You know what's worse than someone deceiving or cheating you...the realization that you should've been able to identify and see through that person..and you failed to do so...'coz you let trust blind you...even though you trust someone..that is no reason to relax and take it easy...always be vigilant...the person who cheats you could be anyone...even those who are closest to your heart.

Walking by an old graveyard
On a late Sunday afternoon
I noticed a figure at guard
Waiting for the peek of the full moon

Dressed in a black robe
Doing sort of prayer ritual
His hand hanging like a lobe
A rare type to my own visual

I dared not to go near the figure
As it looked busy praying
Unable to control my eager
Too keen to see, what it was doing

As I moved closer to the bushes
I heard voices chanting something
A chill up my spine, I felt the pushes
But on notice, there was nothing

I read somewhere that chanting has power
To see if it really worked
I stayed to witness for another hour
Than I became totally shocked

***** of fire floating away with each chant
My vision widened to see what it wants
A step nearer to the place of ritual
I must admit am purely spiritual

Black smoke rouse in the air
Like thousand tongues, the voices grew
Two robe figures sitting in a pair
I was thrilled by the astonishing view

Almost watching for nearly two hours
I was scared as well as inquisitive
Then came the heavy pouring showers
Yet the floating flames were active

I was unware as I was being watched
Caring less they continued to pray
They had a sweet tooth for carcass, washed
Hungrily they grabbed in to prey

Running home, as I caught up with my breath
What I saw today was a crazy unbelievable ****
Such rituals of what!! for people after death
I rather change my route,
                     before they show me their wrath...


©sim

The dead stare opened eyed
                because they say nothing..

But with open mouths,
                          they scream
                      silently into  oblivion.

It was too early, she was too young
She only wanted to belong
Instead of friends, she came home with bruises
And they were only amused

She was just seven, only second grade
And leaving home so afraid
Instead of listening, her cries meant nothing
Maybe she meant nothing
Maybe help was never coming

It went on too long, she could never win
She only wanted to stop them
Instead of smiles, she grew up with anger
And they only blamed her

She was just a child, only a little kid
And dreaming of her coffin
Instead of crying, she wanted to stop hurting
Maybe she could stop hurting
Maybe she could bury it

It was too late, she was so wrong
The damage was already done

The cicadas scream there mating song
Courage runs thru me
I'm gonna tell him
I am
The conversation has lulled
Perfect time
I'm gonna say it
 I'm gonna scream it to him
"Babe, I know you love me.
I know you tolerate my children for me.
But babe, my baby is sick.
He's sick in the head.
He..."
I'm gonna do it
I'm gonna tell him the rest of that sentence
My mouth opens
The words begging to come out
It's as though they know me
Know my fear of saying it aloud
Aloud to someone who isn't...
The cicadas crescendo their mating scream
We are deaf to anything else
The words die before they exit my mouth
But one day they won't be there
Summer will be gone
"Closed for the season" sign plastered in the sky
"Thanks for staying!
Come back again next year!"
That's what it says
Yeah, that's what'll happen
The cicadas silence
Fall will come
Along with the words that sit
Sit at the edge of my tongue
The reason I started smoking a pack a day again
Why I'm asked "why are you so pensive?"
"Do you really want to know?"
I'll tell you, then you'll go screaming from me
"An abomination! That's what it is!"
The cicadas stop me
But only for now
I will tell
In the dark
When there's no light to comfort you
Whlie I'm breaking
That's when I'll tell you
Don't leave me. Stay
This is when I'll need you most
When the cicadas have sung their last screaming ****
When the green leaves turn orange
when I tell you what he....

I wanna have lunch with Poe,
at Burger King,

because I'm sure he would appreciate how ghoulish that King in their commercial is

I don't want him to recite verse
while we fill our medium cups with corn syrup nectar--a giant leap
down from laudanum

I do want to ask about the Cask of Amontillado and being walled in slowly, for eternity

for to me that is creepier than all the crimson cream in the Masque of the Red Death

I want to know if he likes the fries--will he dare to dip them in scarlet paste we call catsup

mostly I want to know if he remembers the alley where he was found,

not yet a legend, consumed by consumption and delirium in equal measure

and if there were rodents privileged to hear his last whispered words--or even a gasp

I am buying, Ed, so grab that Whopper with both bony paws and tell me terrible tales, evermore

you've been on the same branch
on my Hackberry all day

in shade; though I don't know the glare of a star
means the same to you

for me, the arc of the Texas sun is measured
by Mercury and the clock

for thee, time, heat, and light are perhaps pulse
without calibration

I only know your mate has been in the shallow grass
beneath you...

prostrate, still, silent--since well before
this dawn