there will come a day
when father time will grow
jealous of us and
the fireflies will
turn off their glow

when the diamonds
wont seem so precious
and all the joys
of this world will
seem foolish and low
and i will have to
let you go
dear mama

sometimes i make you laugh
just to hear the joys
youve stopped showing
on your face

to breath your
attempts to cough up
your worries and drown
in my love

to watch you unfold
at the ends and
sease to be held in
at your seams

there will come a day
when everything
i have ever said to you
will flutter off like a thousand
butterflies in a storm
and my actions
will weigh heavier
than the 98 pounds
they've made of me
dear mama

i know i wont be able
to hold your stare
for as long youve held
my hand but im hoping
the seconds i've been given
havent already carved
a gourge in your daylight
since you recieved
me in place of a son

instead of building
a doll house of regrets
i vow to keep the
reality of your name true

wont glorify the time
you tried to spill
yourself in the wind
with the barrel of a
police issued gloc
because the shock
of your babies moving away
too much of a trigger

bet i let the ringing
of unfired suicide rounds
bounce off every new york city
sidewalk slab i've chased
in an attempt to
run from myself

when i left you
know that i held
the crotchet needles
you made my baby blanket
with in my chest
had the day
of your second stroke
in my heart

and the only way
i could release them was to
shed my skin under the chin
of a brooklyn boarding house
so dont frown at the anatomy
of a new york city skyline
just know it offered
the shoulders i needed
at that moment

when father time
grew jealous of us
and the fireflies turned
off their glow
i grew a light of my own
dear mama

something happened
between me watching you
relearn how to walk
around the same time
i learned to
double knot my tennis shoes

when everyone assumed
my ignorance was bliss
and let the brilliance
in your bones become
as black as night
without ever noticing
i was afraid of the dark

what have these years
done to us?
to make me bloom
in the bright of day
while baking the stalk
that is you
i cant stand to watch
you wither
wont you shine too
dear mama

Wax is like blood seeping
from the core of my being.

Dare I cut deep within the
crimson till it weeps deeply.

The flame gouges on the body,
gouging on its flavours.

Tears descend until the body is
but pools of what lingered before.

Come a little closer...


View the news and
gourge on the slide show
Pluck every strand that you
need from the rainbow:
Take away the voyeurs stance
and get up front and personal

In their face and just above
the bleeding cavity..

Now drink in the depravity

Bend down and peer inside
A beating heart did there reside
Collateral damage
She'll never clock eight

Nor any of nine
ten or eleven..

Stare into dilated eyes
to know these
acts of retribution
and feel aoerta showered
flower blossoms

Pool at your feet:

They're not yours to keep but
it won't be long before
you're knee deep in blame and

Reminiscing all the outrage
and the planes
and how those
Towers fell
The tracks of claret
on the Tube
And double deckered
burnt out shells
The back pack carnage
in Madrid
The ******* of
Islamists
Of course
you never
ever thought

Revenge
would only

lead to this..

You just need to
move those toes
and spy how she flows to
the rivers of many
to find out:

You're shrapnel.

A not so ******* smart bomb
who's been looking for a
victim, screaming

Faceless'll do fine...



Well not this time.



©HaroldRizla