I watched as silence danced with shadows,
Playing the melody sung by my mind.
Its blanket covered the darkness—
broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall.
I groped through the dark toward the stone,
but the gale was too thick for my arms to swim.
I imagined a ghost whispering—
yet only silence listened.
Echoes, like thunder in a deep ocean,
ricocheted fear like a trap set to spring.
Ghosts rushed out from the corners they lurked—
only for me to hear silence whisper: “Come out of there.”
Its voice flowed like a river of serenity through a forest.
I begged silence to stop its torment,
but it had ears that could not hear.
I tried to run, but a boulder blocked my path.
Then I screamed.
It was then I knew—
the light coming through the crack was my father’s flashlight.
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.
I heard a wind breezing in my ear
It took me to a time when I was young
I saw an willow tree bending with the wind
It took me to a time when thousand tears were shade
Every pain felt like a blade
A time when thousand rules were broke
A person I wanted to hold
A moment where nothing felt incomplete
Nothing was blue
Nothing was gray
Climbing through the roof I saw a bird
It flew to the people I used to love
It looked to the people for whom I starved
It met some people who lost me
It met some people whom I lost
It met some people I never lost
When It came back to me
Asked if I regret meeting them
How can I regret such a time when my youth ricocheted
See through me and you'll hear the voices
It's best among all of the noises
A song felt so good
Some people who weren't dead
Some memories that wasn't vanished
A glass which wasn't splited
An excuse where thousand reasons were given
Everything was shining
Because a version of me kept trying
bizarre stuff
in fact, she'd never visited a golf course before
in fact, as i took my daughter to the clubhouse toilet
i held the door open for her
the contents of the coffee was
all over the floor
i hit my tee shot against the trees
and the ball ricocheted back onto the fairway
'Good shot!' my mother yelled
there was a lot of top of the lungs stuff
MASHED POTATOES
i shanked it
mammy chops and bunkers like thunder thighs
my daughter wants to sleep in a bunker
i want to throw my clubs in the lake
worm burners
and municipal memories
this was meant to be a love sonnet
i'll be your caddy
i love you flagstick
He ran around shooting unsuspecting souls with his golden tip arrows
and one perfectly bent, Port Orford Cedar bow. Wearing nothing
but a diaper and a silly grin he aimed, shut one eye then Wham!
love is dapper
always a gentleman
respectively yours
He studied at the Rose City Archery where all smart Cupids go for
an education on falling in love! What he wasn't expecting was some
day he would fall for a crazy red head who was a Pixie in disguise.
he leveled the arrow
it ricocheted back
to his heart
She baked him cinnamon hearts both spicy and hot to the taste. Then she
took him to a magical place where every day felt like Valentine's day.
It wasn't long before a winged infant carrying a bow and a quiver of
arrows bounced up and down on Cupid's knee.
I'm a Cupid
he said to his daddy
with Pixie Ma, Whoo-ee
It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…
A reissue of rhetoric accost the poet's you adore, so if acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more?...
Do you remember that time we rode across your kitchen floor, clinging to a chloroformed kleptomanic repose, yet never in danger of being fully exposed, so we dined all night on a third and fourth course....just another case of the tail wagging the horse!...
When I held you in my arms I always felt you needed more...
See, we were allinged by chance, prepackaged romance, rinse repetitive repeat, another day, another week, who the f**k is winning in this game of hide and reep?...
I'll sow the seeds and water your fledgling soul, never once asking a suture for my own sterile self control…An awareness of sorts that our haves creates holes…
Acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more, still when I held you in my arms, I could never see past my own sores…
He tried his best
to destroy it,
Shambhala,
the city in the sky.
No dark one
can touch
what the light
controls;
so when he
dropped the bomb,
it ricocheted backwards;
sent him into
a nose dive
to hardened ground.
