"carcases" poems
one halcyon summer, when
we strung ourselves out on fat couches, wilting
like thirsty, overheated forsythia, one
hundred or more crimson carcases found themselves
turned upside down on my floor. ladybugs discarded
from the designs of nature. i swept them under the bed.
i promise, when you die, i will not flick you out of sight
with a careless index finger (there will be sorrow, outrage, and flowers
picked clean of aphids).
Jun 16, 2011
Jun 16, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
Vipers barrelling -
high vaporous carcases,
farting emissions
Biospheres radiator streaks,
dooms rushing emissaries
.
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
Always on your feet, floating through seas of people and over the hustling and bustling streets. I was thought at an early age that you don't need to rush love it will come eventually, they never said it would stay
I've been conditioned that love is something worth waiting for, its something magical that when it happens it will just take your breathe away and leave you speechless. I would have never imagined that it would hit me like a train leaving me breatheless and vanish like smoke rendering me speechless.
A millennials love is something rare, Everything is on the fast lane there's never a pause or a dull moment to think what the next move is. I have never really fallen for a gir I've gone out with before because I never had the time to really get to know them, As fast as I could make the word come out of my mouth they were even faster at getting up and leaving me
I've been sorrounded by vultures waiting to feed on the carcases of my dead realationship. Gazing upong my body looking for the scraps of meat I yet to hold.
Oh what perfect timing, Just as I was falling down you picked me up. You leveled mountain ranges, tamed raging seas and calm stormy skies.
A love you rare, so simple and yet so meaningful, A love of its most simplest and purest form.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
He saw
Her wings lay torn upon the ground
Her screams muffled; cries scorching her throat
As they tore at her skin
Shattering the stars in her youthful eyes
As she watched; dulled and empty
He knew
As her hand fell flat; uncurled
Her mouth, a stretched echo of her suffering
Marred colours of reds and blues charring her soul and body
With a single tear leaping from her ghosting eyes
He rose
With the final gasp shifting dust above her cracked lips
The thud of her limp body thrown against rotting carcases
And the darkening sky shedding tears in anguish
He cradled her to his chest; numbing and warm
A finger pulled down the lids of her unsee in eyes
Whispering you're safe now Zainab
I've come to take you home
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD)
If I were Shakespeare
I would say: what hath happened to you mother earth?
Fallen creation! What hast thou done?
Abel’s blood laments from the ground
Innocent streams of blood flow in the swamps
Calling in the deepest seas
Yet creation joys at its screams and groans
Blood and bones spread like a red carpet
Bodies hung like clothes on a washing line
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
Brothers butchering each other over stolen money
Babies murdered in the name of abortion
Albinos sacrificed in the quest for wealth and good luck
Oceans are dump sites for human carcases
Pastors servicing their ministries with innocent souls
Alters covered with ***** and blood
Bribery has become the order of the day
Akeldama! Akeldama! The world has become!
Authored outside the garden of Eden
Anger and heartlessness have become a burden
The love for money has made hearts to harden
With personal pockets to fatten
Forgiveness and good virtues are forgotten
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
Shattered into pieces my heart bleeds
My soul weeps tears of blood
Tears that are torn and roasted before they reach the ground
Causing my troubled heart hasten to pound
Just like a floating trophy blood shed circulates around
My voice is bubbling within me
I am like an ant under an elephant’s hove
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
Judases creeping in the shadows
Like giant monsters
Innocent hearts dripping and drizzling with blood
The guilty jubilantly roaming the streets
The church is silent
A sleeping lion!
A toothless bull dog
Blood stained tithes and offerings
Flesh fuelled businesses crowding the CBD
Deceit and betrayal is a game of hearts
Dead consciences that cannot be resuscitated
Children are fatherless and mothers are childless
The rich are heartless
The heirs are senseless
Crying is useless
They deem Christianity meaningless
Talking about Ubuntu is a sign of weakness
Leaders are foreign to selflessness
Oh Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
To him who hold the seven stars in his right hand
Who is the first born of all creation?
Turn not a blind eye on our afflictions
For how long will we sing the sour song of Akeldama
A song written by the greedy and blood thirsty
A rhythmless song sung when strings are broken and voices are full of anger
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth mourns!
Oh Akeldama!
