Varied malice
vultures gather around me everyday
Flying in circles they drop down to
Look me straight in the eyes
                                                 disparagingly
Waiting for me to die
They can smell the appetizing spice of death
They sharpen their beaks
Rubbing them against my woes
Scratching and pecking at my grief
                                                              patiently
Devoid of life
This rupture will never be healed
They know
They wait until I totally lose heart
                                                                silently    
Once they feed themselves on me
Hissing and grunting  
They will eat my **** and guts first and
They will feast on my liver, spleen and kidney  
and all our memories too will be digested in their intestines
Only bones, clothes, and shoes will be left
But my pain, the poison in my heart  
Will be the biggest threat to them
Even their highly corrosive and poison tolerant  
stomachs will not consume
The toxins of my spirit
The venoms of my soul
They will all die of swallowing my rotting mind
Inhaling my cries
And snacking on my neurotoxicity

life is noisy
this is how it is meant to be
the noise of the passing truck
knock
flock
duck
and rock
life is never without noise
it does not actually have a poise
boom
blast
burp  
click clack
and
moo
meow
hoot
howl
scream
shout
swish
swoosh
yells
and whispers
but words
are the ones
that I cannot take
words
spear through my heart
as I silently struggle
with  
my own words
in my lonely mind

Wandering around the hopeful smells of lilies
They are so very you and me
Fresh fragrant pleasant and sweet
But your absence puts me in an awkward position
Slipping in and out of a doze
Through my clouded consciousness
And foggy brain
I can clearly smell the hopeful smells of lilies
They are so very you and me
Fresh fragrant pleasant and sweet
You subtly waft through the room
Ambrosial memories bring you back

only
immature
sunflowers
move
towards the sun

the olive orchard
is the gateway to our souls
You and I
Past and future
olives are witnesses to our love
under the shimmering leaves and gnarled trunks
come and hold my hand and let us wander around the lavender covered grove to inhale
what this life has to bestow

glancing through my fragile mind
faltering remembrances of you
moor to my snapped soul
coiling one scene after another
every time your smile bounces back
I have been silenced
by the impossibility of not being able to reach you
muffled words echo back
towards a future that I borrowed
roiling images
meek and gentle
quietly remind me of you
and the dragging sweetness of you
fills the air
eluding my pain

when taking a big brown bite from the almost deformed eclair
that you held in your trembling indecisiveness
with a weary hope of suppressing the sourness
to sugarcoat the strain of  aliveness
you looked at me wanly through dimly lit dull eyes
killed but metabolically active
never had I witnessed such unhappiness
while eating such delicious dessert
the eclair seemed to put you in a foul mode
bewildered
it had no effect or whatsoever to make this world a better place
when the half of your heart is not in this world anymore
the culprit is the broken heart, not the eclair
reckoning with life
gasping and panting
you shoved me
wincing and grimacing  
as you rubbed your chocolate creamy hands to pull the dirt off your palms