Darkness will never
conquer the light;
light blinds the eyes
that reject it’s grace;
the dark collects it’s debris
to save face.
and i was the one who bore
the dread of saying goodbye-
the woman who eased my
own heart and shattered yours
with those five shocking words…
“i don’t love you anymore.”
i was bound to free you from
me eventually-
you were bound to love me
as long as you possibly could.
and into the ebon night i
erased our stars just as they
were aligning into orion’s
constellation.
the loss of you bestowed onto
me intense alleviation,
the loss of me broke your
wings as you were ready to fly.
sounds of your despair ricocheted
off my liberated heart.
July 31, 2018
Rounds of rockets shattered the peace,
Bullets ricocheted from out of nowhere,
And nothing made sense in this alien world,
Where chaos was friends with the air,
He was hit, fell and dragged, minus his feet,
Through turmoil and trouble and strife,
And rushed to a medic, working with bustle,
Working to save his small life,
But even the medic healed in an extreme of disorder,
As his legs became a calm numb,
That’s when he met the parson, the one rational man,
Who was his father, his brother, his mum.
The pastor was the only reality he had,
The pastor walked him through the unknown,
When nothing was normal, the pastor held onto his hand,
To take his mind back to his home.
I was writing by the river
On a bench within the shade
When I noticed that approaching was
A nursing home brigade.
Some in wheelchairs, others walking
With companions giving aid,
All were elderly and wrinkled;
Every head of hair had grayed.
So they sat there by the water
As the breezes ricocheted
And they soaked up all the sunshine
For the hour that they stayed.
When the leader gave the signal,
There were none who disobeyed
But I wondered if, among them,
There were those who felt betrayed.
Friendship Bound
One day the whole of me disappeared
I was left alone in a shell of despair
with but maimed memories, confined
behind dull unbreachable walls,
trapped by fate in this cold chair
faraway within I sealed my smile
fighting invisible mad immured
in cruel moments with no escape
but when in this frozen world
you saw me bound whole you
poured your warm black soul
into mine, unfolding time itself,
back from oblivion I was brought
you tore the pain away in friendly
peals of laughter that ricocheted
in my heart in arabesque patterns,
you spun my wheels, flew me up
and down like a bubbly African spirit
in a trance, and night crumbled,
my days mended, and my smile
went sailing home friendship bound.
on merciless concrete
there's a body
don't clean up this blood
shot in the face
and run over as an inssurance
he'll never again put the blue ski mask on
don't clean up this blood
camouflaging a direct shot as ricocheted
did it even came to mind
was he still alive
when those tires
crossed over
don't clean up this blood
he was someone's son
do you have sons
what does the conscience say
does it claim a father
does that father merit someone calls him father
do your sons know
what you just did
don't clean up this blood
who are you behind that shields
who are you behind that badges
who are you behind that spokesman
who's pressing that switch to inhuman
don't clean up this blood
how does it feel when those who you pledged to protect are scared of you
does it make you feel like gods
or obedient dogs
outraged dogs
trying to silent the oppressed
who throws at you those bones from the top of Olympus
don't clean up this blood
just don't
freedom answers to the name of blood
*In memory of Carlo Giuliani (14 March 1978 - 20 July 2001)
Over and over again, I am losing track.
Opportunities wasted with tears, sweat and blood,
chances blown into smithereens, a breached contract
like explosives ready and done but all went dud
A table once bountiful, every dish and ware,
aroma of extravagance, hard to resist,
array of choices from platter after platter,
the sky’s the limit until it ceased to exist
Deafening silence vacated the entire hall.
Everything were been raided and swept out empty.
Surprising predicament,ricocheted dodge ball,
so fast to anticipate, such velocity.
Everything is accounted for a certain price,
nowhere else to take cover from fate’s divine reach,
like mortgage, all due with collateral excise,
sucking up to its last drop, a gluttony leech
Life goes insanely inside out and upside down,
risking all in, a gamble of uncertainty.
Time’s the enemy, it runs out as we’re all bound
To death, the end credits reeling with apathy
If I am given power to turn back clock’s hand,
undoing the past is my paramount mission,
apprehend mistakes for myself to reprimand,
the reversal of fortune based on a delusion.
sunshine at six
lights ricocheted
body being heated
time for bed to fix.
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