"supraventricular" poems
I love You,
Not always.
But on days,
When you sit beside me,
Drinking your fine colombian coffee
Through the red draped
Wine lookin lips of
Your's,
Which is just fine for a hunter to be hunted down,
Using nothing but the cupid arsenal,
That is tough to found,
With your bewildered look,
Straight at me
And that supraventricular tachycardiatric smile...
God those are the nooks,
That sinks me in
Like a fish on a hook,
Ready to be fried,
On a pan of love,
Yet mesmerised,
On why the hell I see
Heaven in you.
I love you,
Not everytime,
But on a park to be strolled,
Caped with the spring
As your feathered finger parades through my arms
And we have your talk,
Of how that little man with a monkey hat,
Toppled of the cycle he rode,
As the face slammed on
The concrete road,
To get a glance of your
Beauty facade.
And how that made me laugh.
Your laugh.... the sounds of symphony,
Better than the next door boy playing guitar ,
Trying to impress you,
Unknown of the fact,
That you are surrendered
To my tunes.
But I love you,
Everynight,
When you give everything
To my arm,
And I surrender to your charms,
A kiss of naked secret,
Just so we live through
The road ends,
As the sun waves hands,
I'll be there to love you,
Everyday,
Always beside you.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
my life has changed forever
from normal, my everyday life now does sever
july 4th weekend, fireworks were going off inside of me
my racing heart had finally brought me to bended knee
afib, supraventricular tachycardia...
congestive heart failure was my flava'
rushed to the icu...
sign these here papers the doctor asked me to do
we've exhausted all medicines, all of them we've went through
i ask, can i call my wife in case i never speak to her again
there was no answer, it was the most scared and alone i ever felt then
icu doctors huddled and staring at me like i am a mystery
they shock me and send thousands of volts of electricity through me
the paddles burn and welt
my chest and back
my room filled with chaos it certainly did not lack
bells and alarms made my ears want to cry
lying there thinking....it was my time to die.
'Yours and everyone's concrete poet Part Deux'
👷🏻♂️
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC