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Stained glass coffins
Crystalline mosquitoes
Death that masquerades
In silken flags and floras
Languorous beauties
Graffiti of red and violet light
Sirens kiss the bullets
As they scatter them
To burn holes in sepia dreams
Watercolor ghosts
Casting out wildflower candy
Attics that hide under
Strawberry dust and lemons
That melts into mildew
As they pass down the gullet
Layers of ashes in the belly
“But you told us to swallow!”
Masses of children howl
The pretty ghouls hiss back
“Cannot you tell a lie by now,
By the sweetness of its taste?”
 Jul 2012 Saul Makabim
Deepsha
Screeeeeeeechhh!
Thud!
Silence!
Hearts stopped
Faces turned
Jaws dropped
Prayers began

He left his assembled bricks and wood and furniture
and ran
ran towards the sunset
with nothing
but his silhouette following him
even years later
it felt like yesterday
possessed
he ran as fast as he could

Prayers began
blurry shapes hoarded around the car
his eyes refused to close
against the horror
of what lay beside
his high crushed
into water
his delusion failed him
his brain froze

He ran as fast as he could
to the beach
wanting to walk into the water
wanting to stop breathing
seeking unfathomable peace
that final peace

His brain froze
get out of the car
people shouted
was a life lost
he didn’t dare to find out
he just wanted
a few seconds back
just a few
seconds
back
please

That final peace
eluded him
waves silenced
by his cornucopia of emotions
his eyes now refused to open
the saltiness of the beach
was overcome
by tears
that flowed in secrecy
inflaming everything within reach
embracing his cheeks
toying with his lips

Please
callanambulance
sheisbleeding
somebody
tieyourshirta­roundherbleedinghead
isittoolate
is it too late

Toying with his lips
tears turning into questions
could I ever forgive myself
his sobbing heart
didn't acknowledge the question
it just faded
he lived
with himself
he died within

Is it too late
his wife asked
holding his hands
breathing heavily
her eyes averred
every moment that they shared
their feuds
their make ups
their teasing
their loving
her eyes were done speaking
and now they rested

He died within
wailing like a baby
he slept there
with parched eyes
reminiscing her parting words
etched in his heart
etched so deep
that it bled internally
bled and ached
to release a shriek through muteness
muteness, deafening
deafening his emotions
making them oblivious to his existence
his fists clenching
the vacuum of solitude
the moon and waves began their tango
and the water rose
higher and higher
embracing him within
maimed to be saved
releasing a gushing hymn
for she was now deemed
forever with him.
It was either whole or just the last, I'm still confused. But didn't feel like throwing away what I started with however bad or elaborate the start felt. (silly attachments)
 Jul 2012 Saul Makabim
mads
I'll hold your hand
to see you through the fire,

I'll guide your feet
to walk beyond situations; dire,

I'll pave your paths
with no bumps in the road

I'll stay with you forever
'cause all I really wanna do
Is see the ghouls devour you.
 Jul 2012 Saul Makabim
Jon London
I was there that night to watch you die
And I giggled over your lifeless limbs;
You had high hopes of seeing a light,
But not for all of your sins.

I laughed as you fought for breath;
I asked, "Why do you struggle?"
"Just accept your death."

I stood there smirking at the nurse
As she draped your face in white;
Sadly for you, but not for me,
You lost your battle for life.

I watched your soul become exposed
To the truth you see when you're dead.

You stood there crying, shaking your head
Staring at yourself all cold in the flesh.
I remember your face when you saw me;
I laughed..You were scared to death!!

You looked at me and said,
"Am I...am I really dead?"

It's time for us to leave here
On a journey that everyone takes;
We will walk the corridors of your life
And reveal your past mistakes.

But know there's no forgiveness here
And your tears won't mean a thing;
The life you lived is over, now,
It's time to pay for your sins.

This is a list of lives you've hurt;
And this is a list of your lies;
This is a list of pain you've caused
And the misery right through your life.

Now I'm not here to hurt you;
I am a collector of the ******.
It's not my purpose to judge you;
Your fate is out of my hands.

Through this door you'll become the child
Who was born to the world free of sin;
Your naked flesh will be removed
Showing the innocence within.

Your screams of fear will go unheard
As your soul feels the truth of the dark;
Your pleas of mercy will fail you
As you pay for your sins of the past.

From there we sail upon my boat
Over the Sea Of Ghosts;
It is here you will fear the sounds that you hear
And witness what happens to most.








© Jon.London 2010
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The rising water splashes.
      It covers my knees
elbows, tired skin;
     it takes the weight

as i float in the heat
    and my own filth
and these stark white
    walls engulf me.

But no one stays
   as the water drains,
as the weight comes back
   pound by pound

Inch by inch
    you remember how
heavy your mind
    and your bones can be
as you’re slowly pinned
     to the floor.
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