by Arcassin Burnham


I'll stay with you in this line if you want me to

flashing images in my head makes me think
that i am dead and possibly unable to comprehend,

I'll be what you want to be at the end of the day

you kiss my cheek and bush my skin with your hands,
pays attention to my glance without the decorative sin,


I'm floating off into the abyss of fracturing skulls,
as i brake mine i see the mountain that crumbles
and falls with the swing of my arms and the rhythm
in my steps and the flask that i drink in my hands where
the blood comes from my finger tips,
it wouldn't last,
while waiting in this long line.

When I found you,
I found myself.

By Arcassin Burnham

Don't want this fling to end,
Lay your head on my chest with a silent voice,
Boiling blood and painted feelings
Fill the void oooooh,
Skin touching feeling your indulgences,
My condolences
R.I.p to all the hatefulness,
I cherish you life itself in
Hopes to have you here again,
Miss ***** blonde,
With freckles and an mild attitude,
I want to be a jokster,
I didn't want to be rude,
I didn't mean to lead you on,
I know that might have been cruel.

by Arcassin Burnham

Tell Your friends, tell your friends,
that you haven't ******* loose ends,
shooting at paper planes,
and carrying weight,

tell your friends, tell your friends,
that it ends where it begins,
better perfect your aim,
Because there's no time to waste,

Erasing limits far beyond our humanity,
Pure in the greatest of forms and all your social graces,
Tell that ***** pest to trade places
So you could be in the upper class of delightfulness,
But knowing in reality your delightful mess.

DUCT TAPE**

"Abdullah Thani Faris al Andzi lost both his legs in a U.S. bombing campaign in Afghanistan while he was employed as a humanitarian aide worker. After his first leg was amputated, he was arrested by bounty hunters and turned over to U.S. forces. While in custody, his second leg was amputated. He has been held at Guantanamo since 2002, where he has received inadequate medical treatment and often been forced to walk using prosthetic limbs held together only with duct tape."
- from "poems from Guantanamo: the Detainees Speak"

~~~~~

As the bombs rain,
they tell us they are for peace.
So I ask them:
Do flowers bloom
or grass grow
held in such chains;
or seeing humans
suffer such pains?
~~~~~
Mountains weep,
and I speak in tear filled oceans,
whose ebb and flow
erode my beach of hope;
all I have left are curses
told in Arabic qasid verses.
~~~~~
As the bombs rain,
ripping apart innocent people's limbs,
they say they are for peace.
And I ask:
will birds fly
and sing their songs,
or will they,
like so many of us,
have only plastic legs
held together with duct tape?

~~redzone (Aztec Warrior) 9.23.10
(Another earlier poem I wrote using a different pen name)