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Oct 11 · 35
Turmoil
zozek Oct 11
Beneath my skin and skull
Hidden smiles and lies,
Buried hopes and despairs.
I wander among the wrecks
and ruins of the war zone,
Posing for a photo with a few
friends-
And a couple of others who
have been here since the
beginning.

Beneath the surface of the
Earth is a perfect place to
restart.
Death is peaceful, quiet.
Perhaps, the best way to live.
Apr 29 · 94
Sakura-Fubuki
zozek Apr 29
Blooming when no one ever immediately witnessed
Was it yesterday or today that the whole sky turned pink with tints of white paint
You turned my heart into a cherry blossom a  whirl of candy floss laughs and smiles
Renewing my gray memories of love with
rosy balloons and red lipstick
Comfort, warmth, and passion
Smoothing all the cracks with compassion
and filling empty branches with a nurturing hope and revitalizing flushes of first love play-fullness
Spontaneously blooming contentment of joyful femininity
Turning the whole life into a happy sakura celebrating nature and the coming of spring  bragging about how beautiful the world could be if all the barren souls awakened
We started all over again …fresh and new pink buds pushing through
Smiles, laughs and sakuras
A joviality of festive beauty in fruity and sweet flowery fragrances
Short it was too short…and sudden
All the flowers wilted
breathless and dehydrated in a drowning bath of  fears and tears
Snow flakes of my soul
Weeping sakuras
Feb 23 · 367
Vanitas
zozek Feb 23
Vanishing
vanities of life
eventually...
disappear
in the hands of those living
Skulls and roses
time and dice
and...
wilted flowers
all wry and dry
Feb 20 · 216
Shackles of Despair
zozek Feb 20
I have come back to you words
waking up from scattered dreams
beneath love lie lies
surrounded by the lonely dunes
had bads disguised
glittering shimmer soaked coals
pain like unfettered moors
shackles of despair
Jan 25 · 91
Lov-ing
zozek Jan 25
black leather fineness complements my shimmering legs
As we ride on the car to follow downtown city lights
Then you smile looking into my eyes
Mischievously, matching mall luminaries on the way beaming bright and brilliant
Laughing eyes under long lashes
Passing through the fleet of cars
We hold hands in the shadowy passage of time love whispers
Without uttering a single line
zozek Nov 2023
The leaky feeling of having lost you
Anytime I stand up to say a word
they flee back to my heart
sealing the truth
Congestion of woes
interferes with moments of life
how would things flow otherwise I think
it seems like there is no flap backwards
murmuring rhythms of the two of us
impair all forward flows
I watch us dance behind improperly closed doors
All is nothing but the seeping of your glittering heart.
Oct 2023 · 123
Yellow Meadows
zozek Oct 2023
A whole new direction in the meadow
Saddened trees and whys.
Saffron like shadows
spoiled grass and hollows  
More of the same old
the maddening racing of my heart
Shaded against the sun
all trenches end up with you
journeys are all set off to find us  
new versions of the two of
us but the same hows
everything is yellow
like in the Coldplay song
Oct 2023 · 383
Sketches of You
zozek Oct 2023
Shall I not then collect words,
to paint colorful sketches of you,
to capture the moments we cannot otherwise retain
through scenes posing life and death?

Brushstroke of words,
sketches and etched memories in vibrant hues
Moments are thereby suspended
in the delicate balance of existence.

For in these words
and sketches, we reside.
Life's vibrant colors on the canvas of time,
In the contiguity of fleeting moments,
I find the art of holding you close.
Sep 2023 · 109
Wordless
zozek Sep 2023
She does not write poems
that rhyme with her seeping heart
anymore
glittering hymns had long been lost behind valleys impermable
posing questions of loneliness, heartlessness and darkness
caged souls
and sealed memories
are left behind
as unspoken means of hopes
oh nymhs of woes
outbursts of hurts
neglected says and nays
a menacing drowsiness of wordlessness betrayed  souls leaving deep holes
Sep 2023 · 101
Waving Through
zozek Sep 2023
Then came the waves to carry her
to the best of everything.
