Maybe this is where I belong
Amongst shattered dreams and denied hopes
Scourging heat and heavy falls
Sun stroke and deep floods
Abject poverty and closed roads
Decimated paths and broken hearts
A place where eyes do not meet
So guilt remains grounded
And pain leaves a trace in the stares of the forsaken
Masked faces that need no burden
Unworthy of humanity's unraveling
Stones their hearts remain
A place where they pluck the petals and lay the thorns as they match on
Bellies expand
Not enough roses to fill the void
Like an oversized pair of jeans
Stunned by anorexic egos
A place where they chase out the truth to paint over with coated mistruths
Reality dismissed
And God takes the fall for their absurdities
Thunder that never strikes
Like a myth an ending becomes
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
I'm the river that runs dry throughout the year in the Sahel,
I'm the tree from which you cut down to recreate ,
I'm the sun that sets in the west and rises from the East in the wake of the dawn,
I'm the moonshines that light up your darkness when the tears dry up,
I'm the streams along the nile that drive the thirst back to dead waters ,
I'm the blooming white verbana when the ray of the sun hits through ,
I'm the stings that pollinate the spawn seeds on the meadows,
I'm the flakes that form snow blankets concealing the crevasses,
I'm the desert sand that burns and boils through the feet of a poor orphan child during the summer noontide ,
I'm the dirt on your path when the heavy drops hits the sands on a wet spring eve,
I'm earth's concealed treasures you use to raise metal bars to guard your fears,
I'm the stones you collect to raise shelters that trap you together yet awfully apart
I'm life's seeds lashing on travellers of earth to disperse across state lines
I'm the border crossings birds can't see
I'm the thorn that stands guard beneath the blooms of majestic roses
I'm the looming darkness that permits the hunter's prey on the wildebeest
I'm aurora and my light will guide you through the northern lines
I'm the purity of the breeze that slaps your cheeks over the eastern horizon
I'm the eagle swimming across the dark clouds with its might awakening the strength in the weak,
I'm the womb that carries the supposed stains but a new beginning,
I'm the cries of the oppressed coming from the crumbles and the rubbles on a ****** night ,
I'm the hunger that keeps you awake piercing through the slums,
I'm the pain , the sorrow , the tears ,
I'm the broken pieces inside of you ,
I'm the washed out dreams, the stolen future, the lost hope, the dead ends.
I'm the freedom you die fighting for .
I'm the hope that lifts you up at dawn to thrive,
I'm the dream that paddles its way to shore,
I'm the future, as bright as a supernova
I'm the love, the passion, I'm your truth, the reason
I'm the happiness you envision at the end of the line .
I'm nature with all its might, I am life.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Drunken and distraught,
wide awake, teetering off sanity's pave
The hard liquor bottle turns clear
Nearing emptiness, of soul and rocks
Pain that lingers
Anew with the last chug
Icy floor, face down drowning in tears and sweat,
Bruised and broken
Bloodied by a fist so mighty and raw
Strangled by a mute reality
A reverse of a parallel universe
A past irreversible
Fast rewind to right before the muscle tension
Before the limb landed
Before the rumble between two stars
The explosion of the expelled now dead star
Choking off the missed lanes
Wrong turns,
Noosed in staring down at a pool of regret
Compressed airways,
Withering breath,
Twitching feet,
Circling 'round a live cemetery ,
Momentary respite,
a note slips from the grip
As she finds release
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
You with no identity
Of thoughts awakening my conscious
Deepening affections unfathomable
At dusk, twinkles of your soul
Tickle the core of my deep hue
With no face,
Of touches trickling through my nerves
Sparks gushing across my streams
From the back of my palm, caresses strike your lush cheeks
Hairs stand on both of ours
eyes lost in the sanctity of our company
With no voice,
Of whistles softer than a nightingale
A song, melancholy of love
Slipping through your lips
As sweet as a glistening sunrise
With no name,
Of whispers louder than the echoes
With no sound bustling as though Exorcised
Pierced silence clench deeper,
A blasted muteness absolving the cosmos
With no scent,
Of breeze riddled with your fragrance
Undulating across tides and meadows
With every drop of rain, tossed Billow of glacier
Emanating from earth's core
With no being,
Of radiance illuminating the vast horizon
Scintillating through our whole being
Fused elements of our existence
Emitting flares of an explosive love
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
A fallacy, pretentious and normalised
Innately defined of which claims reality rejects
Encloses the screams of forced commitments,
Despair remains silenced,
No one wants to be here
But they can't cut off their limbs, or switch lanes
No one's done it without spiralling out of existence
Struck by constant revulsion on sight
Strings of sanity sieved from the sheaths of the conscious
The urge to assuage loneliness cruelly descending in deepened solitude
Soft hearts turned stone
Apathy dissipates
Boxed in, then locked out
Great walls erected to impede deserting
Bricks piling on as bloodied fists and claws scrape to break them down
Grid never empties as more piles descend
a game only over when agony triumphs
Or maybe the soul breaks free to dance with the stars
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC