Karma

Karma Nov 2024

Red rivers send shivers that leave me aquiver
In my bed- what I said would get to her head and
Bite marks grow dark as the greedy soul harks
On my words as the birds sing unheard.

It's morning, not mourning the time we had lost.
It's now dawn, the night's gone for that was the cost
That we paid, for love made it all worth the ending
Of day- for I say on the next we'll be fending.

The love is still there but the lust in the air
Is gone from this place as rest shows its face
And when we sleep past noon, the sun as our moon,
I'll pull her close tightly, cause I love her.
And I'll wait for you idly, my lover.

#future #cottage #love #dream

Karma Nov 2024

Glass in a Salt Wound

Often I find it
Hard to tell if
I am suffocating,
Since the fetid scents
Of ghosts and ghouls
Are so intoxicating.

They wrap my head
Tenaciously.
I forget how to breathe.
My throat is tied,
My lungs, they writhe
As carbon starts to seethe.

I feel my blood
Howling in pain
As air around me boils.
Feel my heart thump,
Only to stop
And force my muscles’ coil.

The friction tears
Through beating skin,
My blurring senses wane.
My rotting mind
Induces haze
And thoughts are none but vain.

Losing focus,
Losing time,
Feeling the world just pass me by,
I feel that as
I fall from here
I’ve abandoned my design.

My pain’s replaced
With deafened peace,
A fraction of the abyss.
And lying there,
So restlessly
Leaves no room to reminisce.

This is how it feels.
This is how it feels.
This is home.
This is how it feels.
This is home.

#falling #sense #wound

Karma Nov 2024

Buckethead

I’ve a friend
With a bucket for a head.
His desires
Are rather misled.
Or maybe it’s mine
Which tarnish these lines
And wished for
A cone friend instead.

If one
With a cone took his place,
If the bucket
Had left not a trace,
Then this blood-covered train
Of thoughts in my brain
Would never have
Once shown its face.

So when my
Bucketed friend lies his head
In the sun,
And on over I tread,
I’ll fight with my foot,
And I’ll make it stay put,
Cause I’d hate
For my friend to be dead.
Yet still, in the grass,
He has bled.

My brain once told me
To end him then and there.
The bucket he wore
And the calmness he felt
Lying there in the warm grass
Made it the perfect opportunity.
I didn't, of course.

Though, now I know who he really was
What he had been doing to someone
Important to me.
Now, of course,
I wish I had listened.

#bucket #cone #****** #friend

Karma Nov 2024

Crab Cure

We had a mission, but
We didn’t know.
It was like the dialogue
Wasn’t there, or
We skipped it.

After leaving the
Second floor as
Stallions
I threw the core
Into disarray as he
Became a lizard.
While I was monkeying
Around I found
The cure
To then hear
A cry for help.

The objective made
Itself known
As I followed the
Neighs to outside the
Armory wall my horse
Friend found himself in.
The elevator doesn’t like horses.

The objective asked
What we were doing.
“Just horsing around!”
He said.
“Gross.”

A day to remember

#game #memory #true #gross #crab #horse #lizard #monkey

Karma Nov 2024

In Quires

“Why so sad, Poet?
Why don’t you cry?

What’s so bad, Poet?
How do you lie?

Why so dark, Poet?
Why hide from the light?

Why so weak, Poet?
Just stand up and fight.”

But the Poet moved not,
Not a foot, nor an inch.
His breath never faltered,
And his eyes never flinched.
He just sat in his silence,
As he let his mind wander,
And he answered as such,
Though he thought it as sonder:

“I am not sad,
I’m a poet, that’s it.

Nothing is bad,
Not even a bit.

I don’t hide from the light,
I just live in my shadow,

And there’s no reason to fight
With the quarrels so shallow.

I’ve no reason to live,
And none to die either,

So I write down my thoughts
And I hope that the readers

Can wait for the day
I choose one or the other

And look past my pain
Until my eyes lose their colour.”

And never again,
Was the Poet
Questioned.

I'll make my choice soon,
I have a feeling I'd already made it long ago
Anyway.

#conversation

Karma Nov 2024

Profanic Static

I swear
There’s nothing wrong
With me.
I swear
I am alright

I swear
I don’t need
Therapy.
Swear I haven’t
Lost my sight.

I swear
The voices are
My own,
And my will
To shun is strong.

I swear
That I’d be
Left alone,
If I listened
To their songs.

I swear
My grasp
On reality
Is flawlessly
In tact.

So why
Is it
That in my dreams
My thoughts
Can hold me back?

Why is it
That when
I blink
My dreams begin
To speak?

And why is it
That in my
Brink
The voices
Start to leak?

I swear,
I swear,
It isn’t true.
I haven’t
Lost my head.

I swear,
I swear,
I never knew,
I way,
I can’t be dead.

I swear,
I swear,
I’m in control.
I never
Let them even sigh.

I swear,
I sear,
Trust me, I know,
That why I
Almost never cry.

Try to send me to therapy all you want, Mother.
I shan't abandon my post until my final breath has been drawn.

#therapy #life #swear #normal

Karma Nov 2024

The Fire's Work

Your hands in the sand,
Your pupils expand
As light hits your eye before sound does.

The colors will land
And sparkle
And dance
As joy hits your face when the sight does.

The crackles and pops,
The crackers that hop,
And bound ever higher in the air.

The dust as it sops,
The stars as they drop
And land in the grass at the fair.

And that’s how the fireworks get you,
Touch your heart like the shower’s intent to.
They’ll land in the glade where the tents had been made
As the following show reinvents you.
Your hands in the sand,
Your pupils expand
As the flame hits your eye when the scream does.

The now blazen land
Will spread out
And dance
As the terror hits your face when the scene does.

The crackles and pops,
The voices that hop
And bound and ring in your ears.

The soot as it sops,
The thuds as they drop
And land in the ash as you feared.

And that’s how the fire works;
It won’t touch you, but it’ll still hurt.
See, there once was a glade where the tents had been made
And a fire would make your heart burst

That’s just how the fire works.

we all flinch
with our eyes wide open
like deer
at the terrible field fire
of the family reunion

#fireworks #mirror #death #show