I am thinking of you - as of a corpse
Go on and tell me all the lies
I am at legs of yours - heart-sunken
Eyes are dull - do eat the flesh I offer
The sole emasculation - paganism of truth
For asking hand is beaten - better
Deserters' solitude - abandoned hope
For never leaving guilt - ashamed
Of silence - welcoming to home
Seen flaws - are signs of given
Conscience - though shut - is mouth
Inaction - tethering regret to sorrow
And misery is standing by the side
Impersonating whole of circus
For beggar is forborn attention
"I'm here" - the drowning whisper
Arms choking throat - hand traces
Running tear - "I'm with you"
Caressing warmth of lifeless palm
Invites the strengthening of strangling
For frail innocence is crippled dome
"I do forgive you"

Numb to touch
pressure under my skin.

Electric brush
stroke finely pricked.

Mind of innocence
Petals freshly plucked.

Left to adorn
shrouding my affliction.

Mine to live and lead
As partners pass and fade.

love jingled
agony tingled
blue and grey mingled

Rage rest, waiting someone to pull the trigger;
Shoot bullets, disturbing the calmness of the water;
Walls remain, few seconds it will break open;
Smooth fist earning wounds, but it'll never be broken.
Collision of the variables relieve someone— emotions regress.

Oh, Ophelia,
sweet cherub
face, bathed
in moonlight,
doe eyes filled
                with woe:

You are a figure
of my affliction,
falling softly at
midnight, a
delicate dis-
position, fragile
                as soft snow,

a garden you
invite me to,
opulent trees of
treason, you
are the siren’s
call at dusk,
pulling me away
from the

                garden
                of
                eden.

Referencing wisdom
Chinese / Japanese / Other
you will encounter
a metaphor using trees
to impart knowledge
on confronting affliction

"bamboo that bends", or
"the oak that breaks in a storm..."
comprehendable?
yes, even agreeable
                                               - partially

Openness to change
I can appreciate... but
to destructive change!?
Therein, my inner conflict

To resist violence
and to fall instead of sway.
Stoic refusal
to accept ancient wisdom.

In how to remain
- the teachings of confucius

Lying, pondering
hearing groaning, resisting.
I now realise,
like the oak by my window

                                               - I will fall.