A searcher for vital information;
For it penetrating a formation
Anything it’d cost for intimation:
An acting of childish animation…
A neck staked for knowledge one should not have,
If unwitting giver guessed would one starve;
For the body spy works Big Risks to serve:
The hunted knowledge for them to paths carve…
Spy, sure, working for a syndicate,
Duration of mission she’d indicate;
She would waste a spy not rusticate,
If one were caught and would her implicate…
A woman young and charming Better Spy,
To her shifting glances no asked “Big Why?”
Her full-formed breast supplying the true lie,
Host’s eyes hallowing them like Blue Sky…
Spy’s mission over spy no more hovers,
Speedy exit from scene and tracks covers;
Spy is going back to meet true lover:
A heart-break to Host who learns things over...
Categories:
rusticate, allusion, business, courage, war,
Form: Rhyme
The day life was given to a boy.
His eyes had been enveloped over the skyline.
Small boy, large hope, small boy, large home.
Before he had a chance to flourish,
He had been given a different purpose.
Nervous with courage to cherish.
He had been moved to another accommodation.
Rusticated to a new isolation.
Stationed upon different temptations.
Where he had no identification, but all surprises.
While in a stationary motive.
His mind became erosive.
Devoted to death, coated with no emotive.
He became an addict through rusticating.
The quiet and silence of his mind dictating.
His mind refused to fixate.
In the end he was a boy with no choice.
Rusticate to oblivion, a bowl of mistrust.
Until you drop dead into earth’s crust.
We all must move on without fuss.
Travel back to the boy’s first home, in tune.
Recovering the move, collecting his runes.
Categories:
rusticate, age, change, childhood, lost,
Form: Free verse
One sinister night, heavy laden with a
dense layer of fog, no presence of
moon or stars. Shrieks
of a tree-dwelling owl and eerie noises
of a double iron gate, hanging,
swinging loosely on rusted hinges at
an entrance to an old rural cemetery,
was all I immediately heard.
One could barely see the age-old
granite headstones of ancestors
interred centuries ago.
Wait! Are those footsteps I hear
in the distance?
Is it just my imagination?
A slight breeze rustles fallen leaves, and
feelings of fear cause my mind to visualize
spirits and shadows darting in, out, everywhere
around me. Thus invading the resting places of
these rusticate deceased souls.
As I awaken, veiled in a blanket of sweat,
great relief overwhelms me, alters me
into a state of reality. I arise from my moist
bed sheets, opening heavy drapes, foreseeing
a glorious morning sunrise.
To my horror, all that presents outside
my bedroom window is gray, dark, dense fog.
Quickly, I close the curtains, asking myself;
"Was it only a dream, or was there
something more?"
Indeed, an eerie feeling of Deja vu!
Categories:
rusticate, fear,
Form: Free verse
Tear me to pieces, parade on the path naked, mutilate me
Rusticate my life! Ruthless radical rebel, ravish me!
Mock my mortal flesh, jab me jovially, ceaselessly,
till sweet sympathy sprouts in your hard heart, hurt me!
Horrible pain pulsating; somehow I stand, grip- only hope;
My bones in fragments, never shall be joined
Identity crushed, individuality mashed up, rip me off
this earth! Seize my air too; snatch it, its all left in me.
Who am I to revolt? The world’s your abode too,
Exist and I happily extinct, you survive in serene stillness.
Breathe the air I breathed of forgiveness and love, who knows
It might by some means change you to a human being.
Categories:
rusticate, sympathy, me, me,
Form: I do not know?
A bacchanal cachexic by right
Gnathonic felicificative zoetic
Juxtaposition to inculpate yaff
Hysteresis ellipsis languescent.
Wyrd querimonious tenebrose
To rusticate palladian malison?
Dealbation kleptomania usitative
Sanguineous abattoir in nihilism.
Obsecrate vesuciate xerophytic
So that existence may evolve!
Categories:
rusticate, education
Form: Free verse