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
Skip Skate, trot hop,
moving forward rock to rock,
every step unique and considered,
life newly born carcases of the withered,
shimmering shaking, liquid meets solid,
altitude zero both beauty and torrid,
shades of green, hugs white chalk,
the mass of the undulating lapping with baulk,
the foamy bubbles lead the way,
drops of oily bring colour and sway,
like tiny little clouds, egg whites in ***
this meeting of the worlds characters, an ever new plot,
signs of creation, signs of decay,
I pass through this picture in my personal way,
grounding and purifying its this cleansing i need most
as i wander tentively along this little stretch of coast
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
We spoke in riddles holes in the middle
“Darkness” we told me darkness will mold me
“Utter darkness” carcases, carcases
(maybe they marked us)
I liked how it glistened I shouldn’t have listened
“Trees, rivers, mountains” we told me return to the fountain
“I need you to focus” the skylark will show us
(the sky is below us)
Suddenly it was quiet see I
“Here you are” we told me saw
“You can’t turn back” a
(just me on the)
I saw a cabin by the water teeter-totter
“It’s time” we told me thought I oughta be
“The circle is complete” plural, complete
(we’re obsolete)
Elevated, euphoric, fearless mutated, sophomoric, peerless
“Let go” we told me let go of me
“You’ll fall forever”
or
we
will
fall
forever
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
It's official, we're monsters
We're disgraces, we're abominations
We're **** we're dirt
We're apart of a ***** and evil congregation
We've been so cruel
They've judged us just because our skin is ashen
They've persecuted themselves, stabbed each others back, turned each other into ashes
Hearts have become nothing but beating organs that pump evil into our veins
Brains have been blocked out and replaced by things that just produce shame
Thinking that we're the superior species, but that's absurd
We run like zebras to **** like lions then scavenge like vultures and feed off each others carcases
To think that we were created in God's image, the idea hurts
Cause God's image is turning into Satan's minions, into his children and we blindly walk into our own Tartarus
And don't get me started on the laws of the land we don't even take care of
Telling me about the right to freedom to help you paint the idea of the right freedom
You **** in order to gain, and that process goes on and on and on
From the early days, all we do is take and the process goes on and on and on
I hate the way they look at her beauty and can't fight for it
Just take her and have fun, a whole night of it
I hate the way you so quick to hate and so quick to **** my vibe
And the fact you like it, you love it, when you've got stolen stacks instead of working for a truthful dime
Screaming "I'm just human" has made me realize
That it just disgraces the title if we pin it to a crime
Let's not lie to ourselves any longer
We're humans, and humans have proved that that means being imperfect people, but perfect little monsters
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
Oh to owe what isn’t owned; glorifying riches at hand to hold
— not for long. Skeletons, carcases, dust to dust, bones grow cold
as they get old; as the foundations you place your wealth on –
grow hollow once more.
As a man with absolutely nothing, has all the space in the world, to feel
they don’t belong. A man with everything counts up the credits they’re
owed, alas counting up all of the funds, to be counting down their days.
The grounds we walk on are all so slippery- constantly sliding money for
food. Working all of your life; filling up twenty-four hour slots gambling
all that one has at hand, end to end for ends meet.
We cannot hold onto time any longer then we try to hold onto money;
trying to weather through it all - it’s only easier when the weather's fine,
As hard times slip under the door, and the key to it refuses to thaw.
Still the poverty trap has steel jaws that snap, the trap of chasing money
as an escape- rises ourselves as serpents, curved to swallow our own tail.
__Our own tragedy of ssss…success.__
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 2:59 PM UTC
It's not just your mind,
Or your heart,
Or even your soul
It's the physical manifestations
Aswell as the poetic infestations
The clicks of your fingers speak the language of arthritis.
Ancient creaks betweens whimpers of pain
The wrinkles on your face draw comparisons to the arid, desert
veins of your starving heart
The canyon and valleys of your teeth show open carcases of decaying gums.
Your smile is LOST. Not the average one you save for acquaintances and work, NO. The real deal, the one that crinkles at your eyes and runs deep in your veins
The kind that pulsates goodness into your lungs. That simple 21% of oxygen flooding kindness and then you breath out 16 % oxygenated, Passionate, UNBREAKABLE LOVE
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC