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Bilal Kaci Jan 2014
The doorbell rings
Another restless night
Interrupted

It’s Antonio
Standing in the rain
With a six pack cradled in his arms

Go home, Vivaldi
This is getting out of hand


A torn baseball cap
Barely taming his tangled
Madness

I’ve got nowhere else, man
Just one more night..
I brought beer


*…alright
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
Bilal Kaci Jan 2014
I’ve been anticipating our little rendez vous
Your fingers weaved through mine
I admit it I may have been looking forward to it
To drown in your intoxicating perfume
As I purge myself of
Compulsion
Seduction
Repulsion
Obstruction
Destruction
Oh stranger you know me well
Will you take me with you
*to hell?
3 poems i stuck together
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
Bilal Kaci Jan 2014
Baby, I long for your precarious love
And I crave your dangerously familiar taste
That lingers in the air, polluted by you  
Oh…How I miss your suicidal kiss
….
It’s unfortunate but times have changed
Your presence sickens me
And I am done with you
My beloved nicotine
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
Bilal Kaci Jan 2014
She stood boldly, my hands wrapped around her hips
You did not come here for my love, now have you? But for an unstable fix
Seducing me as she spoke, with her pungently amber lips
I leaned forward mid-sentence, and indulged in her poisonous kiss
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
Bilal Kaci Jan 2014
Within darkness, there lies darkness
..
For Through the cracks, it seeps through the levy
Submerging the smiles, the laughs and the love
But it is not the storm that shatters our windows
Like diamonds cutting through the air
It is screams of the mothers and children
That has lured the Serpent out of her lair
It is not the storm that swallows us whole
It is our ignorance, our sin
Ohh* My fellow humans;
It is time to blow out the candles
And let
The darkness

In
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
Bilal Kaci Jan 2014
We laid in bed, bathing in muffled sunlight
A golden stream seeped between the drapes
Our Arms and legs tangled under love stained sheets
-It was the morning of the New Year
And so the sun rose slowly over the condos that barricade the shore
We were not working, not buying, not selling, not talking, not thinking
We were not planning not worrying not regretting not celebrating
But embracing one and other, both physically and spiritually
Her breath a weeping violin, her heart plucking an upright bass
And as we shift, tossing and turning in a rain stick lullaby
We were alive, in love. And that was all that mattered
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
Bilal Kaci Dec 2013
Poetry is for those who know that emotion
Is encrypted within the words spoken
Poetry is for the curious, and the mysterious
Although most Poets are true, they’re irrepressibly mischievous  
So open your mind before you open eyes
For this art often wears a bashful disguise

*Ink is *****, mixed with scarlet love
Words are jagged, and poetry is blood
Something you may all already know
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
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