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742 · Mar 2013
Princess of the Alley
Hey mister
can you spare me
some?
It's been a while since I
have tasted anything other
than the soil from the
land of my father
Sadly
my father's gone and
so as his land
I think the gods took it...
He was ill, very ill and
couldn't plow the field
no
more
My mother's gone too
I can't even remember if she
was taken too or left or
died
But I remember
her face, her
sadness-riddled face
She wanted more than
more but...
Do you think I'll be like my
mother?
But I
am still young
Perhaps
for now, I'll wear a mask and
dance for the
gods...
For the younglings who have stepped into the world of prostitution, may you find your way back...


Mek
01.13.13
742 · Feb 2013
Collisions of the Night
...A desolated wolf howls
at the circle of the moon
Painting a silhouette of
thoughts within the black that
surrounds the night
Resisting solace
and the calm
of a melancholic drowning
that shades the light
with shadows
and
elusive doubts
Heaving
an isolated reverie
memories of a fallen leaf
Dry and colorless
felt the void
that haunts the rhythms
of my deluded
sanity...
Mek
Feb10
740 · Mar 2013
Short of Breath
...Calm the air
so bridges will never
burn
Blame the fire
that feeds the dream
toward insignificant
expectations
Light at the end
and panic in between
Suspended belief
and paranoia sets in
Sleep
with one eye open
never to rest...
Reality
lit the wick
songs of the last standing
candle
Scream of a gunshot
hope to turn
til it hits you dead
on the
spot...
Mek
08.25.09
730 · Apr 2013
We Are... Strangers
...The ground shook
with sadness
and the dust from the bones of
the long dead drifts along
with the breeze like
a torn leaf carried by
the stream
Fading into distance til it's
forgotten
Hope is not
arrogant and selfish
unlike the men at the end of
a spider's web
desperately trying to
reach the rim of the hole
for air
But like the leaf, we
are torn
It will soon come to the edge
and the sun will be
cold...
Mek
01.21.13
729 · Feb 2013
Canvass of a Sunset
...Playing with the sun
a warmth in every breath
soaring with the breeze
cascading through wild daisies
A cradle within a sunflower's song
playing hide and seek
under the cool shade
of a contented wrinkled tree
Humming a song
a harmony in its leaves
and a butterfly *****
Stardust
magic in the sky
Scent of a lady and
a memory of a beautiful foliage
And as the sky
descends upon the horizon
into a collision
of melancholic hues
I wonder if tomorrow
will still be
warm...
Mek
Jan09
724 · Mar 2013
Something We Call Life
...See the blood that
paints this place
red
while gods play
with everything that surrounds
heaven and hell
Most in the masquerade
pretend
not to see
the hungry flies
in the lifeless bodies' eyes
but the stench is what
haunts their dreams
until it forces them to
walk away from the truth
and rot
in the comfort
of their bed with stolen wines
while simple people die
from thirst
In the end
people will not talk about life
anymore but
who gets
what...
Mek
11.02.09
709 · Mar 2013
Empty
...It is not
poetry
but a sense lost
in words
Morning, it brings blue
so fresh so real
and confused
Like a feather gone mad
caught in the storm
But there's no rain
not today or
tomorrow
Only the calm...
the eerie silence that
screams when everything
is
still
So you wait, hoping it will wane and
waited long enough
only to realize
you have defined
Void...
Mek
01.07.13
...We chose to live
in a dark world
under the blood
wrapped
heavens
so we could burn the gods
and spit on their ashes
The devil soars
to cloud the path and we
are lost in a man made
Black
Friday
redemption
So much has been
sacrificed in the name of what we
have thought to be
the truth
And we justify the
acts of malice to deny
what the elders have once taught
We are defiant as ever
and we rot in this hell called our
self...
Mek
12.02.09
698 · Feb 2013
Of Chasing Dreams
Waking up in the morning of our lives
Seeing the Sun
Hearing the birds
Smelling the scent of sweet flowers
Smiling at this beautiful day
Enjoying the warmth
Basking in the fields of happiness
Seeing a vision
Like a reality coming to life
Grabbing it
Raging through complexities
Forgetting about subtleties within simplicity
Looking forward to achieving
Goals are set
Climbing the never easy ladder
Or the stairwell of
sometimes unethical competitions
Reaching the top where
ego and pride awaits
Submitting to it
Devouring your sense of being
Soaring high
beyond the colors of the rainbows
When dusk comes
preoccupation wins
Sitting down contemplating
pondering thoughts…
Is everything worth my life?
Where is the happiness
that has brought the smile?
And at the end of the day
thinking…
Where are the days
when I used to bask under the sun
In the fields of
happiness?


Mek
Oct07
Dreams are sometimes blinding...
694 · Mar 2013
Denial of a Hypocrite
...We are
throwing stones at the bush
hoping it would
burn
Hoping
for a miracle in the flesh
And we cry in despair and
we get angry
and we get
tired
but restless
So we drop on our knees
to worship the dirt
feeding on madness
...Mirrors to shatter
so as bridges to burn
so we can blame
and dream and
escape
and act like
fools...
Mek
12.26.12
685 · Apr 2013
Love Buzz
...Love stories are
sometimes written by romantic regrets
Hands used to hold another
and now they are
empty
collecting dust from broken promises
Words were said
drifted and lost
but the memories remain like
a sliver in the backbone
Chained to the thought of
hopefully
once again
Trying to revive the flame
under the rain as the
soul drowns in sorrow
But like shattered mirrors
they can never tell
the same story
again...
Mek
02.14.13
684 · Apr 2013
A Different Night
...Blood is dry like bones and dust
So as the stars
wrapped by a moonless sky
Reasons have never been this dull
and the air is turning into
fragments of broken mirrors
Breathing
so it seems
is but another struggle worse
than drowning in nightmares
So I dream
perhaps one day in the dark
the sky would rumble
behind the black clouds
and hold a prayer
to light the
lightning...
Mek
02.08.13
680 · Feb 2013
Blind Echos
...Beneath every smile
lies a dormant tear in
this world of chaos
Needing a light
deep within the
decadence…

Beneath
every silence that
empties the day
cries a melange of nostalgic sky
Heard within dreams of
desperate solace
Overshadowed by insanity
shrouded by
the dark of
blindness…
Mek
Dec08
662 · Mar 2013
In the Absence
...I lost
God
beneath six feet of collapsed
core belief
and mysteries faded to black
as raging fires of
corrupted reasons and logic
fed the insecurites
of the dawn of defiance
Foaming at the mouth
while embracing the
manifesto of the black sun
under the heavens of sins
and the dying
Remnants of a miracle
silhouttes of faith
tomorrow will be dark
But
somehow
for some reason
I know that I
will believe once
again...
Mek
01.11.10
649 · Feb 2013
Once Upon A Time
...There was
once
upon a time when
man and beast
plowed the lands
with their raw strength
and the ability to
accept the fact
that life
isn't fair and they
never complained
until the age of the black crows
came
Perhaps transition
was too fast that we often
forget that we are
alive
because of those
who dance
under the
rain...
Mek
Jun09
649 · Mar 2013
A Fish on Dry Water
...Tell them of the stories
made by those who have suffered
Show them the lands where
the ground has been stained by the
blood of once men who
had dreamed of nothing but
golden suns
Let them hear
the eternal cry of the dead
and let them choose denial
over the truth
A world bereft of angels
God
it seems
left this place a long time ago
and the only thing that remains is
a shadow of a vague memory
along with
the almost forgotten footsteps
of The Man
who walked on
water…
Mek
03.03.10
648 · Mar 2013
Once There Came A Belief
...The blood of
the daughters and the
sons of those mothers and
fathers who have been
butchered
in the name of a belief
that transcends reasons
are screaming beyond
agony
But
it seems the heavens are
crowded with
the devil's
******
and the cries were ignored while
they danced and
feasted upon flesh
upon
flesh
They, the mothers and the fathers
languished under the skies
wondering
what has become of
God…
Mek
01.19.13
647 · Mar 2013
Black Stones
...Judge me
not
by the hooded face of
hypocrisy beneath your
elaborated cross
Sinner is the soul and we
are no different
from the malice of logic
Blessed are those who see
a poor man in heaven
for they do not feel alone
in this crowded
city of gold
Stone me to death
only if
talking to the Devil is
a sin
Faith is a belief
founded not
on stagnant
waters...
Mek
09.02.09
647 · Mar 2013
Just Another Story
...The heart speaks
even black clouds spread
You know it's right
and the words are
not silhouttes
facing the shadow
Never live to dream
they will drive you
slowly
into madness
Miracles don't happen by
shaking the tree
You have to have fire
for things to burn and
you'll see how easy it is to
ride the tides
Masks are useful to hide the blush
but don't wear them too often
You don't want people to
forget your face
And for every tear is
a cry
Let it happen and
it will be
alright...
Mek
01.23.13
646 · Feb 2013
Bestowed
...There lies a plane
in every page of a blank book
where the colors of void
transcend
into a trance
of a silent dark
Beckoning a truth
detached
from chains of pride
beyond the burden
of the earth
beneath an old tree
inscribed by man
Cascading candle tears
signals a quill of its time to journey
into worlds
with the whispers of the wind
and a torch
that lights a painting
of fire...
Soon the flame will wane
blackness
will be absolute
and the dead knows
by the death of a candle
a poet will be born...
Mek
Jan09
645 · Feb 2013
The Kings' Heaven
...Elaborated kings
fill their bellies with gold
while their wives
dine with princes
giving the spoils to the jackals
behind the shadows of
their king's throne
They ignore the meek
nailed on the cross
crying for nothing but water
Nine inch nails
witness the blood spill
as wolves ravaged the harvest
of farmers who dine
with the blue moon
Greed
wanting more power
leaving the inferior hanging
in the gallows
of desolated
promises....
Mek
Jan09
636 · Feb 2013
A Time to Forget
There lies a small town situated in an idea beyond man's point of view. He seeks the courage to make that step towards a recognition that it's time to let go. He remembers his first bicycle ride...

