Mary, mary (with melody) even our bodies are built on sacrifice. Have you ever seen an organism of the opposite sex that not only lets you enter it but also expands to make room for you and bleeds? We need to play the dead in this world and wake up in some fig tree bark. Those who've never been wounded mock the wounded. In the end, they long to find a solace in an untouched maghony box, scattering their rotten figs into a very box they ruthlessly worn down. Time of leaving came, spring that hides into autumn turned to winter. I left the life that I entered quietly, left my unfaithful partner at the last junction. Wave sounds inside me was loud enough to suppress the noises of cascades. Couldn't hear the people who love me inside that mess. Feeding a baby all of sudden, I'm about to recognize...
That's the baby I cuddled under that fig tree; carrying tiny blue light on her eyelashes. Waves shutted down.
08/03/2026
Every existing thing has wings for its fall,
But I have none—not even a wing to plummet with.
With nothing but this bare body of mine,
I crashed down into that dark puddle,
Yet somehow, I forced my broken self to rise and stand.
This time, however, I fell upon the rushing highway.
The invisible voices screaming, Beep! Beep!
And that ominous something of the dark, where even the moonlight denied me.
Twice, I was struck by that thunderous bolt in my mind...
And the rain begins to fall.
And so, I have become a pool of water gathered by the roadside,
Shouting out for the sake of their passing tire tracks.
"Drive on with all your might,
But please, do not speed!
It is me, the water, lying here."
Water is majestic.
Water is the grand, eternal element of nature, spanning thousands of years.
Yet today, once again, upon the windshields of their cars,
They ruthlessly wipe my water away with the wipers.
You have heard of shenanigans, right?
we were introduced to shenani-goats tonight
they romped and jumped and butted our behinds.
ruthlessly rambunctious, rough, not in any way kind.
Do we have to come back? Asked my child, Hue.
His bottom and legs were now black and blue.
They aren’t trying to be bad, my sister said.
An opportunity for a shenani-goat to butt her in the head.
Leashed to your dusk,
a husk of exhausted Day,
lambent love spirit musk
musing richly into our fresh foreplay,
I surrender to seduction angellically savage,
aggressively aplomb, precisely laced
around the base of my homage
to Your fearless conquest confessed,
Submission not as weakness,
rather a devotion to ache alive
as a diamond born in smoldering pumice,
My heart longing like lightning reaching for sky,
You please Me for pure domination,
to own my desire raw and refined for You,
Your neck in my grip of affection,
Your hold on Me ruthlessly true...
J.A.B.
verily
before this day
has an angel appeared
restful in an unspoken memoir
of a curious innocence
is her presence
forged-
truly
such a
blinding countenance
In the sweet line of belovedness
that could damn a legion in war
ruthlessly before their gods
In the instance of just a gaze
would they fall-
deliver me
that I might not know the same fate
bafore that righteous womb
that I may plead to gain favor
In the drawn out conclusions
that I might bear the yoke
of an allie
Mandeville
The bombs rain down Iran do pound
Because of renowned nuclear mound
We know no warheads will be found
Israel America forever together bound
Self crowned as another nation downed
Who are the terrorists it does confound
Veracity & truths are ruthlessly drowned
Audacity pretending the reason is sound
Mendacity as we see treason all around
Pugnacity and military rapacity abound
Hound everyone who's been browned
Might is always right so tightly wound
Astound taking moral higher ground
I cry for the child
who has died within me
I worked ruthlessly for a future
I now spit at in distaste of its name
Friends sneaking away slowly
in hopes of not ribbing from my heart in their departure
Children growing old never knowing it was I
holding on to their youth, in hopes of staying a little while longer
The loss of childhood is a great heartbreak
It's the death of a child, it's the loss of frivolous life
I have a secret I cannot tell you
A deed that once done I cannot undo
But one that as long as I do not issue
I do not truly have, I understand, too.
I swallow, every once and then
I say, time and time again
But not to the one for whom I yearn.
I hold you, in my arms and admire
Your familiar eyes that inspire
Something foreign in me, a certain fire.
And then there is your scent that in every hour
Invades me like a vine,
But is there a more welcome guest than a flower
Unlike any flower, perhaps divine.
But wholly aware, I am
That even angels kill, and ruthlessly slam,
Sometimes unaware.
So I hope it does not turn dire.
It is not your beauty alone that captures me entire.
