Vagaries, slick word snakes off the tongue.
Hard lines are drawn when we desire fluid.
Smears won’t fix a disrespect this horrid.
It must be washed clean, now be strong.
There is great power in being a disruptor,
that charisma is perceived as so dynamic.
Transitional is what you feel with the shtick,
the source ultimately becomes a generator.
Calculated a metaphoric mutation spreads,
immediately eliminating anything invasive.
Don’t work against it, for it is aggressive.
The kill shot lurks under silken threads.
Oscillation sharpens with a slight crackle,
seismic waves split open and then devour.
Minute by minute or maybe it’s hour to hour,
nothing captures quite like shadow-tackle.
Smears
Of
The bright
crimson moon
A breathtaking sight
Waltzing across the firmament
The canvas for its art; painting the sky scarlet red
A sight for sore eyes! A magnificent rarity, soon to bury itself yonder
Dates written and posted: 02/14/2019
I never wanted any barriers,
or dark taintings with thick smears,
but all have been close sharers
to work themselves adhered.
So secure was our heart clasp,
I was sure our bond would last.
Joyous years grew me love-secure.
Now days are made of hours
when I completely flounder.
I try to find my bearings which
seemingly collapsed or disappeared.
I miss our ordinary moments,
their simplicity so complete
that I had all the elements
sustaining all I could need.
Time still dwells with you here.
I well recognize your features,
but not your words or actions
that clip my heart like scissors
into fractions of abrasion hurts.
These days allow me nowhere to turn.
I search out cures for your dour form
dragging love down course to burn.
How I long to remedy love concerns
but layers of my ache merely squirm
as I view our love thrashing infirm.
Rain rain come come to speak
Swallow hasn't sang at the sky,
The Sun must warm summer cicada hasn't said;
Timber or Silk Cotton Tree to sit tightly.
Today weather is very nice
Come on mud smears,
Mud Bath we all in
Knee Calf in the rainy season's harvest in the land.
Shravan sky comes the rain
Pumpkin on scaffolding, dragon fly.
Here we are bathing
The mind of the filth back to wash the dirt.
Plough has beaten those farmer
Harrowing uneven, being equal
Paddy planted here to come
Transplanted the transplanted to smear mud coming out.
I thought I saw the sun peer through a cloud
A warming breath to say goodbye to tears
I could again stand tall and say I’m proud
To close history on all of my fears
But rays of light are just old glassy smears
And words mean nothing; they leave you alone
With solitude’s pain and now nothing cheers
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone
My eyes never shall see that pretty face
That one brief glimpse to set the world alight
For beauty’s smile that radiates with grace
Cannot be mine; I return to the night
I shall not taste her lips honeyed delight
For such a pleasure I’m not worthy to own
I have no will to stand against this plight
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone
Rekindling dreams of a different kind
In the distance there burns an older flame
But love I will no longer seek to find
So I can never dare call out her name
My heart, too wild, they have failed to tame
Too many times, I’ve heard ‘I love you’ drone
Those empty words but pain hurts all the same
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone
No longer shall I yearn for passion’s kiss
Or yield to wantings of the pleasure zone
In darkness lies no joy or loving bliss
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone
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