crystally sharp
in clarity
azure and opally
bright with so many
hundred hues and mirth
twinkling fiercer than
the fire in the earth

and to hold in hand
that so ephemerial
essence of life
as known through lens
childlike and purer
than the world
at its burgeoning

time is liquid
flowing through it
and feeling like
seven thousand voices
ringing with heaven's
lightning gaze incarnate
in the words we speak
when no one listens

If you desire to caress another precious human soul,
Then you have to be prepared to rip your own violently to shreds first.
Including your weary flesh and your brittle bones,
Explore them shreds of yourself...the history of who touched your skin...your bones fragile journeys,
And paint them as words and letters.
Put them into stanzas,
And create your body’s poem.

Let your thoughts and emotions shine from your portrait of self-carnage,
We Poets are vampires,
we share our scriptures of blood...our very being... searching endlessly for human connections.

We are inventing ways to survive without losing our poetic minds,
We think deeply with rhythm
And with knowledge comes unsayable madness.

Read my poems and know my sinister secrets, my darkest fears and how I lost my virginity.
I’ll read yours and know how many scars are on your inner wrist,
whether you love life, maybe your drug addictions, how to get you off and your favourite flavoured crisps.

So go...hurry and write because I don’t know about you,
But I’m hungry my fellow poets
To find a blood twin,
A family of stanzas
And someone to caress my soul with their happiness or sadness or wonder or excitement or themselves
By a beautiful set of written soul words

Ecstatic
You  l e a v e  me
With your manner of veiling
N o w,  emerge  in  my  h e a r t
And  let  me  treasure  you
O’ manifestation
Of  love

✒ ℐamil Hussain