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Quiet it's been your all content loved up with your partner again
Not a word a call or text to say hello or how's you mate
Until the demon drink takes place
Then remarkably you remember and text
Always when I'm trying to sleep
Where's the partner while you speak
All loved up or so you said
No other love exists in the world
Yet here we are you have had a drink
Your thoughts they seem to lie with me
Though thoughts are not reality
Lifes moved on for you and me
You have it all! I lost the lot
You were blamed, funny that!
So being friends was all we were
Others saw a lover there
Last night my phone was turned off
An early night as I'm worn out
This morning you will see no reply
For good or bad you decide
I may not be

I may not be the fastest
I may not be the tallest
     Or the strongest

I may not be the best
Or the brightest

    But one thing I can do better
     Than anyone else...

      That is

        To be me
...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...
She slowly fainted in his arms
after failed attempts of his charms
she had not coped with what he had hoped
only gone in the way of harm's

And the blade was stuck
deep in her heart
he watched her pupils dilate
but had no fraternal feelings to impart
upon her undesirably fierce and dry fate

Moments of minutes went by
the atmosphere began to clarify
the scenario that would terrify
much more than the most potent
of cacti or fungi

And near he was drawn
without fear towards the dawn
of grotesque mutilation
an act of sheer exploitation

This hunger wasn't getting any younger
he had to heed the need and proceed

First he quenched his thirst
of desirous yearning
infected her like a virus, earning
euphoric pleasure, but this was not the real treasure

Second he reckoned that a peek wouldn't hurt
it was a situation he couldn't revert
so he dug in deep like a creep
with shining silver he mined and drilled her

Third and last, he conquered and harassed
her entrails, which disgustingly unveiled
a regretful miasma pouring out of the lifeless plasma
she got the last laugh, but he didn't hear any laughter

Now the darkness approached
his mind gradually felt encroached
and on the cold, rugged, concrete floor
an innocent beauty lay
tainted with horrific gore
and not a single thing to say

Thereafter he collapsed
with a peculiar shout
as he blocked the whole world
out.

~

It was a bright summer morning
dewy, dabby and wet
dark twinkling thoughts
competed to fill his head
fragments of odd memories
of vivid amenities
flickered like an unstable light bulb
projecting images of resolution
implying personal evolution

A trail invited him
the green hills excited him
and he wandered the path of exemption
like a pilgrim, seeking redemption
but he came upon a tree
with branches full of fleas
he examined it for a while
but went on like a careless child

Sliding down a hillside surprised to collide
with an unoccupied, undignified graveside
he quickly absconded and swiftly responded
to an extroverted residence presented with great convenience
and as his legs were tiring his energy was expiring
he became an intruder, quite aspiring.

The hallway seemed warped
on the wall a cachet, forked
a regal insignia
to the eyes like ambrosia is to the tongue
and that was when someone sprung
out and swung a knife at him
yelling and screaming about his break in

He was apprehensive
he turned from defensive to offensive
concerned that he would be defeated
and as she retreated he dealt a lethal blow
ending the show, felt the afterglow
as the knife like a dart
spiked and impaled her restless
and fast beating heart.
[you the drug] murmurs to my lips.
the visions pound: a deep
bass [pushing and pulling]
shooting up:
the memory, passion, a high,
the feelings,
(and touches, lingering
slipping into empty
wisps of air)
uncontained, unrestrained,
ticktocktick: [we the clock] that
doesn’t sleep, doesn’t slow,
doesn’t forget.
(being itself a point of reference,
uncontrolled unrelenting time,
being a point of origin,
weighing me down in
the churning waves
in the pounding bass)
[we the clock] that loses me,
that consumes me,
that (being itself a reference)
is unreadable and blindingly
invisible
[clutching sand].

The [ticks of memory] bring
tremors:
the bass pulsing nodes
into my skin, (pushing me into
the drug,
drowning me in the frenzied,
methodical
ticktockticktickticktick of the clock.)
[me the ******, longing and desire]

I cling to [we the clock], love every second
minute, hour. The echoes of the
thrashing
movement of empty time
in the ticktock tears [me]
(kicking and screaming, locked in my head
behind a wall of miles, distance seeping
through the cracks.) from the visions
from [you the drug],
from the bass,
the addictive additive
to living:
You.
...This love
wasted
a drifting litter on the curb
Trying to remind the self to
forget the feeling
Repressed depression
it's a time bomb waiting for
the ticking to end
Trapped soul in a bottle
and the heart bled like a
high school drama under the spotlight
A cigarette burns to drink the
last drop of yesterday's memory
hoping to be complete but
like whiskey, prayers go
unheard and dissipate into
dreamless clouds before the rain
And so the longing turns
into something
found at the edge of sadness
Despair, it seems
knows how to fall in love with
Irony...
Mek
03.27.13
...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
Whoa is me
Smiling
Fidgeting
With the trigger
Figuring
Something clever
To write
In the blood
Right in the love
Of your
Forever
Mores
The stars
They spangled
In her eyes
In her thighs
The stars
Stayed out
Every night
Until day
Where
The dark parts
Healed
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