Goodbye my favorite forever
Eternal fragments lost in abstract soup de jour
Our handshakes full of tremors
When the memories rain it's sore
My heart in freefall, falling up and out, forever's too soon
The paragraph on the backs of pictures stabs the point home
Skeletal strangers with nothing left to prove
The distance signals in real time leaving the breadcrumbs of
jarred hearts, painted candied hearts and Pacman ghosts in slow pursuit
The light of pumpkin eyes, rhymical in pursuit of boyish daydreams
Girlish looks of starving hearts depreciated, are less than pennies now
Parting words circled in funny papers still shaking with regret
When you see me in the folded memories
Just know you're not alone
Your light smiling on in the hollows of my eyes
Smiling in hindsight begging you to come home
Begging me to be brave
Goodbye my favorite forever
You're my long way out
In fading and in passing
Set me a long way down
It gifts you whatever it gifts you
And it dooms you whenever it dooms you
It hugs whenever it hugs you
And stabs your back whenever it wills to
What is it?
The chorus a poet bleeds
drips with loud doubts
belted out
by a wounded choir.
Booming notes dance
in fevered circles
inside the center
of her barefoot brain.
The orchestra schemes
within the ancient shadows
to clutter her words
with redundancy.
The conductor stabs
each malicious doubt
with a sharp wand
heated by talent.
My innocent crimes transcend into sinful mistakes,
While yours roam in circles to stay the same,
Pangs of conscience rip my melting ventricles apart,
When metal-cold claws depart out of your mouth,
And my viscera learns to keep itself together,
When you say your metallic jaggedness was ‘as light as a feather’,
And now, the claw that mauled my heart,roams about my body,
Sometimes in my throat, otherwise in my eyes,
And changes their colour into a red gaudery,
Watery tears flush from my eyes,
While you only notice how fast they sublime,
And so, I wish my tears were of blood instead,
Just so you could see the guilt that relentlessly stabs my head,
But I know it’s of no use,
And I know my efforts are futile,
For my innocent crimes transcend into sinful mistakes,
While yours roam in circles to stay the same.
Those tears will start to flow and ease the pain
That stabs the heart and slowly overflows.
And as a river rises with the rain,
The soul will feel that fullness as time grows.
And filled with sadness, teardrops ease their way
To flood the eyes and saturate each cheek
Then often wiped away as if to say,
Unburden me to find the peace I seek.
Where do tears go when each is wiped or dried?
As raindrops, do they quickly disappear?
Or are they trophies of the times we've cried
For our recoveries from loss or fear?
Each teardrop joins that river in our life
That helps the soul stay full in times of strife.
Come on! Is that the best blast you've got?
Your thunder tantrums don't scare me - Your flash and flare they're half hot!
I love this dunder, blunder, thunder, and underhand rumble-in-the-jungle!
Touché! Olé! We're duellin' again with fork-pronged lightn' sparkling lances.
Clang! Bang! Ker-pow! Ker-plunk! Ker-thump! - Your thunder's late by years!
I flash, bash, smash, crash, gnash — while your Ker-boom goes boom blah, blah, Ahah!
Your quick flashback, claptrap wisecracks come back five seconds late.
Bolt after bolt, your jolts, revolts, cheap-shots and pot-shots hit my ear flaps.
All roar, no score, no gore, no nosebleeds — just air stabs in ionized air.
By then your temper, torage, outrage, out in the garage is binned — You lost!
You ain't learned nothin' from last night's plate-a-smashin' dry run.
Oh No! Don't let the rain come down!
We're both having far far too much fun!
You can't resist, can you — spoiling the perfect row —
By making up, way, way, way ..... too soon!
Let it like an eagle swoop on me,
I'm just a lonely swallow
scared and barely born.
I welcome death with all its pains,
As sundry pains become so excruciating.
Still in whatever form it may wish to take
I know I can hardly bear more.
All agonizing, throbbing, and vexatious.
Piercing stabs of affliction vibrate
In and around my entire body.
Oh that I would rid this misery,
This quivering of bones that feel
Like boiling water slowly dripping
On my weakest corporeal parts.
Death appears not! Oh well, who cares?
I’ll suffer the slings of torture
Hoping my painkillers would do their job.
Tomorrow is another day.
The pain will pass,
who knows the sun may shine again,
A new leaf, a fresh rose, a new love
Therefore, with beacons of light, I’m sure.
Deep one night, in fitful sleep
there was I, among
bright night-flowers
and warm sea winds
of tropical ecstasy.
