Dust blew,
It flew,
Into my eyes,
Out burst my cries.
In my heart first,
I put his trust,
He broke it,
Bit by bit.
Both brought tears,
Caught me unawares.

Was it your final flight?
Entrapped in leather armor
you pierced me hot and dizzy
excruciating and unforgiving.
****** for haram invasion,
when we plowed through
your nesting grounds.

Splattered amongst the visor
your sisters died in vain
but you, you left a mark
had me faint on the bike
falling backwards, alarmed
almost victim to your kamikaze.
Only soothed with more poison.

Swollen sordid pretense,
will it die away?
Though not the predominate,
I feared amputation
from your martyrdom.
But your irreverent venom
only plagued me for a weekend.

It Pains the Body and Soul It Wounds the Heart.
It Kills our Joy and Murders our Happiness.
It Showers sadness on us when it Rains.
It Shines sorrow on us when it Appears
Though we can't foretell its coming.
Though we don't see it.
It Happens when we least expected!
It Happens to the Ones we love so dear.
But, can't we stop it?!
I mean can't we Fight it?

Oh! Sorry, for it is inevitable. Sorry, we can't Fight it.  
Yes! The Reaper that Reaps All Whether Ripe or Not.
Whether Bad or Good.
Oh! Death! You are a Wicked Master.
How I Wish You never Existed, For I Know I'll meet You some day.
For Every man is Destined to meet You at a Point.
You at a Point.

Many met You at the Wrong time.
many at the Right time.
I Pray I meet you in Good time, But if I can see You, If I can hold and touch You, I'll fight You to the last drop of my BLOOD!  

Oh! Reaper that Reaps All Though it's appointed that Everyman should bow to You, Know this!
That you are not the Ultimate, For beyond You lies a Place where your Presence is terminated.
Where you shall shower no more Your Sadness.Where You shall shine no more Your Sorrow. Eternity you lead to!
A Door You are.
Making You a Slave and not a Master Oh!
The Sorrows of Many at Your Sting.
And the Joy of Multitude at Your Sting.
Sting On! Sting On! Sting On! But Remember!
As You Sting, You shall be judged.

Toasted music notes
Drift away
Slicing the atmospheric pressure
Wallowing in my sorrow
The pure pain
The sting of sweet love

He snarls, his lips curling over his teeth. “You’ve pushed away everyone who ever loved you away, and laughed.”

I focused on the dust motes floating between us, willing his words to hurt. Willing for them to sting.

Nothing.

It’s always been nothing.

“It’s a shame I never loved you then, isn’t it?”

this simple concept,
can bring clarity to all
or it can sting like a bee.

so simple in nature,
yet so hard to deliver.
what a mystery.