we almost brought it alive.

a flower, an icicle, a child?

what will be, will be.
it matters not what is deserved.

we brought the microcosm down
with thundering applause.

and in thinking of everyone else's salvation,
we never considered our own.

the mirror looks back once,
looks back twice,
then forgets you were ever there.

in the bouquet of roses was a daffodil.
it was the one that cut you,
and i regretted the purchase.

of all the boys you procured,
it was me that cut you.
and i regret the purchase.

Coastal air got obnubilate by her breaths,
And made the infuscated horizon to melt.
The adipsous dusk like an alchemy
Brought us together,
And underneath the stars we made constellations.

In the midst of it, so alive and alone
Breaths support like bones.
We draw figures in the calcareous sand,
And the sea erases their calligraphy,
But not our smell from its granuels.

The islands today too stand *****,
To look at our eternall love.
The coconut tree bends to offer us bower.
And I still remember your tender heart,
cherubic smile, rosy cheeks and all of you.

Memories drifting along in the harshness of winter but also come back at the dawn of spring
The journey to a concrete existence is one a being cannot finish
These thoughts run through my mind in a effort to convince myself that somehow my life will end up having a purpose or an explanation
Explanations full of doubt and obscurity these thoughts and memories which make my question my creator my self worth my fundamental personal traits that i have created for myself
In life there are journeys that are never concrete the answers to the question are never clear as the summer rain
These journeys, memories and thoughts are what makes enigmatic living a work of obnubilate art

It's 3am and I'm struggling,
Strangling the thoughts that will obnubilate my vision
I'm trying to avoid a collision
Between my tears,
My tears, and my freshly washed pillow case
Because when my tears rear its head,
It will be hours before I get to bed,
and even then,
These thoughts will haunt me in my head
I know these somber spaces so well
They are a part of me,
They are my shadow
They lay with me,
Try not to roll over and fall in
Why?
Why does my skin have to be abiding?
Can't it just melt away, by the end of the day
Taking with it all this pain?
Because I'm drowning,
Asphyxiating in other people's thoughts
I've begun to wonder which is worse
Feeling nothing-
Or everything at once.

Abstract shapes of various colours
Congregate against the viridescent canvas,
Ready to worship the thing that was hidden away for so long; arcane.
Prodigious circles of many talents,
A constant rotation of life and death.
A long road with no end.
Or a deep ocean with no beginning?
While the verdency of eau de Nil possess such entities,
The black and yellow striped obscurities peculate life and confer to the triangles.
Obnubilate.

SHAKESPEARE – SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD

Nothing but
a bauble

in the firmament
a nebula

far beyond Orion

light years
from here

from this
blob of blue.

The alien's elation
at our perfect planet

perfect for
plucking

like a blueberry
picked from the stem

held
in the palm

savoured.

The rest
gone to making

Auntie's jam.

Auntie Blob
as we called her

( never to her
face of course )

nibbling at her Bible
searching for the perfect quote

clipping her toenails
on yesterday's front page

kicking Shakespeare
"Outta de way!"

That hound
nothing but bones

reminds her of her
second husband

that's why she's so
mean to him.

Shakespeare decides to
"Beat it!"

knows her quickness
to anger

hunts along the lake
shore shingle

whereupon he's beamed up
for alien analysis.

"Strange being!"
they intone

mystified
at his four legs

they only
having one.

Alien language
unknown to us

nothing but
tones and bleeps and high pitched notes

piped
with great elan

but Shakespeare gets the jist
of everything they're saying.
Shakes ***** a leg
****** on

their controls

the master board
nothing but smoke...flames!

Old Shakes
decides to hunt out that flea

in his left
rear.

Aliens don't take so well
to fleas

tear themselves
apart

flee to the far side
lock themselves into pressurised suits.

Shakes howls
homesick

even for Auntie Blob's
bad hearted kicks.

Alien ears explode.

Survivors beam down
Shakes as fast as they can.

"Earth creatures
can not be overcome!"

runs the report
in capital bleeps and tones.

"Shakespeare...Shakespeare
you come here!"

"Now!"

"Bad dog...bad dog!"

He crawls on his belly
dodges an ill-timed blow.

"Where in the world
you been?"

A kick gets him
in the privates.

He cowers
underneath his chair.

"Lord...Lord
what a night!"

"That blue!
it's outta this world!"

She catches a falling star
out of the corner of her eye.

She isn't superstitious.
She makes no wishes.

"Lord God...where's that
**** dog!"

Shakespeare whines
softly to him self

the Dog star
reflected in his right eye.

Shakespeare the saviour
of the world.

obnubilate

Looking to the sky
as the clouds obnubilate
the Milky Way and the shine
from the stars is veiled,
I take my wishes back
from the night air and
deeply exhale