...Reaching the stars
from a transcendent void is
a journey that defies
her concept of
everyday life
Flowers may bloom
but the scent...

...It's either his reasoning or the cold that makes the whiskey dull. Building fire out of ice is hypocrisy. But then again, many are obliged to please despair. He hears the calling of the irony as if reality didn't exist...

...A melody
barely played into
the fading distance
another memory
forgotten
and it becomes
worse...

...The calling seems to be getting more vague with each passing moment. Attachments are heavier than the burden of a decision to make a choice. Strands of smoke rise in the air and he thinks of her one last time...

...Seasons will
pass
and suns may shine
Remembering
will always be
a part
of her every breath...
Tangent Freeverse

Mek
May09
632 · Feb 2013
A Quill in the Dark
...It dwells
behind the dancing candle flame
amongst the shadows
in the absence of colors
dark as almost black
not as void
but a different
emptiness
in each smoke that
fades in the air
like unicorns
drifting with a myth
Descending
with the desperation
of a flightless quill
a bloodless ink
turning into a
scream...
Mek
Jan09
632 · Feb 2013
Remembering
...Her hair lingers in mid air
drawing the last
traces
of the sun
love was yesterday's
wallflower
on the dance floor and
the scent of a
familiar perfume
is the only
remembrance
in a glimpse
of sunlight
She holds on
to the addiction
of remembering
until moments
of bliss
bled her
dry...
Mek
Jun09
627 · Feb 2013
The Victims
Six years of haunted light, he still couldn't figure out the reason why he was born upside down. Maybe he was too young to understand. It wasn't his choice to be here but... who is to blame?

...The side streets
tell another story
far worse
than the promises
of those who
govern...

...The urban jungle seemed too crowded with greed. Perhaps the right to live is a privilege not all can afford. Fate it seems is cruel... or maybe it's just man. He heard another growl from his stomach...

...Dwellers
of the underground
are guilty of the crime
fed by hunger
But not all is a
criminal...

...Dreams never tread the world of sleepless nights. He had been waiting for one but the cold ground never gave way for comfort. He stared at the stars with drowning eyes. If only...

...Dignity
and the very concept of it
has been redefined
to fit those who dine
Perhaps
the world is
indeed
selfish...
Mek
Jun09

**Tangent Freeverse
618 · Mar 2013
Complicated Irony
...And we are
forever
attached to the boat we
row
Through waves
and storms and
still nights
and stars
that we struggle to reach
until we miss the desert
that gave the thirst of a
blue moon's horizon
Thinking
wondering
until the why demands
for reasons and we
drown in despair trying to
defy the calm waters
that brought us
the reflection of the truth
No... we're not alone
but we chose
to be on our
own...
Mek
08.18.09
615 · Feb 2013
Poison
...Strange
that I felt it
A concept beyond choice
that unexpectedly transcends
expectations
An idea that brought forth
a longing
Where one is a victim
entangled in the web
A happy ending that
some of us see as
just
another myth and a search where
few ever succeed
It's probably
the light in every sunshine or
the radiance
in every smile
To some it's
the reason why
flowers bloom
upon a winter's death
Or perhaps
it's what surrounds us
in this world
where
everybody pretends
to care...
Mek
May09
612 · Feb 2013
Disillusioned
…Walls came crashing down
ruins of a fortress, louder than
thunder
Wicked gods
awakening screams
of distorted sleep
Nothing but a dream
anger driven
hope
Desperate
to be free of
despair
Into the twilight
with nothing but a blinded sight
Harmonious anguish of
howling moonlight and
a dead
song
sings
a shattering shrill
Nights of cold whispers
they’re never fading
Nostalgic
memories of the sun
If things were only
built everything upon beauty
then the skies would paint
a warm golden sun…
Mek
Nov08
606 · Feb 2013
Fabricated Angels
Bleeding from misleading arrows
struck by the cherub bribed by you
Rusted knives
cut deep
scarred and ditched
after every weakness exposed
Poisoned with streams of angelic lies
poured on my life’s glass that once flowed with
the light of the midnight sun
A love you have shown…
Defined ever after like there’s no end
It felt real
Emotions were filled
yet doubts were the only certainties
And as the mirror reflected the vagueness
it all came to light…
The world has fallen apart
A storm brewed by my believing of
your fabricated feathered wings
I have fallen for your voices of dramas
Lured me to open…
Sacrificed innocent lambs
like a fool’s offerings to false gods
You embraced me as no one ever did
but it was of cloaked deceit that
stabbed the core of me
I have been blinded by your radiance
never seeing the shadow beneath your
echoing beauty
It was a love trying to end my breath
A dagger that slits, a sliver in my sanity
Bled with cries of despair that
no one ever heard
And after everything that has come to pass
I walk in this nowhere
Never knowing…

Mek
Oct07
594 · Feb 2013
Bones Under the Bed
...I think I
willl keep it
til the end of time
Melted and tainted
three days of mourning
under the dead sun
Let it bleed
but never choke
Slowly
fade
or enjoy an old beat
It's never too late
...is it?
The rivers ain't dry
so as the cry
All is well...
maybe Was
never cared
but all the things that I keep inside
ruined my best
disguise...
Mek
Jul09
590 · Feb 2013
Luna
Shades of the Moonlight
speak of a different hue
She calls with soothing warmth
Hair waves loosely
An embracing reality of a touch…
Her sweet whisper’s a spell of a
Midnight Solace
beyond seas of the horizon and
sloping meadows
perfection over anything…
Fingertips gently rolling through
cascading landscapes of silk
Flowing unmasked skin
Hair raising… not of the cold
but of sweetness
within the night breeze in each breath…
A scent of a Night Flower
…floating magic in the air
Its Soul touches my Heart
a sensation of oneness
Showering falling stars
basking beneath
a mystical
moonrise…
Mek
Aug08
...They bled and tasted
blood
Their own and of their
brothers and everybody else who
have called this land
home
They wept on their knees
for the ground has turned red
and the skies bore a hole that
will never forget the
afternoon when
the robed monkeys came
Screaming, preaching
they uttered words... strange words
Divine, it's what they said but
filled their bellies with
flesh and grains and gold and
souls
Sentiments have gone
a long time ago, not forgotten
For tomorrows never brought the yesterdays  
nor their brothers, their lands, their
homes
But the sun, in each rising
only gave mornings of
mournings...
Mek
03.30.13

*A sequel of some sort...
584 · Feb 2013
Moonlit Words
Words...
written and born
to last immortality
Sacred as the moon as
the sun
as the time
to endless shifting sands
upon waves and tides
and sunset painted dunes
Memories of an eternal
breathing
a home within an abode
of solace
and serenity of a starlit
midnight sky
Cool as a morning
dew
a butterfly's wings
and the magic of stardust
Drifting with
every breeze
A truth within a heartbeat
of souls...
never ending smiles
Warmth
never fading...
Mek
Jan09
583 · Feb 2013
Glimpse
3 am... the clock had told her. The morning dew was still taking its shape and the dream was still fresh in her mind. It lingered like a kiss' after taste. She wondered...

"Miles of 8, 000 Kisses..."
he started to pen
but it's too vague
and the dead
are not
talking today...

Strange... that dream was strange. It definitely tasted like a kiss but no one's there. It left a void and it only made the longing worse...

...He took another drink
and looked into
dreams
he saw her once
her hair drew
a silhouette of
cascades in the waterfall...

...She found herself staring at the moon again. The moonlight never gave her warmth. But something... something serene had embraced her. Secured. Contented. She closed her eyes...

...he stood there
at the edge of
contemplation
"Miles...
....of 8, 000 Kisses"
It made sense...
Mek
Feb09
582 · Feb 2013
When It Rains
He spent his last moments under the rain. Those raindrops reminded him of the songs of a thousand voices in his head. He had hoped things like these would stop...

...She sensed
wickedness
in her dream
It wasn't time yet
but she struggled for
light...

...Flood came like washed out memories. He remembered when the flowers withered when night came. He stood motionless anticipating the drown. Ironically he smiled...

...She had always
believed in miracles
Though
she never knew
the taste of it
her hopes were strong...

...Time had stopped. Everything came back... everything. He knew that regrets would never taste sweet but never thought they could make him cry. And so he cried without the rain...

...Down on her knees
the wound was
deep
She wanted to cry but
they would see her
It rained
and she smiled...
Mek
Mar09
580 · Mar 2013
Once, She Used To Be
...She was naked and cold
like a *****
deprived of mercy
Seeking home with
three wishes
and a rope
She used to believe in morning love
and jasmine
and lilies
and blood-soaked lies
She prayed for wings
under the electric lights
and burn the broken pages
in her backbone
not to remember but
to feel what it felt like
She
slit her throat
and tried to smile
tasting the last warmth
of the midnight
sun...
A piece dedicated to the women who were robbed of life and chose a path not all are willing to take...


Mek
11.06.09
575 · Feb 2013
Falling Grounds
...Time and time again
wishing upon stars of falling grounds
within the vague of
a cold night sky
in the absence
of a longing heart
drenched deep in the void of
unspoken words
Emerging from the shadows
silent bleeding pain
of a papercut that slits
the soul of it essence
to breathe...
Struggling to wade
through flooding tears
To seek nothing more
but of smiles
painting a sunshine
on the face of a sky in blue
But then again
under a timeless night
within the twilight
of yesterday and tomorrow
grounds have fallen
And hopes were
taken...
Mek
Mar08
571 · Feb 2013
Judgment
...Heaven on earth
I fear it is crowded
with demons playing angels
The worthy
becomes a criminal
of the crime and the
just
out on the street
with empty
bleeding hands
Hand-tied ***** with
the verdict of
twelve
stones
to death
mockery of justice under the moon
running
red
Malice
behind the innocence
acquitted
It's time to walk
away...
Mek
Jun09
570 · Mar 2013
Musings of Love
...Morning blooms
a spark for a flame that burns
from the ashes of
unfaithful truths
Grass turns to earth
not to wither with
a sweetened love's hope
but to endure the violent
grounds of
fragile
trust
Past the struggle
the calm after the midnight
Past the doubt
a walk... and a hand
with another
It transcends belief and pride
Be it time... to blood
to bones to
dust...
Mek
12.12.10
569 · Mar 2013
Faded Dreams
...Fairy tales and
happy times
Happy endings
forevermore
A run through the fields
where wild daisies
embrace the horizon of
contentment
in a never ending warmth
A glimpse
born of a silent prayer
there's a single smile
to hold on to
It suddenly feels like
a subtle grip of the heart
after a dawn
of faded rains
And you sigh
once more
realizing that happiness is
what makes you
sad...
Mek
08.11.09
562 · Feb 2013
The Absolute
...Six feet beneath the
cognitive dissonance and
dogmata of pride
stands a manifestation of
a transcendent
presence
denied and deemed as
hoax
by the iconoclasts
of a rogue generation
Independent
from an abusive world's view
it draws us to a
deeper consciousness
that evolves
into a more complex
paradigm
known to many
believed by the few as
the Truth
Soon
at the edge of the sunset
a recognition will emerge
that all this time
Fate has been
leading us towards
the Higher Powers
of the universe...
"I believe, however irrelevant at some point, there exists a consciousness beyond ours..."

Mek
May09
561 · Apr 2013
The Nameless
...I
fear the lightning of heavens
The voices of the gods seem
a thunder rattling my soul
So I
return to my cold abode
deep in the caves where the
fantasies of fear are made with
a soul in my jaw
hoping
to satisfy the curse of my hunger
But past the wrath of the skies
when the gods have fallen
into a slumber and the
midnight swallows
the great plains
I
wander again
tasting the air for a distinct scent that
visits the hollow night
and prey upon the
blind...
Mek
03.01.13
559 · Feb 2013
A Day Used to Be
I still remember the
days of golden suns
Reflections upon leaves
Days were still warm
Fields were filled with laughter and
innocent dreams
rolling down the meadows
Nothing but green and
daisies were an orchestra
A melody by angels
in chorus with the breeze
Whistling tunes of heavenly smiles
radiant hues paints the sky
…a cool morning dew
I was there…
Enjoying the breeze and
the array of yellows and butterflies
and violets and bees
Under the tree
by the olden tire
hanging on a wrinkled branch
Mighty arms of the elder oak
who has witnessed
years of sunrises and sunsets
Old maybe the tree was
but the scent were of flowers
and there was never a fading
Contented
happiness it seemed
I never left the solitude
It was a solace of an embrace…
Mek
Oct08
554 · Feb 2013
Entwined
It must be the waning that somehow made the sky dull that evening. He could have ignored it if not for the stars that resembled the sands that he took to quench his thirst. He feels the nostalgia...

...She hears a
silent prayer
at the back
of a vocal thought
The whispers
are sometimes
the loudest...

...Everything was alright till something came that bore a spot in his heart. Everything happens for a reason and the reasons are not always clear. Perhaps that's what pursuits are for...

...It was never about
the times wasted
in regrets
She knows
that it's about emerging
If only
she was heard...

...He wanted to believe that someday the wind will change its course. Maybe he'll learn to look at the trees through the window and realize that morning dew isn't made of tears. It doesn't always rain...

...She dances
at the break of light
where time
isn't yesterday
and the lingering droplets
always bring her
smiles...
"At the end, there will always be something that will conclude the journey..."

Mek
May09
547 · Feb 2013
When Freedom Paints
...Too many fires have gone
wasted
over streams
of senseless thoughts
Imaginations
suppressed
in the name of social sanity
Surrealism it seems
not an endless thought
anymore
So I struggle to
write something
that does not
conform the norms
not to be
"different"
but to prove that the sun
is not inside a
box...
Mek
Jun09
...Day and night
come by me
Lead the way back home where
the food is cooked with
pots and fire
and the gold is true
Light a beacon where
the sea touches the shore
So I could see, however faint
before the roar
and perhaps
the tides would share
the secrets
of the old
Show me a cloudless path
where angels have
never walked
and let the breeze hum
so the dead could
sing their songs once
again...
Mek
02.09.13
545 · Mar 2013
Gone to Black Days
...This love
sails upon days of
fractured fairy tales...

Tainted

...Lost like a blind fool
in the solitude of
a shattered better hope
Reliving old days
gone past
the threshold of sorrow
A wasted time and
fragments of scattered
thoughts

Nothingness

...Trying to break free
from the screams of silence and
to cherish nothing
but the salvation of
deniability
She said once
at the edge of a cry of a once
beautiful morning
"Come with me
when you're done living with the
crows..."
Mek
11.21.09
542 · Feb 2013
Dusk
…When senses get dark
and all’s left
visions of hell
a road of threatening grin
lit by a waning moonlight of
horizons running red
with a melancholic touch
of discordant amber...
Grays
Laughter echoes in the ear
not of joy
Ripping every fire of her
A vivid poisoning dream buried
six feet
underneath
Where to go from here?
Stuck in time and space
Logic devoured by chaos and
every reasoning cries
Longing to see the whispers of
a silent flame
in this realm of
darkened paths...
Mek
Nov08
538 · Feb 2013
Incomplete
...Thirty days of
eight recurring sunsets
I remember those
as clear as
the vagueness
of my uncertainties
I miss them
sometimes and
sometimes
the almost forgotten
touch
lingers in my nights
to haunt me to
remind me of something
that I
used to have
that I used to
feel
Maybe
it's not the right time
to step out from
crowded
shadows
as the sun is still
bleeding
but i'd like to think
that someday
maybe
someday...
Mek
Jun09
"Hold the head tight and
slit the throat..."
My old man told me once
"...Feathers need boiling water to
be plucked
Death comes first before
dying
Don't be like wolves who
drag their prey by the belly and
consume their guts and
intestines and whatever their fangs
could sink
in
to
while the prey screams
and cry to the foxes
or jackals or gods for salvation
There's too much suffering already
too much blood for too long
While most of us deny
throwing stones at
the mirror and enjoy the
illusion..."
We had warm chicken for supper that night...


Mek
01.06.13
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