"keres" poems
I am wrapped in her algid arms.
I am lost in her evocative glare.
I stand, environed by the Keres,
Those dilapidated demons.
Azrael, my craven shadow, clings
To me as a vulture stalks its prey.
Thanatos does each step possess
Forward into this acidulous air.
Fissured masks release languid screams
That fall upon pallid faces that have
Long since wilted in her Stygian womb.
Enervated laughs drone in mangy ears.
I stand on the periphery of this
Asphyxiating cistern. I ambulate
Across this sable field that shall
Become the executioner’s blade.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Alas, I am only moments away
Be quick and painless should you be
Coward I may be but sweet
Departure will set me free
Evergreen my soul shall remain
Forgotten my name so let it befall
Go my shadows and run free
Hurt I shall no longer feel
Iapetus bids me farewell
Janus takes my hand
Keres caroled hymns of a psyche finally joining the band
Loving the way that fate has been cruel
My steps begin to falter as
Nostalgia suddenly embraces me
Once more I am at the cross roads
Played by to suffer forever I will be
Quest of mine, I failed you
Reaching for eternal bliss
Seduced to cut loose
To be far away from my own inferno
Understood my reasons will never be
Vain your pleas will become
Walls of Jericho crumbled down as did my spirit
Xenophobic our world has turned out
Young and carefree cease to exist
Zealotry towards living shall soon come to pass
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
I will be a good girl, my parents say I should.
A passerby subtly clutched her *****
I heaved a sigh.
I will be a good girl, my teachers say I should
A boss held her *****
I perfected my mascara.
I will be a good girl, my aunt say I should
A man forced a kiss.
I reapplied my lipstick.
I will be a good girl, my neighbors say I should
A husband fired violent words.
I closed my eyes bowed my head.
I will be a good girl, my friends say I should
A rapper *****
I cried tears of blood.
I will be a good girl, my society says I should
A woman was bled to death.
I stood emotionless.
They said be a good girl…
Good is tears, Good is blood.
Good is sudor, Good is action.
Good is sacrifice, Good is revenge.
Good is joy, Good is deaths.
One day Goodness will be re-defined,
When inside these women, is born Keres.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Pierce you good with an arrow
Knock you down like a bowling pin…
Call up pain and marry sorrow
Because my spirit’s such that I’ll win
You’ve nails in the lid of a box
Have convinced all that that coffin is mine…
But like a key that blows up the locks
Think of me as that looming stop sign
That you shall face eventually, no doubt
It will **** the calm from your frame…
Call the truth from your treacherous mouth
That you may finally taste your earned shame…
And yet still he is luckier than I, He who’s bought a true heart with a lie.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC