my life turns to escaping harmful reality
running from judgmental and disgusting society
yet im just spinning arround myself hopelessly
The air is heavy with a million million souls
Parts of wholes that escaped in the breaths of prayers
Whispered at windows of the desperate and the faithful
In the apple-core-rot towns and cities of America.
I’m standing in my driveway
And I can feel them all,
Bearing down like storm clouds in the heat.
Another offering could bring the heavens crashing to my feet.
My forehead is sweating, standing there in my driveway,
And I wipe it with the back of my hand,
Squinting into the haze.
The waves of energy
Their ecstatic mass vibrating, buzzing, clicking
A dog’s toenails on linoleum
A tiny ear pressed to a mother’s chest as she hums. A heartbeat.
I feel dizzy
and wonder if the entirety of the universe
is made of the hopeful, wasted energy of unanswered prayers
I will dig a deep well inside myself to deposit the seeds of doubt, I say to myself and no one and the universe,
and despairing for the orphaned dreams surrounding me,
I give in to the indulgence of wishing.
The sky sags under the weight of a new plea
As I prepare to forget
the world suffers with and without me
all things take shape in the way it was meant to be
my attachment to it could affect only me
it breaks me when I am apart from it
when I am not part of bigger things
and they surround me.
not included in movements
missing out on various moments
loss being heavy on me
and tasting the feeling of envy
I like and dislike this and that
but no one ask me of what I think
every one has thoughts of their own
and things are working out just fine.
a disconnected environment
in a deeply wired mess
nothing works as expected
more or less.
Pride of man
Is the downfall of sin.
Be First to look
At your own short comings
Before you cast judgement.
There is tropical warmth and listless life
In the city this morning of July 9th 2020
The poet finding her hidden voice
While searching for the correct words,
Just to coincide with the invisible
birds with the sweetest tunes,
on church street and Tennis road
The stillest trees with the airborne disease
Presses on despite its odds choice
Yet, they say my poems isn’t up to parody
A poet must stay in her lane,
A painter must control each and every stroke,
An essential worker must embrace the moments
Of respect, because it’s not going to last
As well as the stillest trees,
with the airborne disease
must presses on despite its odd choice?
I think the citizens of this country
should stop focusing
On what Mr. Trump says or do.
They should reminisce on why
They elected him in the first place
My mixing bowl did not get on top the tallest shelves
Someone place it there, and somebody have to take it down
There is tropical warmth and listless life
Around most country today,
And yes, there is going to be more missing children,
As we move forward dealing, with crisis like this
Pandemic, politic and riots:
Because when we don’t paid the Pied Pipers
Our livelihood and our children will vanish:
Love drove My Heart,
on a Hell of a Ride.
It washed down My Ego
and also some Pride.
Last Night as I read,
Her Scarlet Letters of Love.
As Grey Clouds kept passing,
in the Skies Above.
I searched for one Letter,
which mentioned My Heart.
A Caption that Read
"Till Death does Us Apart"
I ripped that Letter
and tore every single Word.
I screamed Her Name,
but it wasn't even Heard.
Darkness grows Darker,
when shadows fall My Way.
As memories of My last Love,
simply fails to fade Away.
I have failed myself with such absoluteness
That not even death
Would be of any use
in the palm of her ruined hands
was a single seed
if she grew one flower
spring would be in her sights
but winter pulled her down
together they were miserable
she could not bring change about
and so spring never came
The inspiration dies.
All the time in the world
Is never enough
The food loses its spice,
the river floods
the fire burns
the dust settles,
the smoke fills the air.
Thunder glitters the sky,
the land slides.
A small child cries
The sun sets
The gloom steps in
An adult hides,
the sourness stays.
The prices rises
Diseases spread around
World is falling apart.
Everyone is going back
It is true but not.
Nothing really exists
Illusions dive in.
Every time I open my eyes
I know I am letting someone down
I am not enough for me
I cannot even think of you now.
I always hope for the best
I don't see it coming out now
then I pray it not to be the worst
and rhythm just takes me down.
Regretting the words I have said
regretting speaking them now
it is always the pride
never liking to be so down.
I could have started it now
I could have ended it then
but I am sitting on the ground
I don't want to get up
Resting while I can.