For there is your soul that robs me
Of every wrong, and enrobes me
In garments of gold, without wanting
To cast a mold, which I honestly always found daunting.
I witnessed it whenever it escaped you
In a prodigious brilliance or a silly laugh,
It never failed to make me pause before I continue.
I do not know how you could be,
Nor why your demons dance with me.
But I can tell you,
I have never loved one like you.
Where are those green soils
That we used to dig
Waves in every pore
In soft moonlit hours
And plant sapling of choice
Ecstatic earth trembled
Do you remember
How soft earth it was
And that pond in the middle
We would plunge our bucket
And lift it filled with water
The clock yielding
cherry blossoms
Time is a dacoit
The Huns and Vandals
It robs us of our roses
It plunders our jewellery
Destructs our construction
Not just cruelly, ruthlessly
Time itself is ever present
With its indestructible two arrows
Aha, what a dense green it was
And what a tree it yielded
Sonnet under green light
Of the ephemeral glowworms
He was whimpering
Again and again
Repeatedly pleading for love
And it was me
Who was ruthlessly counting
Its price.
Kid was innocent
And knew nothing
That
He loved so much me
From the first day of his life
But
I invested in him
From the date of his birth .
( A true event that shocked me
When I saw a farmer sold the kid of a goat.)
There is hidden beauty in the darkness of space,
That carves amazement on each scholar's face,
Where stars are born of nebula and fire,
Where gravity ruthlessly bends space to it's desire,
Heaven's eye explodes into a supernova so bright,
It's dying breath radiating both destruction and light,
From death the phoenix is reborn based on mass and gravity,
A Neutron star or Blackhole from mass, G-force and density,
Older dwarf stars cry out with their dying glow,
As they cool down slowly while losing light to show,
Gracefully aging as their light dims and fades,
As young scientists study them to get better grades,
Luminous Quasars still radiate their blinding light with such intensity,
As we witness through telescopic lenses the brightest light to humanity,
Through the metal satellites with lenses that hover and rove above
We get a glimpse into the ancient story of our creator's love,
We see the ghost of time reveal our future, past and our present place,
As we witness galaxies in the universe expand from the forgotten embrace,
The Big Bang brought out the true echoes of eternity,
Of a universe endlessly expanding into the dawn of infinity.
Oh death
The fear of countless souls
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?
It's too long a wait
Please come tonight
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?
Oh life
The lover of the lifeless
I've honored your presence
I gave you my all
Why you misled me, lover?
Why toss me into lava?
It's too long a wait
Get out of my sight
It's as if I know you
I heard that death is a fortune
You ruthlessly fried my liver
No time for reversal
Better the joy from dying
Worse the misery from living
Free my feet from tight shoes
My toes from hammering heat
I can hear the darkness sing
Better the joy! Worse the misery!
Oh life and death
You're all my friends
Like the sheep sharing a shepherd
Fighting firmly on the loose land —
Dear earth, why you betrayed me?
Dear hell, how will you come?
With a billion eyes, I've tasted
The two colors yearning for balance
The lovely world into balance
I need no life
I need no death
I need a midpoint!
Freedom isn't something
We should never take for granted
It's a feeling resting deep inside
It's roots are firmly planted
From birth to death we struggle
To always do what's right
And sometimes lose our focus
The goal seems out of sight
Lose sight of what's important
Get hung up on petty things
At times forget there are some folks
Who don't have anything
Homes destroyed in an instant
Feeling terror every day
Is this the day their life will end
Ruthlessly snatched away?
The real measure of one's freedom
Is buried deep in our soul
Reach down deep every single day
Be thankful of your role
I am not a coward man de facto
Who has lots of curiosity courageous
With full of consciences in mind
Having to retreat from girl strangers
Who's looking for the Like-minded friends
Being young and pretty excels diamonds
They're attractive to distinct genres of men
And making them pride while being faint
I understand these be so-called romantic
But I must decline with responsible reasons
They may feel being treated ruthlessly
By me, en facto, being valued and respected
With conscientious rooting in consciences
You have taken my soul
Left me hollow inside
The love I gave you wasn't enough
You needed something more
Istead depth of the ocean
You choose shallow water
The price I have paid dearly
With a bruised and broken heart
I have been mistreated baby
Abused ruthless as a storm
And I'm letting you go
For I'm losing my mind
Got to get over you
Once and for all
Or I might die.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song ' Mistreated'.
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