I have drunk my death in your eyes,
and now my thirst is sated.
one raindrop quenches deserts thirst
“First there is a mountain
Then there is no mountain
Then there is.”
With a pure stream
Mouth and heart open
Without thought, without care
Taking it all in as a child
Takes to air.
Then time kicks in
The stream becomes
Somehow lost
The mouth and heart parched
As the seeking begins.
Against all odds
This thirst is quenched
Not in the finding
Of something tangible
But in the exhaustion of all effort.
Somehow found
In the middle of a desert
Not a pool or fountain
River or stream
But as an inner well.
And from this well
Like awaking from a dream
All memory of thirst is gone
All memory of longing washed away
In what has simply always been.
(8/14/26)
Shadows tightly folded
into the hour of noon.
Clock hands clasp
and time stands as the stork does:
unmoving and going nowhere.
Venerable old men,
anchored on park benches,
idly stare in hagioscopic squints
at panting patrons
of sidewalk cafes.
A fly buzzes,
decelerates,
comes to rest…
The dog twitches,
unhitches the fly,
stretches under the table.
Another glass of wine sedates thirst
in warm sips.
A waiter trips.
The dog growls.
Time unclasps its warm greeting.
The stork repairs its stance.
The old men look the other way.
Shadows begin to unfold slowly.
And, as the last chime of twelve
hangs in the air,
only the waiters rush about
like buzzing flies.
(Premier Trophy Win)
Acrostic THIRST
THIRST dances alone on the empty road
HUNGER steals breath while dust chokes every step
IN heat, the child crawls as the Nile shook
ROTTEN crumbs clutched tight from snatchers’ hands
SILENCE breaks when empty stomachs cry
Decoded message: Thirst steals childhood away
War, you piece of my monotony !
Why don't you talk to my focus ?
Do you find yourself so firmly feeble
in tracing such locus,
where I nest my 'eagle' ?
Enduring your best
slowly at my behest
ain't the only slovenly spa
Resurrected by no guilt,
yet perfected by qualms
falling still short of bourgeoisie, napalms
I don't kill you poor thought
For you wish me distraught
Don't you dare push like kindergarten
Let me break my monotony first
To your down-quarks, much later..
I'll talk, then ! Slyly quenched thirst
Letting eagles fence mind
and sand define the border,
Calling ‘succinct’ the grind
and not what went harder
is that gradient all try
from the gym to the jungle, asking
where not ! why not why?
Anyway its an agony past prime
For a war, for a “monotony”
Let's argue to never fuel
another dime !
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What is holy? The crack in the cup
that lets the tea weep freely,
or the hands that hold it,
knowing heat is just another kind of thirst?
I once agreed at the arrival of woke.'
I was relieved ( it had caught me up )
I was out in front for so long and had almost
Had lost hope.' But this conscious only
Lasted for a while.' Two decades passed
And i found all there had gone wild.! The
Idea-ology was morphing, yet had no growth.? There were calls to free cabbages
From soil druggery.' thats just my joke.)
Yet the greens.? Were now rampant we
see.' To think i
Advised? someone to become one of
them'
He achieved couincil status..I don't wish
to think! Look at this pile..Nothing it
seems can balance at all.' Humans being humans and
Power the thrall..It draws them; awes
them, and chews them up.'
To spit out a
Parody..Yet its still lapped up.? The joke is
Now flowing like sour milk, Clowns
just love it and there are many of that ilk.' The
Joke is upon us. All owerblown.' Dark and
Dismal upon such a plastic throne.)
Quench
Another evening and I pray;
to wake up with quenching the spirit.
By moving with outstanding gentleness
I walk to the tree outside my window.
As it teaches me;
to have my own roots.
Oh God! Teach me to be tall and calm,
with branches and leaves
Grant me; your patience again and again.
To have love for the smallest creatures,
to have conversations in my spirit.
I do hope for good things to come.
I do not wish to suppress the plans;
that are laid out for me.
Help me, quench my thirst!
Keep the fire burning.
To live each day,
as though it is new.
empty cup held out, ready to receive rain~ thirst knows what it lacks.
Throat parched, yearned for water,
Tongue stuck to His dry mouth;
Thirsty to do God's will,
The Lord died on the cross,
Thwarting devil's intents
To hinder salvation;
That day, He pined, for me.
It struck me to the core when I heard about, the stand they are making..'
And the dismissal from (drainstream media) speaks of politicans quaking..
In Dublin before the Dai'l you'll find this
Gallant four.' Who are seeking recognition
For injustices of yore.' They know the pain
They've lived the grind. Of 'that institutionalised hell' dressed as benign
Intervention it never worked or aged that
Well, though fifty years have passed
Away.' Still nightmare shadows cling.'
Fluttering like the somber robes, that framed those that did such wicked things'
And the Dai'l today, attempts to smother?
The efforts unyeilding and brave, of these
Four survivors, who face the very grave.'
And not just for themselves alone' no
Their actions are aimed much; much higher..They want old a'herns promise
Made good, for by the devil; wasn't he a
Liar..' but there are many in the Dai'l today
Surely men and women.? Well found.' Who
Will take their cause to their very hearts so
That Eire.. Will know that its for justice they stand.' So all may say our lands to
Be mended at last 'to be sure.!'
I take you in like water
to quench my thirst and pain.
I breathe you in like the air
that keeps my lungs and pulse.
I couldn't resist
leaning on your shoulder
and feeling the warmth of your chest.
My feelings were in a twist,
flying in the land of nowhere,
before you insisted
on mending my broken pieces
and creating a new world
inside my walls.
My soul flew without its wings,
My cry pierced the breathless silence.
Humans were drunk with sleep;
only my feline foe roamed the yard.
She silently approached where I perched,
my instinct pecked the scent of danger.
I thought I could fly to the sky to kiss the stars,
beyond the cat whose stomach howled with hunger.
Alas, the cage fell.
All I could see was a hungry feline gaze;
her pupils brightened and shone like a partly broken incandescence.
She meowed, and its hunger stared at me menacingly.
Then she leapt, her claws wrapping round my wings;
she sank her canines and my throat quivered.
My blood soaked her thirst and satiated her hunger—
and my soul slowly flew out without its wings.
Evil substance
The need for blood
Must survive
One bite on the neck
Darkness seemed to see
My blood Dracula wanted
I told him I gave at the American Red Cross Association
But it didn’t work
I even showed the cross and had no impact
It didn’t cause him to step back
Want and need of my blood Dracula chanted
His fangs and tongue felt like a straw
Fill me up
Blood sucked until there was no more
I fell to the floor
My flesh was no more
Dracula, I die
Evilness I rise
Hot mess
Victim of quenching Dracula’s thirst.
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