Waters were glittering as she gazed,
she’d long longed for serene
tranquility.
The circular rhythms of the waves
housed various lives,
each starting and ending a span,
endlessly, one after another.
She thus traveled along to better lives.
Jul 2023 · 138
Dyspnea
zozek Jul 2023
Flagging the truths with words of woes
How could known facts be stabbingly bitter?
Heartbreakingly beautiful love stories flow into rivers and drown
lured by the glittering waters at first deepening all of a sudden at a point where there is no return  
I plunge
I can no longer go back
I cannot envision a world without you
as I plummet I look for your hand in blurring visons
How could this be any different than it is now?
I think about this a lot and  fantasize ways of keeping us alive
One day I am deep down touching the ground next day I simply float in nothingness.
A breathless  brutality captures me when I am down
I frown and drown accepting the depth
Anger helps me to breathe finally
Bubbling gasps become my words
I am in high altitudes deep down
as I suffer in my dyspnea
zozek Apr 2023
It was all about love
There simply is nothing to wait for now
Oh the kids…I know
They will find their way
I am the one who got stuck in the labyrinth
Fridays used to be fun
Saturdays even more
Mondays with you were all awesome too
Right now nothing matters
It is just a meaningless chain of days
Mondays and Sundays
They are all the same
Equally worthless
There is nothing I look forward to
It was all about love
It is all over
And it is just my body
That has been
Misplaced
trying to survive in this pain
It was all about love
...Life
We always had thanks and okays
We thanked even for tiny, little things
But for love the most
And we had our okays for the things unfavorable
As long as we were together
It was all okay
It was all about love though
It was about love
We sometimes went to the farmer’s bazaar
The bazaar turned into a carnival
When you looked into my eyes
the oranges looked more fresh and fragrant
Pleasant and sweet was life with you
I look for you behind the shelves of the supermarket
I hope that you show up and hug me again like you did between the pasta, spaghetti, noodle and macaroni shelf and the sauces
But you are not there
When we were in the car your right hand was always mine holding my left hand
Our hands were warm and cold but always together
Sometimes
You just needed your hand to fix the music
Always the songs that I loved
A constant private party that you held
A regular Friday night fever throughout the week
You quickly tuned the music and came back
Or sometimes you needed your hand to hold the steering wheel in case
But you always rushed to come back to find my hand
It was all about love
Do you remember the pigeons which ruined our ledges and window sills?
We had spike strips to keep them away
And even a silhouette of a hawk
Nothing worked
And you made me laugh
so hard that I hardly stopped myself *** in my knickers when you talked to the pigeons to convince them to leave
It was okay
Everything was okay
we ended up building a warm nest for them and fed them everyday
It was all about love
It was love
You were always there
in all the thanks and okays
It was all about love
Dec 2022 · 149
Hope
zozek Dec 2022
oh would someday the buds turn into leaves
and carry the way I feel into shoots
flowering worries in the dead ends of rotten roots
oh would somehow the soils soothe my soul
when no longer blood buds out
my vessels
Sep 2022 · 105
Untangle Me
zozek Sep 2022
There goes the breathless labyrinth of my heart
I got lost a million times to wake up from deadly nightmares
Detours and dead ends
Meaningless paths lightened by dark lights
A maze of little thoughts
coils of hope
All nodes of you
Aug 2022 · 119
Without You
zozek Aug 2022
I borrow words to tell how I suffer
                               No one can offer
Serenity
Far from sanity
Absolute solitude
All *******
Numb I should be
I am sure you’d agree
That nothing rhymes
Ohh even the soothing chimes
with loneliness
Aug 2022 · 560
Fireflies
zozek Aug 2022
As you hit the keys on the piano
your hands dance with the rhythm
And retain a mystical aura
The alluring tunes of your music awaken the fire flies
