will guiltless drowse, exhausted
from the day's first kill.
The dove will rot; its putrefying body
trashed among the other scourings.
Two hatchlings with gaping yellow beaks
wait vainly; abandoned, they too will die.
The cat's companion tends the feeder,
enjoying morning birdsong in her garden.
Turtle doves, red-listed birds,
now, three fewer.
transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.
beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.
abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.
interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.
moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.
he weeps with thoughts
of depravation,
seeking wholeness as he
is chilled to his putrefying
bones
mossy tombs surround
abandoned graves,
ivy stretches up rock filled
with decay
the raven soars with might-
gliding over death and
destruction,
fearing nothing,
preying on decomposing
souls
like a bloodline to remorse
he fears not sutures from
wounds too scarred to heal
darkness envelopes
(he is abandoned)
emerald fields flourish in
the distance-
they are nourished with
wholeness and warmth,
spreading empty promises
to the weak
-blessed are the ones who are
buried in the abyss of pain
12.17.19
-luloo
Truth bubbling forth as from a mountain spring.
A gem set in gold resting on purple velvet,
“Better a smooth step than a smooth tongue.”
He rotates his posterior to the world,
While his eyes are transfixed upon its reflection,
Body impacts a light pole without anticipation.
Mouth pontificating.
Heart petrifying.
Soul putrefying.
I feel so rustic,
The world being in such a haste
Than my normal pace of existence.
As sparks of thoughts form in my brain,
The time takes a giant leap,
And reflects on my novel thoughts
Calling it gibberish before it is born.
Each time I inhale,
The air I take is already putrefying
With the ills and wills of past,
And when I finally exhale,
My body is cleansed
From the suppressed past.
As my heart completes a single beat,
I see the world no more surviving with emotions,
And I feel like an entity, with a bag full of feelings,
That have lost its legitimacy, its significance.
Where is this time going?
My worn-out mind always wonder,
My old heart always sympathise,
My crumbling soul laments,
Everything changes so fast,
The land, the sky, the air,
Losing its appeal, its uniqueness,
As if it is chasing something,
Something much vital than time,
Something too luxurious,
That the world have chosen to cease
Making moments, creating memories,
Living, experiencing, appreciating,
And relishing the God-given life.
K.S.Lakshmi
(Apropos of Hughes’s Proverbial Question)
What happens when rotten strange fruit…
Hanging from trees of auction block wood
Become stinking pieces of black flesh…dried blood
Putrefying in murderous streets…?
When crystallized tears of remorse…Laden and loaded
With explosive grief…flow down weary faces
Wrinkled by time’s trials, tribulations…treacherousness—
And neglect of freedom, justice and equality
All become like inconsequential sunned raisins and festering sores…?
When visions of deferred dreams become blurred realities—
Fogged by the steam of volcanic anger—Pray tell…What happens?
Pray tell…What happens? And then what?—Pray tell!
Through dark ages
Through ugly ages
Through pale-faced lanky ages
We've crawled through the thorns of life and leapt fearlessly over life's hurdles.
Through the gates and walls that caged our birds
We crept and our birds sung free!
Our birds sung still!
Through dark putrefying valleys
Across seas and oceans that are as dark as the hour before the birth of a-new day!
Across the forehead of burning mountains
Under the eyes of the sun which burns like sulphur in a furnace
Here we are!
Free like a bird that dances across the amazon
Free as the ocean's water when it breaks through a firmament of rocks.
Here we are!
Swaying from side to side
Like the blooming wings of a flower.
Here we are!
Basking under the glistening lights of freedom and independence!
Across the Mediterranean beauty
Through the historical stockings of the Pyramids
Under the pure-hearted rains of the West that gloat us with awe.
Under the spell of the crimson-lipped songbird which sings across the mountains of the East!
Upon the natural awe of the South which makes the stars tremble!
Alas! Here we are!
Free Africans!
Free as rain!
I am moving in and out of these animated lies,
Silver linings now sagging shadows
Burning desires now dimming coals
How did I ever become so fixated
On such unreliable light?
It is the demon of doubt that reigns tonight
It’s got all the strings to the puppetry
Raising its arms to smite all joy
Condemning our souls to dull life’s shine
Where are you now,
My swelling source of hope?
Why do your eyes wander
Where danger canters?
Trotting on soils dried by the sun
My reason for living
Now my reason for moaning
Its dragging me by the hair now
Telling me to take refuge on its stage
So it can play us over and over
Succumbing to its pathetic goals
To its putrefying plans
All I ever wanted was a place I can feel
A place I can feel
At home
I don’t know how that feels
As I seek all these thrills
I still don’t know how that feels
No nourishment drawn from consuming
wolves and lions
It's the harmless tame creatures who grace
the environs
Nature produced them for their beauty and
grace
But now on dinner tables they have a secured
a place
Once drawing breath they have become
putrefying flesh
And fluid seeps forth staining zephyrs with
osmi of death
I tried to be strong, tried to be good
But staggering through hell
I’ve seen things that nobody should
I see the evil radiate and warm many souls
I turned my heart to stone
Thinking it was enough to keep me pure
But evil creeps, hunts me out, I’m sure
Happy and carefree I use to be
Love in my heart, overflowing for all to see
Hateful world, despair is all I now see
Putrefying piece of cold dead meat
Joy there was, now becoming obsolete
We should each keep to our own
I say to those, who turn on me
The pain and hurt you unleashed on me
Keep it afar do not further infect me
Or wrath unknown, you will set me free
You will experience fury like no other
The deepest depths of my inhumanity
Will drive you into infinite insanity
I will have nothing to lose
Retribution to gain
Blackness will be my soul
I will let darkness rain...
(another dark one :-) ...)
Journeying The Fiery Furnace Of Hate…
Once more and again, our hush harbors of audacious faith,
Studded with rainbow stained panes, have become matchless
To the penetrating beams of the putrefying rays of fearful hate:
Veiling the blessings of the sacred cross’s grace and righteousness.
The wayward children of Satan no longer wear their stained sheet
Scorched by the sweltering flames of God’s desecrated trees---
But scroll with ease into the sacred fold where peace and love meet:
With bowed heads---collectively sowing seeds of Grace on bending knees.
It is said that to forgive an erred human mind, is truly and act divine.
It is said that we must forgive frightened minds oblivious to what they do.
What a heavy burden heaped upon the bloody hearts of yours and mine;
May The Most High God forgive my wanting vengeance for me and for you!
Once more and again, let the fiery furnace of hate be drenched with holy water
from above.
Once more and again, let our earthly sojourn leave footprints of victory, unity
peace and love.
Scavengers of the land pick the bones off my memories.
Phantoms hide behind their cloaks then evaporate into smoke.
Come breathed the smoke of my lungs that's filled with putrefying chaos.
They say true love never dies but what do I know of true love?
When all I've ever known was heartache and sorrow.
Is love suppose to leave behind battle scars among your body
invisible to the naked eye or not?
I wear my heart like a straight jacket to avoid anything touching it.
I wander endlessly through the catacombs inside my head with this
secret void I have created.
I am shifting in and out of darkness where there is no darkness.
I have been shadow kissed by the coldness of death.
I feel the sting of frostbite creepin' in my soul.
How long must I linger between both realms?
I have become the catalyst of my own demise.
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