I don’t know how to negotiate the long steep trail
with hidden scorpions under loose rocks
at home with human muck in a valley existence
strolling upward through a thicket of TV images
politics of glory, garbage and god
the odd arts of money, hierarchy and control
nobody knows who unmakes whom
I don’t know how to follow the ridges
back to the trail and the dead river
but stand for a moment to rub the sand from my feet
before worrying about the lost vitality and fear
of the approaching night and rising smoke
dissolving in the sky or conspiring with elements
hardly in balance but contorting the psyche
I don’t know what is there for me to hope
when the rains rejuvenate and flood both
the repulsive stench and the loss of pathways
linger longer than the flavor of the first drops
under the tree the puddle feeds no sparrows
but algae that couldn’t dry now trap tiny souls
that fail to swell with heaven’s breath
R K Singh
Categories:
unmakes, age, angst, anxiety, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Bleeding for you without knowing why
Looking at you with jewled eyes crossed
What is this voilatal vital need
I cant sleep
This craving kills
As i am being slowly dug out of the ground
All that healing gambled with
No wonder the mirror wont show me who i
really am
What could u see?
A dramatic fool drowning in his own orifices
Why am i here?
What madness makes me,
unmakes me
What a totaled world im from
What grandois pplots of escape all smothered
by loves feathery ball and chain
Living this lie each day
Wearing my 1000 pound armor
Living no longer wanting just to exist
Made enraged upon the steps of this cosumerist
temple that is america
Freedom a term utilized repetively double talked
as they flood the population with the worst of
drugs
And i cant look at my own eyes so how can i
look into yours
Categories:
unmakes, addiction, america, love,
Form: Free verse
In between my decorative cover
I laid a lot of colourful words
In red, blue, green and white
In black, sorrow and pain
All the doubts in yellow
I wrote in pink
The nightmares
I went through
In upper case I kept
The fragrance of lofty thought
You taught me
In tight secrecy, the memories
In maroon, in turquoise
The joy I got
Side by side
Along with the moon
Still words are merely words
You can not see
The wounds of the wind
Oozing of the heart
Red blood of the dream
Still unmakes the image
Of the blank space
Left by you
With Big Dash I am only
Able to paint
The sound of
Of emptiness
Categories:
unmakes, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Wanting
twin lips of a viola.
Sun
polishing the dagger.
Death was only feet away.
A seething ocean
of mirrors
unmakes the bed.
You sleep in shoes
like a *****.
Naked as a moon
the hand opens the gate.
Sheer feline
night moves in
purring.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unmakes, art,
Form: ABC