As you play they glide
Creating a shimmering glow of aurora
Jul 2022 · 116
Sounds of Freedom
zozek Jul 2022
freedom comes in many forms
for him it was the swishing sound of the bicycle wheels when riding along the beach through the morning breeze
he pedalled all along the bay freeing his soul when waves crashed on the shore
all he took with him was my name rhyming with the crunching sand
love comes in many different forms
Jul 2022 · 279
Unawakened Souls
zozek Jul 2022
All the faces
have been shattered
like worn out masks
Call an angel and nay
many un-awakened
would stand aloof
Jul 2022 · 139
Rues
zozek Jul 2022
Rhyming rues
and woes
Sorrows
laden with
reincarnated regrets

Wounds of my age
irremediable
Jul 2022 · 93
The Seal of savagery
zozek Jul 2022
Cracked my skull like a walnut
Hitting me on the forehead
My water proof skin
did not soak my own tears
When they turned me into a coat
and sealed  my fate
Jul 2022 · 90
Portfolio of smiles
zozek Jul 2022
Aw the mornings come by and go
through the vapor of the newly steeped tea
Carrying the innocency like that of the baby oil odor
And the freshly sliced tomatoes
Cut to gather the people of the house around
How do I long for you and the mornings we all rushed to catch up with life
A folder full of colorfully sketched moments
Sometimes left in the car to be carried back to kids at school
Decaf coffee sipped with good memories and a lot of laughs
Friends, jokes and giggles, happy smiles
Knowing that my name on the paper cup has been written correctly because you spelled it to the barista
Warms my heart
Jun 2022 · 181
Daisies
zozek Jun 2022
Not that I don"t remember
how you stood in the hallway
and looked at me from away
filling my heart with an amber
like yellowness of sorrow
until that day we’d always been daisy like
in a naturally popped up joy
unexpectedly there like daisies
through many different colors
shining easily in all seasons
truly sunny and funny
and  all cheerful
innocent and pure
Soothing, relaxing and healing
We were playful  “love me or not”daisies
When all were plucked, it was aways a “loves me”
That day when you stood there
everything turned amber
beautiful but cold
Enticing but distant
Graceful but still
like fossilized trees
Jun 2022 · 189
Blank bracket
zozek Jun 2022
words are the worst
like life a blank bracket
you think you plan
when walking the plank
love is the worst hurt
like a-life an alluring alief
Jun 2022 · 86
Heartbroken
zozek Jun 2022
Cautious  
You should have been
When uttering words
To someone
Who utterly loves words
Jan 2022 · 108
Ench-anting love
zozek Jan 2022
When marching with the whole lot
I can still move along
With you
My body’s rhythm is always the same with yours
We inhale and exhale at the same time when we walk the same steps
We march along together
My feeble ant steps are strong when I follow you
love keeps us together
When marching with the whole lot
It feels like there simply is nothing and no-one  around it is just you
It feels like you have always been there in all the stages of my life
It is like my egg cracked and the first thing  I saw in the whole of my life was your beautiful black eyes
My little egg life like the size of a period at the end of a sentence became a whole full sentence of its own when you first held me and showed me the way
We traveled all day with the whole lot
But it was just you
Starting with the lights of the new day
I always knew where I was heading towards as long as I had you
And every night we built a nest together
Nights were my favorite
I put my head on your chest and looked up to your beautiful black eyes
I knew that I was not the queen
I was not yellow or red in color
But you always treated me as one
Making your body a nest for me
Through my blurry ant vision
You were always clear and bright
It all started when you gave me an ench-anting smile as we paved along on that fine morning
Jan 2022 · 102
Zest of you
zozek Jan 2022
the orange peel jam freshly reminds me of the times
you hover around brightly in my heart
scraps of memory
all sharp and tangy flavored
memories
though very sweet there is always a bit of bitterness in all
so potent
piquant
and poignant
puncturing the heart
Jan 2022 · 90
Hummingbirds
zozek Jan 2022
We just sat there silently
and sipped coffee
without knowing that
you would leave around this time next year
hummingbirds would sip the most delicious nectars from the flowers
                            and hover, fly and glide in all directions
to pollinate life elsewhere
                                                                    and I would be left without you
Jan 2022 · 113
Knowingness-less
zozek Jan 2022
Knowingness
it is "the not knowing" that is the worst
shrewd and sharp the truth should be
or else
I would not be ignorant, illiterate, and ill-informed about
where you have gone feeling heedlessly
lost in this hazy knowing-less
veiling the known
Oct 2021 · 138
Becoming You
zozek Oct 2021
Read your eyes
Love... in disguise
There is no fear
Or anger
Your eyes reveal the truth
and... sooth
my weary soul
and keep us a whole
Becoming you
There simply is no rue
in loving you this deeply
and giving myself to you completely
listen to your words
like seabirds
I dive into you through a plunge  
and soak whatever you say like a sponge
through each word you utter
or simply mutter
you reveal what is precious  
Diamonds and rubies
Becoming you
and turning into someone I truly love
in a sunshine sort of
vibe
and it takes more than words to describe
Oct 2021 · 104
Wreath of Sorrow
zozek Oct 2021
brought the brown little squirel an acorn aloof
fall has many different browns
walnuts, chestnuts and nuts
pine cone brown and dry leaf brown
wreath of brown
mud spread on the sole of my shoes as I paddled through  the pumpkin filled fields
pumpkins shone on me like the sun of the dry brown soil
as I stepped on the dried leaves rustling with grief
autumn has many different browns
cinnamon brown and the tree trunk brown
wreath of brown
the dry purple lavenders are now wet with my tears that come from my dry brown heart
the brown sorrow
Wrath of my soul
life has many different sorrows
Wreath of sorrows
Sep 2021 · 212
It's just impossible
zozek Sep 2021
silenced by the impossibility of reaching you
in my eyes, with the worst hue
my brain full of hays
stricken by the  nays
will we ever?
it seems we will never
get to hug
life will only shrug
newly touched hands
are now full of bans
in unknown realms
Sep 2021 · 126
Transparent
zozek Sep 2021
Your name has been signed across the transparent wings of the dragon fly
Clearly crystal under the colorful patches
The two strong pairs of wings
Carry colorful rings
Of love
Dragon flies hover around me
Sep 2021 · 779
When words too die
zozek Sep 2021
words belong to this world
words flip-flap
and fill the whole sky
like heavy clouds
white or dark
they shed light
and lead hearts at night
but they too migrate
leaving the skies all empty
silence remains
when words fly away
Sep 2021 · 112
It's Over
zozek Sep 2021
we have been left behind
by the morning beams
the sun will never shine on us
ever again
the bird flying over us will not even see us and pass by flapping
this flipping life will not be ours anymore
the sunflower in the living room will be buried forever in ever depressing catatonia of not being able to move towards the sun
we will never catch it turn its head up towards the sky
we always knew that it was handcrafted anyway
but hope is the ladder that keeps everyone above
I bet you too knew that we would not last
when the two of us were drowning in a glittering and ever shinning shimmer of love
Aug 2021 · 135
Born to love
zozek Aug 2021
I gave birth to two beautiful brown eyes
glittering
a smooth skin of silk
and a heavenly smell of baby biscuits and milk
the moment the silk touched my cheek
warmth filled my breath
when the newly born cries soothed
my arms full of love
a bouquet of whitely swaddled hopes
surrounded my entire life
infusing all the flavors
he stared all around with amazement
as the world warmly welcomed him
on our way to his new home  
at the start of a wonderful adventure
I offered my finger to him
and as we held hands we promised
that the two of us would never have to face the world alone
holding each other's hearts forever
here and thereafter
zozek Aug 2021
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
Aug 2021 · 111
Silence
zozek Aug 2021
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
Aug 2021 · 91
Lilies
zozek Aug 2021
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
Aug 2021 · 140
Fully lit
zozek Aug 2021
only
immature
sunflowers
move
towards the sun
Aug 2021 · 213
olive grove
zozek Aug 2021
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
zozek Aug 2021
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
Aug 2021 · 123
nauseous matters
zozek Aug 2021
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
Jul 2021 · 283
All by myself
zozek Jul 2021
And you exist
or seem to exist
one day you will not
and I will again be left alone
by myself
I will begin all sentences
with "I"
and my memories will all be about
me thinking out loud
and no one will ever be anxious
if I ever get lost
Jul 2021 · 124
The Law of Conservation
zozek Jul 2021
Sorrow is conserved
at all times
Sorrow is preserved
and it only changes form
one day it is numbness
The next day it is bitterness
and misery or deep dejection
but there is always the same amount of sorrow
Sorrow cannot be created or destroyed
like life
animal compost turns into life
and life transforms into love
and love into sorrow
and then life turns into feces
Jul 2021 · 229
I now know
zozek Jul 2021
I now know that I know
Nothing will slip by
like time
and there will not even be a why
Roll all woes up the hill
but they roll down
every time
I near the top  
I now know that I know
this will repeat for eternity
life is a series of unfortunate
boulders of woes
Jul 2021 · 265
My life be like
zozek Jul 2021
my life be like
a while
of unreturned smiles and shadows
peering through  your dense walls
to take a glimpse of love
trusting that love could pierce any shield
I beguiled us into a love treaty
apparently
my life be like
why's
and lies
Jul 2021 · 111
The Bivalve Mollusk Coffins
zozek Jul 2021
we brought home
Two
Seashells
collected
during a date at the beach
When I found them
Right beneath my foot
Buried in the golden
Sand
I was
Overjoyed
And thought
That these were
omens of good luck
the perfect
souvenirs
sent as
Momento
For that
Wonderful day
That we had together
As a tribute to our love
Hand in hand
Lip to lip
Telling each other
How much
we care
and that life if dare
separate us
Would not be fair
How would I know
That these
dead
Bivalve mollusks
foreshadowed
my
Dried up life
and my
Lost fertility
the relics of
A bygone love
Once a home
To a soft and small
creature
Seashells are
coffins
Jul 2021 · 822
The Marigold
zozek Jul 2021
The luring incense
And the delicious aroma releasing fragrance
Of the Marigold
Spreads a delicately divine immortality
Through all its vivid and dense orange, red and yellow bright colors
Reflecting the sun and the light
Fully warm, joyful, and happy
In a sphere of fresh and all summer-y, edible melon-like
Aura
And the saffron like sweet and tasty threads bring in a golden hue
of The Muse
With its charming and “rousing the dead” use
On the Dia de los muertos

Todos somos calaveras
Traveling through the circle of life
The noise-making shells and bells
On the single candle burning canoes
Passing under all orange and purple papel picados
Eating slices of the luscious bone-shaped and anise and orange smelling pan de muertos

Silently slanting my orange and red marigold throned head
I weep under the sugar skull painted mask hiding my face
Deprived of the pride that you were once mine
Shadowing the ******* mortal belligerent jealousy
I grieve that you now wed yourself to Catrina
In despair, I mourn like the seasonal and fragile marigold
That has lost all its enticing
Pleasure and attraction
No longer able to fascinate your soul
Nor, ****** or induce  
The withering Marigold,
The Muse mourning
That once coaxed you out of death
Jul 2021 · 112
Alluring nothingness
zozek Jul 2021
Life is all about flashbacks
An overly fragmented attack of past scenes
Showers down on me like confetti
As I shut my eyes and escape into my inner labyrinths
Nothingness captivates when all the colorful confetti covers the ground
in scattered masses
Jul 2021 · 118
U-turn
zozek Jul 2021
would you return
if life had a u-turn
I will learn
when it is my turn
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