**Where once was daylight; shadow
Where once was I; you.**
Will I live my whole life kissing the air?
Embracing the fires of daylight,
longing for the shadows
of the cold night?
Will I live my whole life waiting
for hell and the streets
to lift; to be wiped;
by night's caress?
Will I live my whole life
watching the cars
take cover under
their shadows?
Will I see the night;
or will I gasp for air,
and die?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
I count by meters.
One, a blurry woman with a black bag
black hair, white clothes
who knows
if she's an old hag
Two, white teeth, black, short hair
folded papers, talking to the others
I wonder
if he's seen me glare
Three, long nose, thick, succulent lips,
flaccid, shiny, black hair.
Big eyes, blue bag, with a tad of flowers
Has she seen me stare?
Four, two loudmouths, east and west.
Murmur here, gossip there,
blah blah and blah,
stop talking or else
Five, three musketeers, east, west, south,
looking at me like I'll growl
squeak and squeak
moan and shriek
Six, one man, one book.
It read: "Hands off!"
I ran up to him
and he vanished.
Seven, one man, one book
One chair, in front of a mirror--
pressed his chin against his finger
He said, "God, let me rest!"
--- and I slept.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
What now?
Since when?
Where did--
How did we...
SHUT UP
.. and who's who?
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
I bet you
envy
the birds that fly up high
in the sky--
when I reach for my nape
I bet you
hate
the sight of shoe and concrete
on the ground
when I scratch my chest
I bet you
lust
for the succulent arms
in front of you
when I lower mine
Here, lie down
Kiss the smooth surface
Make love with it
Lick it until you're dry
decrepit, and bare
blackened and battered
On your face, now.
Sinner,
your God tells you
to atone below
the arms of night.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
To my loved ones, I'm a ghost: I haunt them, I am to be shunned. Heartless as ghosts are, I do not feel wrath-- I feel the emptiness.
What have I done to become this sort of monstrosity?
What must I do to come alive before them?-- What must I do--
to become real in their eyes?
To my loved ones, I am **** I am brown, filthy, avoided.
They seek to go back to the ******** of the owners
who love disowning them.
Why, my beloved owners, do you not see-- that I am your ****
There are many like me, but this **** is yours.
To my loved ones, I'm just phlegm. Sticky-- yuck!
But, the same substance used to protect them from viruses
Why do you look at me--
Your protector, with disdain?
Do you not see:
I may be all of these, but I am yours anyway.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Every time, the sky gets infected;
with that blight we call "night"
Often, blemishes form on it
we then see specks of light.
Yet, it worsens each day
it peels itself; then bleeds white!
"Oh, doctors, what have you done?
Why do you not heal the bleeding sky?
Oh, butchers, what foulness is this?
Why do you keep wounding the sky?
Oh, my friends, why do you revel
In the sky's suffering? Why?"
They did not respond; the sign did it for them:
"We are united, we are one. Let there be peace on Earth--
peace that can never be undone."
And so, the sky bled white once again
patiently waiting for the blight.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
So, I'm bad with a ukelele:
clinkcliinkcliink-- it doesn't agree with me
clinkPAKclink-- still no good
PAKPAKclink-- I need food
PAKPAKPAAAAK-- gone.
So, I found you:
My eyes seemed to deceive me;
I counted the strings, like onetwothreefour
Cliiink-- "lalalala~"
Didn't know there was a fifth.
Lalalala~
I love you.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
We are told:
"Believe in God! Seek God!"
Yet, have we not murdered him?
Blood of the divine is all over the floor:
The reason for His death, our neglect.
Holy, did you just flinch?
Did you by any chance think
I was spouting nonsense?
Nay, fool. 'Tis true!
You say you believe,
yet forget what your God is:
He who demands praises.
What did he get, however?
Reflect, and you shall see:
I love my cellphone
I achieved victory myself
God is but an excuse against Reason
You horrible demon.
All but fallen to hypocrisy without you realizing.
Yet, God is merciful, even in death
For he who died did not bother saving himself:
He willed your freedom
He left a note to me, however, saying:
Intelligent human
You who killed me
Life is all but meaningless now
But you--
You are now God. You are now life's meaning
This I grant, as I forged you in my image
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
Love, O love!
Oh, what must I do!?
How can I cleanse myself
Of the guilt?
Explain
Okay: I love three women!
What? I am but one entity! A unifying symb--
Love, heed me:
The root cause of all this is not me, but Aphrodite!
I, a lonely soul, who preferred to wander in the darkness
Was struck by the arrow of her beloved instrument-- Cupid!
Famed for her accuracy, my heart was purged of all selfish, willful
loneliness- by an arrow!
Three?
Indeed! But let me continue:
Years passed since Paris fell in love with Helen,
that wound, never fully healed
Exacerbated, by the same culprit.
Wound became so grave
That an innocent woman became apparition in my eyes;
a manifestation of the departed Helen.
Damnation, however!
For this woman had enough gall- no--
it was my fault. We never were destined.
Enter, third.
Alles gute. The Love of my Will came.
Her name, Tiziana.
Small she may be, she is stout.
Resolute, admirable.
However, my wounds would not heal.
What must I do, Love?
O, what must I do?
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC