blue lilies
now;wilted and zapped
petals of hibiscuses;
frosting and drooping
pressed between our pages
stenching and staining
them edges
bleeding


the flesh stenches
the putrid blooms
carve squealing wounds
the blood engulfs the heart
that deliquesces


the crevices are graved
then the heart deliquesces
and falls into two
down/a rotting corpse
it oozes into


the disgust of existence
creeping through shredded layers
of shroud
covering the withering bones,
mass
and
emotions


searing
it melts eventually-the shroud
until it reaches the bones
crashes them there
spilling the liquids/
all that is left bare
is already atrophying


and i guess that's the difference between dying and rotting
dying at least leaves you
the voids to hold onto
to be nostalgic for what was held
dying-paints,hues from the ashes that blew


but rotting
eats away all that existed
and snaps leaving
detritus,stinking
odor that i need  


the craft of us
all worn out
the fragments dis plumed through holocausts
the rebellion in ruination  
and the twitched cold feet
each breath i've took,now smothering
you,me,and everything



the reflections,contradictions
intoxicating,caging charcoal abstracts
punctured and ruptured
all constituents consuming and decaying now
every treble
so heavy


freezing not frozen
perishing not lighter


maybe these moments
-they never stop
cause right there in the midst
everything rots.
-/and we let it

~d

Why should I care you're there,
Or anywhere.
It was you who interrupted the night;
I watched you stare down the fire,
Scrape your initials in the ashes.
If it weren't for family,
The confusion and strained dialogue,
Like appearances,
I wouldn't see you at all.
Stay you do, everywhere.

So I tell a joke or two, one line quips,
And you were smiling,
While you're there,
Where I should no longer care.

What would be the aftermath of such a collision?
One wreck towed off.
It doesn't bother me in the least,
Our complimentary pauses
At the four way stops,
Or roadside memorials,
With faded yellow ribbons and thirsty flowers
Pinned to a styrofoam cross.
There is no rest, and little peace.

Ashamed to be an American
Ten years now in Denmark and it's getting harder every day
to name the land of my birth
my accent betrays me anyway
When I first came here I saw
a land that the US might have been
The field of the Danes is itself
far from perfect
but it's much more like the country
I grew up in
than what the US has become
Its leaders don't turn their backs
on old friends
and none of them share a common bed
with our enemies
Our leader
is a slander on the office he holds
and he supports
the worst of American flaws
and adds to them his own avarice
and hate
Is impeachment our only hope?
The sooner the better
for the land of the free
and the home of the brave

To be or not to be is not a question
As answer is to be, as God has granted life.
The question is to be or to be better
To be or start for better you a strife.
To spend your life in fight with evil,
With vices that pervert your soul
Or just enjoy in laziness primeval
Your imperfections harmful flow?
It’s never late to make a choice
Of taking path of self-perfection
And filling heart with love, rejoice
In spirit growth in new direction.
You can be better than you are.
You can achieve the greater peaks
The happiness is near, it’s not far.
When you evolve it kisses you in cheeks.
— ☙ AlMakPoetry ❧—

Life is full of strife,
If you have lost something  in life,
Remember one thing,
What you have lost is nothing,
Compared to what you have gained,
It fills you with profound joys unexplained.
What you don't have is just a dream,
What you have is beyond your dreams,
Hold on to it,
Every little bit.
Your family,your relations and your dignity,
Your dignity is your pride in society,
Your family, your pearls,your precious treasure,
Your relations,your world, has no measure.

Time goes by and people change
Friends turn into strangers and fade away
Forgetting all that was said and done together

Time goes by and people change
Life changes
But better yet you should still remain the better you than you've ever been in life

Change is inevitable embrace it...

Some relations,
Glittery like a glass,
But scatter with a mild hit,
Hurt if you try to gather them back!

Others,
Last like a diamond,
Shine bright when chiseled,
Prove their worth with passing time!

कुछ रिश्ते
शीशे की तरह चमकदार होते है
हल्की चोट से बिखर जाते हैं
समेटो तो और चुभन पहुंचाते हैं.....

कुछ ताल्लुक़ात
हीरे की तरह सदाबहार होते हैं
वक़्त के साथ और निखर जाते हैं
मुश्किलों की कसौटी पे तराशे जाते हैं....