It's not too late
To change for good
Clean our ways
Clean our lives.
It's not too late
To repent from sin
Repair bad traits
Prepare soul for cleansing.
Tsunami 2004
You, Nature, raised your voice again
By pouring power over men,
Crashing the wrath of ruthless tides,
And leaving emptiness behind.
You bear no guilt and no remorse,
You only took your nature's course.
To you it might've brought relief,
To them it meant fear and grief.
Your surge came at the highest price -
Lost homes, lost battle, and lost lives.
The site of pain no longer shaking
In aftermath the hearts still aching.
April 22, 2021
Adversaries are none
When trepidation emerges
Rhetoric voices undone
Temper surges
Contrive modes of destruction
Follows continuous bashing
Unequivocal construction
Without talk trashing
All human feelings have become cheaper,
Nobody wants to be a hero,
It's a shame, and we roared out loud,
But don't believe that you can forget.
We often don't do what we need to do
And that brings us to the window at night,
Insomnia will Wake us up casually,
But do not believe that I will reproach you for this.
We all keep our distance,
To avoid flashing a rainbow of feelings,
So that only despair can live in us,
But don't believe that there are no other feelings.
We speak boldly all about the world,
But do we know anything about it?
He's no longer in our apartment
And don't believe we'll find it there.
When we feel guilty,
We look away shyly,
We always owe someone,
And don't believe the running tears.
We always live in error,
That death is far from us, but…
Why trust other people's opinions?
Even so, what of it?
Upon a walk, I took the time,
To sit beneath a tree.
I paused a moment, to light a smoke,
when small voice spoke to me.
"If it please you Sir, I must insist,
you do not light that smoke."
"My lungs, you see, are delicate,
and your fumes will make me choke."
I turned my head, to see who spoke,
and my breath, I felt it catch.
A spider, so beautiful, I could not help,
But pause the strike off match.
Then in my chest I began to feel
an indignation rise.
"But madam, it's in my nature,"
I found myself reply.
"I understand," she said, "I truly do,"
"But please be then aware."
"My nature is to want to bite,
and nest inside your hair."
"A quandary, to be sure”, I said.
“I don't know what to do."
“I really like to smoke, you see,
and to myself be true.”
She pondered shortly to herself,
and then became resolved.
And turning with a smile, she said,
"It think I have it solved."
"Have your smoke and I won't bite,
I'll merely show my teeth."
"And for your part, all that's required,
is that you just don't breathe."
She senses a strange feeling in her heart,
less than full-blown, and yet more than a thought.
It's not quite love, but it could be its start:
for it's hard to pin down, it shifts a lot.
Fantasies that make her giggle inside
get stored in her vault of secret wishes.
There, sensual feelings get amplified,
like mud between your toes, when it squishes.
She gradually lights up with a smile,
fantasizing about her first lover.
And leaving reality for a while:
seeks feelings she has yet to discover.
And she searches for any telltale signs
feelings may be signaling love's approach.
And yet, she'll not overstep moral lines
for her character is beyond reproach.
An offensive mirror
produces my face,
and ears listen to a
hackneyed heart beat
The stench of stagnant
breath confirms my
identity and smoker’s
status. Sixty a day
The cold floor held
by blood drained feet,
a razor held in hand
at mannequin angle
The bile in my throat and
the fur on my tongue
congealed with the sickly
sweet syrup of life dripping out
The door behind falls open on
its own axis of gravity and the
mirror reveals an empty room
effused with a pall of used smoke,
Like grey mists rising on a moor,
seeking fresh lungs to enbalm.
I am as alone as an unnamed star
travelling the furthest reaches of space
Their silence kills me
They stare,i scare,my soul frets
Mother,Father,talk
I remember you
and that sardonic sneer
is imprisoned deep within.
Those jagged taunts
and knife edge taunts
devour my days ahead.
The cold dead eyes
of mercy slain
meet mine
Forevermore.
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