Along bright, tranquil ripples
and swaying purple leaves
she was there, tender at first
in the blue-green lagoon.
Her mythical beauty, stunning
but peculiar yellow eyes, ominous
study me mindfully,
in the light of the night-sun.
Slipping through the coolness
of the sea-pond, I reach
toward her, enveloped--
only she stabs at my soul, taking it,
leaving me to ponder
the warm horizon beyond the everglade.
Tiptoeing around
the small house
He is drunk again
Will he be foe or friend
Hard to know
Whether to be fast or slow
Hurry get the coffee
Or help him sleep it off
Just let it go
When he wakes up
Will he be in love
Or still pickled from drink
Will he yell or sing
Waiting on the aftermath
Of his drunken stabs at coping
With frustrations of
Being black in a white world
No one understands
Why beside him I can stand
Is it because we are
Till death do us part
Yin for yang despite
Heartache rain pain
I am calm he is storm
This is our norm
It is hard for me to just write a normal poem
when i have to deal with the
meaning of human beings who stink
who are selfish in every step of the way.
This earth was given to us by mistake
we did not deserve it because we are a waste
there is no good human being
there is only human waste floating
like on top of the water
someone needs to clean all this waste up
including myself including my brother
he is the real human piece of human ass gas
a real piece of fart including my uncle.
Why was i brought here from war to
an even bigger mistake this place
does not deserve me and i don't like it anyways!
Many would disagree but it don't matter
because it is true, this jungle of farts
and rotten lies and stabs who cares
to even get to know us who are we
why all the gods and homeless at the same time?
Because we have become rude to our own
brothers and sisters our families, our mothers
our fathers, where is all the respect
like i said, my father was a great man
but his mistakes have ruined me
from war to an even bigger gore
and horror, this giant toilet of life
i still don't understand why
i was brought here this isn't
the bathroom i want to use!
Patience wearing thin
Pushed to the absolute limit
A mental endurance turns physical
The world is out to finish me off
Frustration is at the absolute limit
Broken promises
Red hot searing anger developing inside
One word could flip the tipping point
An action that could have devastating consequence
The world outside knows nothing
The pain within stabs every limb
Eyes heavy ready to explode
Incompetence leads to lies
The only effect is to crush the last pieces of my soul
Time has gone up in flames
Other commitments make me look unreliable
While watching and waiting
For something that was never coming
I wait, chase up and they lie
Every fragment of my being is raging
I do everything right to get stood on
Time after time
If I could burn their lies to the ground
Force truthfulness and honesty
My own chest would not be crushing
The weight of the world would not be crippling
And everyone’s life would be so much simpler
You left a bareness full of questions,
A sea of queries, a ghastly world.
How to keep going without your guidance?
How to keep fighting with half a soul?
Where are the answers to all my queries?
Where are your dreams, where are your plans?
Who will fulfil your hopes and projects?
Who will replace your helping hand?
Who will supplant your loving cuddles?
Who will provide your blind support?
Who will I call when life struggles?
Who will be proud when I stand tall?
Your voice in my memory
stabs like a sword.
Your smile in our portraits
hurts even more.
I am alive, yet not living,
in a house you will not see.
I keep writing tales and stories
that you will never get to read.
If I found any peace in faith,
in feeble pledges, a better place.
If I believed in souls' rebirth,
forever linked in time and space.
If I could overcome this fear,
if you could send a tiny sign.
Just to know that you are still near,
just to know that you are fine.
winter
silent nighttime
relentless cold stabs them
lucky ones heat themselves at home
comfort
An Orbit since the blender caught the heart.
No pieces left to glue, just pulsating primordial goo.
Still, blood flows at the beat of hope.
Cursed by the thoughts it feeds the mind.
A Rotation of this planet without inception,
Phenomena deserving parades.
The continuous bullwhip of rumination fades.
Sporadic stabs now dwell in songs and scenes.
The length of despair, the blame is on me.
A requisite to invoke elaborate fantasy.
Futures fabricated, choreographed to the song of us.
Materials a ruse, made of glass and fear.
Shattered from the boulders we threw.
All that remains in this rubble of love, are reflections of me.
Roll in the shards, make sure they stick.
Each fragment, a lesson in the form of riddles.
They have just taken some time to solve.
Lord Kelson’s grandson, Dorian Gray,
makes a Faustian bargain for youth to win his crush’s heart, as he does pay.
The disillusion adds His sins to a portrait that does age.
One piece of his wrongdoing stabs the painting in rage.
Oscar Wilde’s novel “The Picture of Dorian Gray”
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