Baby, please.
It's the way you speak,
forming words so easily.
And I think of the way you think,
it keeps me from falling *asleep.

It was the middle of the night
I saw this girl dressed in white
She was sitting on the road alone
So i came closer to ask her whats wrong
I approched and placed my hand on her arm
"Hey there lady i mean no harm"
She seemd careless crying like a little kid
Before i had time to say anything else
A guy came out of nowhere with a gun pointing to my head
Then the girl started to laugh
They took my money
They took my keys
And left me in the middle of the street

I tried to help but i got scammed

A couple of days later i get this call
It was the police they had found my car

With two dead body inside

Death Cause : Overdose

It looks like those two robbed me to buy some drugs...


Words Of Harfouchism

I ate a gnat
then spat
sat
down
digesting that
what
had happened
when
a fly flew
up
my
***

and tickled
so
I farted
blew him
to
three
or four parts.

Then,
thinking
all was
done,
a Beagle
came and bit my
ankle.

I snatched him
earless.

Then to my dismay an
Eagle came and said,
"god ******, we are just hungry"

He snatched my thumb and flew away
into the frigid night
with my digit.
I now sit here,
twaddlin'

I sit alone by my red rainbow
taunted by my own feelings so strong
surrogate of my own fate that is so empty
translucent of my colors of red...

Black and white shadows of grey makes me drown in my waterfall
as my dream unfolds it is misplaced and forgotten
the colors of our passion that has the taste of salt
and the rain on my lips I know and the loneliness of my fear...

I try to stay within the lines as it fades into the twilight
of memories not too distant of love in the darkness shadows of night ...

As my warrior heart sparked to life can it withstand any war and lose
a holy ground that bleeds can never be just a whisper of a lustful embrace
painted scarlet red...

as I struggle and I breath...

The more I give my soul with the casting under tone
the words form to paint rays that stimulates my hidden calm
of the evening sun..

With each stroke of his hand leading into temptation
it transforms the blank canvas to red tones with blood coursing
to a maroon color of dawn to give new life, never to rest
That turns our golden love in this outbound heart that breaks ...
Into shades of my red rainbow...*

Debbie Brooks 2014

artifacts arranged
chronologically -

flint and wood
allied with cordage -

sharp-edged bronze and iron
- a skull with cut marks
beside a copper
-tipped alloy bullet

on the shelf between
war and peace
and anthropology -
an anthology

- details emerge
in the painting
- killing is our nature
and dying

- a still life.

r ~ 10/26/14