calm, the way you used to talk me out of all my bad dreams
lovely, the way you used to fight my demons

This charity now
from a bored wolf
gorged on habit
unmoved by thy flaunt and flight

little rabbit
it is of no track
nor concern to hunt thee-
even thy tears, dear rabbit
are only tasted when pranced about

And always;

Always, of the 'morrow
at pitiable pace and slack
of silent bark and jowl
gnaws the trap 'round thy leg
fitful of thy freedom, lo rabbit
'ware this bored wolf of habit

WHAT IS LOVE?
You puzzle me. What are you, love?
You are a feeling in each cell
that attracts one to someone else,
wishing to give her all his life.

If he can give his soul he does
so that she can live longer age.
Her long life will give her a chance
to live long periods of delight.

When he sees her lips have a smile,
he closes his eyes on that sight.
When he hears laughter from her side,
he plugs his ears to keep that sound.

He does not care if she gives him
a thing to join with him his dream.
What he cares for is to see her
the happiest person in the world,
By JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.

God They’ve Rejected


    The Sun rises and kisses the day
And the Moon rises in the night
The Sun shines it’s light of love onto
The Moon and so it too has a light

We all have a light given to us and
All we have to do is choose to let it shine
The world keeps getting darker
And it’s breaking this heart of mine

I pray for all the lost souls
And the prayer is to change their destiny
To give their hearts to God
And release themselves from Devilry

It’s a well known fact of life
That life as a human, for all of us will end
The question is where will our souls go
Will they descend or will they ascend

Know that Hell is not full because souls
We’re by God not accepted
But He’ll is full with souls because
It’s God they’ve rejected

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 03/01/2021
All rights reserved

Writing.
Fighting
Demons that should've
Let me rot years ago.
I take my breaths;
Inhale deep and slow.
I consume the world around me,
But never grow-
Stultified caterpillar
With nowhere to go.
I know
There is more to this.
Whatever this is.
But until
My eyes are allowed
See salvation;
You can find me here.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home

My addiction is not to drugs or alcohol
Not to nicotine
No
My addiction is people
My addiction is wanting to fall in love
My addictions is no longer being able to fall in love now because i'm addicted
I'm addicted to you

In a world of dreamers,
are you awake or asleep?

In a realm of promises,
which do you keep?

In a land of tomorrows,
when does he beseech?

Within thoughts of conclusion,
does she retreat?

In the be all end all,
why does she screech.

I think we're all dead now,
we weep
we
weep.

Uneasy in her silence
Vulnerable and bare
His words cut so deep
She struggled not to care

Pensive for a moment  
She felt inadequate, yet free
Taking time to reflect  
On the woman, she’d come to be

The strength she'd sought so desperately
Showed up a little too late
Devoid of any resolve
Perhaps she'd met her fate

Almost like a conversation,
trees come into leaf.
Last year gone, time to move on.
Time to tumble soft flower explosions
into imperatives driven by the wind
that approximates a song.
Let light fall in thick drops,
entering through perfumed windows
and silken doors, fragrant with love.
Let there be a daily siesta of green
solitudes, a sigh light as a feather,
stillness reovered. Let this season’s
world become a dream, a ceaseless
burgeoning of seraphic joy,
an elevation of oneness .

A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day
as the day I finally cleansed the clouds
and crossed your name.

You've taken a fall from your pedestal
and I see you now,
with your domino on the ground,
my fair-weather friend (that's a kind way to put it),
my boiling point can't cook up a better fit.
I've played your ruthless game for the longest stretch,
I let a ******* decade slip through my fingers;
and I've still lingered,
for the sake of something I can't recall anymore.
Your betrayals are the mindless hand to an hourglass
and I'm counting the sand you spilled.
No sea of apologies can wash away this wreck.
I'm done with pointing fingers and holding daggers to your neck.
I'll lay my shield and armour down, and walk you out.

A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day
as the day I let your hand and my grudges go
and asked your ghost to stay.


Copyright © 2021 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.

, they said to me
in seeming credible
or  coming in on your scale so you can see

damage.

only interested in the
nowness of my flesh
of truth composing me

knowing that is enough
for me to be believed
.
and i wanted to see
something through
their eyes. these truths
they spoke in me

I want to fall in love with an artist
I think I want to marry one too
I can see him now
Taking pictures of me
From birds eye view
While I'm sleep in bed

These are things I think of as I fall asleep in bed.
My son sleep pon me
& our hearts beat
In unison
And I dream of a love where I'm free
A love that is not blind
A love that can see

I'll have you remember
you're a wanderer,
that poignancy
bestowed as from a parent
upon a favoured child.
For you'll be compelled
to turn to Me,
wisdom, clarity
your only shelter and home,
outward things but foam.
The wind will remind you
nothing's yours, only lent,
your spartan essentials
and aching heaven-sent.
One of your eyes can't see,
one of your ears can't hear,
yet you've grace enough,
a trace of love for Me,
some openness, one of each
that I still can reach.
Had you been impeded more -
or aeons away from Me -
you might have gathered
comforts galore
and multiplied your store,
some well-wrought residence
with a garden billowing -
a tomb of forgetting
you were a wanderer all along,
time sending its storm
of termites to that
which kept you secure and warm.

Even the feeling of a void is amiss
I have gotten to the point beyond nothingness
How did it get this bad

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me there.

The cat does not move,

she is observing the moon –


the hypnotic ball.

This morning
I touched
My primordial stardust
This evening
I capsized.
I helm a fickle craft
My blue poise belies
The leviathan's sudden rise.
Springtime rivulet
Monsoon burst
I wish I could flow
My glacier cold.
I stumble
From dawn to dust
Chasing fool's balm
That last becalm
Always, just off grasp.

You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️

I don’t feed her fears
I feed her habits

"What is life?" She said.
  "A sharp knife" he whispered.

Every man I have been with
Was left smiling
At the memory of me

It’s the laughter I hope they remember

I never wanted anyone
To be bitter

I wanted to be a four leaf clover
Lucky penny

I never wanted anyone to hurt
It’s such an ugly feeling

Unfortunately I waited
Until I was alone
To cry

Just to make it better for them

Why didn’t I stay with any one of them?

Why is lasting love so scary to me?

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I embraced the cold when white blankets fell to the earth,
but you stayed warm in my embrace

Rain poured on me like the new flowers,
you felt my tears finding a path downwards

I offered shade on a sunny day,
taking the brunt of the August sky

The wind was no foe to my strong stature,
arching me towards you taking shelter

My leaves fell to the earth,
you jumped with joy into my autumn rainbow

Where are you now? Who do I comfort and protect?

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.