The Night Wind

*In the night the shutters roll
In the winds I hear her soul
Wailing winds as black as coal
The night winds cry as church bells toll.

In the night the driving rain
Tapping on my window pane
Calling me to feel the pain
The night winds weep for me again

In the night the hooting  owl
In skeleton trees the night Winds howl.
I hear her voice all though the night
The night Wind blows until morning light.

If you're so broken, why don't you find the bottle opener, cupcake?
Why don't you lick the frosting off the bottom of the bowl, stoner?
When you say you're just pitiful, I see rain puddles drooling from the pockmarks of your cheeks.
I wish you'd realize that the sun isn't just shining out of my broken skin knuckles.

It was my hands that made me walk down to the corner store where I bought two forties, a pack of smokes, and a candy bar because I had the change

It was the night when I could see mars shining redder than any stars reminding me of war and why I drink but never taste

It was my heart that made me never want to love again

Some things are made to be broken
Some things are broken beyond repair

There will be a digital trace

Of this in the morning,
And I will know
That I was alive

What for you need a pen that writes black?
The man at the counter shot back
What has the blue done to offend you?

Look up the firmament
Over there the kingfisher
Once I had been to the sea
She was blue
Surely you prefer over black
A blue saree for her
So many men have staked their life
For the blue eyes of women

And then as if volleying the winning goal

Why not color all your wishes with blue
To paint the world blue-wish?

As I turned to walk away
My eyes caught the writing on his wall..

Black ink for the black heart
For the fool and the dull
Blue for the man of art
With matter in the skull

I had come to the wrong shop.

If men were born as womenfolk
And women born as men,
And oxen shied of bonded yoke
To plough no fields again

If blighted lands burned black with rage
Came verdant with the rain,
The world might turn another page
And there find peace again

A fluffy party dress
Pastels spiraling
Slivers of toes nails remain
Darken pain
His head hollowed
Her hands shake with remnants of his brain
It would be simple to blame evil
He was indebted and she was no longer patient
He could not value a jewel
A polished fool
She invited the ones craving
Like scavengers taking
Her skin sizzles in the ice cold sea
Her hair tender and breaking
She is dead with a spiritual drive
She warned the hosted heaven she wouldn't arrive