Let’s dally in pain
coat ourselves in coal
as we await the apocalypse
when the diety will declare
death to the society
death to the communion
death to the society

Let’s the emotional turmoil
become the boil that bursts
all the unhappy drafted chants
when the diety will declare
death to the society
death to the communion
death to the society

All the clouds will burst
with chalks of clay
those chunks that mend
As we amend to a neutral
at the leyline of a sublime gift
where the interface of energy
draws attention to the waning moon
under the shear of unwanted hearsays
as such a time is drawing nigh
As their sacrifices drown the night
At the crossroads where ...... two wrongs never make a right

You came promising crystal pearls
the ones at the base of the deep waters
polished, untainted and in pure form
Yet the scent of the beauty disappears
in the most conventional raided mist
and all the words are mere words
and all the love is a mere love
for that one spark becomes a limited shine
one that goes up the skies but pours
hitting the grounds as torrential rain
and the eyes are founded by tears
and the mirror of the reflection dissipates
right to the pit of a haunted quarry
as the heart silent in an ailment
as the colour of the soul becomes knotted
locked never to utter lonesome memories

The sea whistles gently eastwards
right to the rocks of a promise
the in-between without a compromise
nor reasons of a just triumph

That sunset was so beautiful
with an glowing amber sheen
lowly reflected upon the waters
to the dense of the drowning pebbles

I stretched my arms and you was cold
distanced in treason confrontations
no permission to treasure my disposition
nor an intermission to give a position

I shall **** you, like I killed all the darlings
those that brought a fiery passion
and their heat transpired to a lustful tension
May the fiery seas draw to your conclusion

Sometimes I wish I could be a man
the sun will just make me move
dance like Finley Quaye
gathering rainbows
as the sun rays penetrates
deeply through the layers
of the spinning dreidel

Sometimes I wish I could be a man
may be the girls will stare and think
wink and weakly muse
gathering rainbows
as the winter sacrifices it’s cold spell
over the mast of a mountain peak
past the cold freeze of the snowy frost

......If I were a man, I would lay her reign by the summerly graffiti trail. Then, sing her lullabies made of rubies and red roses........

The handheld ticket of the worldly escape
takes its turn as moments take a cease
the time has ripened in season
where all erodes and is left behind
as I dream of a place far away
that empty castle waiting to be filled
decorated with stars and special furs
overlooking the meadows on the lake
where their reflection says more than words
where their straws and reeds sway and raise
Upon valleys of truth, by the grooves
where my heart will cruise and parade
The song is perfused in the air
showing the other part of me on a distance land
without a care, impermeable and floating
as I feel the change, by the touch of the roses
and how the petals drool to testify the variance

The runaway husbands have no tales to tell
before long their roses dry and the love die
as they tie in strokes of un-diffused confusion
watching the time decay as the tempest night cries

When the morning comes you die again
like that rug that was left for mere disuse
in a field of the undefined and defiled
dancing salutes with an invisible Sultan

Sometimes the questions are unanswerable
and clusters of closure are permissible
as the dim shine glosses to a smooth polish
the suffered broken parts of the strolls unashamed

It all takes times to feel a whole again
and the beat of the drum arise in fiery fumes
Streaming, a-coursing deep in the veins
searching for a surrender to that serene direction

Fountains past a milky one
blinded spots of spoilt stones
darkened pebbles of loath
turned to a necrotic lesion
tensions of unmentioned
tractions of the substitute
for the light I saw dimmed
Such a rapid trim discarded
as if it never breathed or existed
Such a polish of luminance
evaporated over the unseen clouds
and all the edges are now scratched
summed in all the misspoken words
Why did you even want to play?
with a mass as big as whale
a sail of the disproportionate
abstracted dissonance as accorded
too quick to run away from the red flags
footsteps of the unmarked foot steps
in filtered tracks of a chauvinist prokaryote