"souk" poems
Slow dance of filings on parchment peace
savouring the beats, my percussion hips.
Look the rampage like other man's wife.
When the dark flag bites, hymns cease
and millennia entomb; heaped heads,
tented eaves, latest art in the desert souk.
Shik-shak-shok. The sharqi goes.
Flooring it to the rhythm of dunes, as
fires spew snow into the vale of prunes.
Chaos of magnets pirouetting a ride.
Bomb them, when nuisance gets, some
hundred women, few thousand children,
not bad price, securing the heathen trail.
Shik-shak-shok. The sharqi goes.
Veil the faithful, jail the ***** Chaos
is hope. Kaleidoscopic, cathartic taupe.
Riding the tiger, picturing a goat.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
The day u leave me
alone to die here
angels in all heavens
Will shed blood tears
No one has ever
loved anyone lyk this
life widout you is torture
with you is bliss
I don't know wat
fate holds in store
gods snatched away my every dream
ill ****** u to even the score
All i ask is
for u to love me
even if u don't tell me
don't let me drown so deep
I keep hoping for miracles
they say a hero will save us
I'm begging u to stay
i cant wait fr wat he does
Stay and grant me a new life
or go and never come back
its not a problem, ill just add
your loss to my pain stack
I try to forget u for u
but I'm just too selfish
there ain't no place in my heart widout u
not even a crevice
Stay or **** me
i cant see u go
I'm on the verge of insanity
let everyone know
Go away ill still live for u
smile laugh play
make myself a happy face
entirely out of clay
I thought u knew
but u don't
the pain i go through everyday
i cant frgt u ,i wont
The world is a stage
everyone can go
Leave me here in my misery
leave to burn slow
I don't blame you
I'm just angry and sad
No one seemsto try me
just judge me to be bad
I cant live like this
but then i favour ur dad
his decision was right
keep u away from all the pain i had
I know u pray i find sumone
somehow i forget you
ill move on if u want
but remember if u leavr my souk will too
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
6am and it feels like midnight's
sealed up tight.
Up periscope and
look out for the
Cape of no Hope.
And if I'd sailed at dawn?
Loose talk where devils walk
will burn you.
Almost through the last two hoops,
whoops of joy from the stands and
me clapping my hands in glee.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC