Dancing,
Thrashing,
Cascading

Down the barren stone tower,
Through the craggy, coarse cliffs
Refining, polishing the necessary features
And streaming for the duration of my adventure,
One might wonder: Why?

Why! Oh what a question—
To purify what will soon be soiled in a moment’s time,
And yet, unremittingly,
Over, ad nauseam, again.

I cannot die.
No agony or desolation can destroy me.
Amaranthine, ceaseless, everlasting!
I hold steadfast, staunch, unrelenting.

I am a waterfall.
Nought can destroy me.
I am forever...

Life or Death

I can see the blinding light surrounding me
in my broken hours, the deep rugged circles
under my shapeless eyes, featureless cheeks
floating along the wailing streams, the silent
screams stabbing my soul unremittingly all
through the night, chills sinking in the depths
of my flesh, darkness creeping in the shadows
cutting me deep, tormenting me constantly in
my sleep, crashing and burning, drifting and diminishing,
disintegrating and dying, slow startling thoughts
invading my landscape, every wall encompassing
my view spinning and intensifying across my sunken
dimension, slipping int a world of pain and anger,
blazing flames casting immense loneliness in my heart,
embracing the vicious freezing winds whirling in my direction,
imagination fading into depression, dreams vanishing into
broken bottles, as I gaze at the sharp steel blade facing me,
counting the ways to draw blood upon my existence, the crimson
flow suffocating my crying escape, peeling skin deteriorating into
gray ashes, feeling its smooth jagged edge pierce my skin to a slow
and brutal death.

She stared at the roof beam,
The wood that was once a tree.
A tailless lizard came from
Behind the beam to look
At her for the umpteenth time.


Kitta kitta , said the lizard
She who had become 'it' stared
Unremittingly at the beam
That was once a forest tree.
The beam looked at the lizard.
The continuum flowed endl’ssly .

Pain is deep
It buries itself into the deepest corners of my mind
Pain is throbbing
It pounds through my head with every beating pulse
Pain is constant
It unremittingly reminds me of feelings I don’t want to find
Pain is dull
I can’t escape its dreary presence, it remains so close

Pain is burning
It brings fire to my eyes with each and every tear
Pain is sharp
It stabs my chest with every inhaling breathe I take
Pain is lightning like
It does not warn with sounds of thunder for me to hear
Pain is unique
Without pain, love would be fake

Relying on a response
By your hand
Holding my heart
So delicately it beats
Unremittingly of songs
And tears it weeps
For love of hope
Alone I cannot win
Your affection

Do I dare
Strive for more
Than what has been
Of late nights
I lay awake
Dreaming of dreams
Do not come true
Love will prevail

Selfishly, I want you
to be mine.
Egregiously, I err
on doubts.

Freedom's abode was where sun rose.
Her desirous eyes saw where sun goes.
Rumours were unremittingly echoed;
That sun's path leads to lavish abode.

Freedom decided to follow the sun.
Leaving kinship behind resolved to run.
Duping father, brother, husband and kins;
She bartered her veil for strong wings.

Freedom left her culture with no regrets.
She reached the place where sunsets.
Exchanged some clothes with new culture.
Rest lifted in the name of art by vultures.

Now she started finding new husband.
Sadly available were only Boyfriends.
Property bemocked her and ran away.
Morality bled and outstretched it lay.

Freedom now looks with longing eyes;
Place which she left, where sun rise.
Now her mistake she knows and attests.
In the Middle of East was abode to rest.

Disappeared all enthusiasm and zest.
Naked Freedom is lost in streets of west.
Within broken societies now she roams;
Where there are houses but no homes.

For the past thirty years or so
I’ve heard Republican broad hints
That never quite come to pass.
They must think I am dense;
That I sit and watch my TV
And get all stoked to hear them
Promise they will set things right
But reality never comes near them.

They talk about our poverty gap
And how they will narrow it down
And how they will lower interest
And they will quit fooling around.
They go on about their opponents,
Even when they have good records,
And then the election comes and
The people fail to get it together.

So every eight years they vote,
These fools I must call my peers
And throw the good guy out.
Every freaking eight years.
An even once after just four
They told the good guy goodbye
Then put in a world class crook.
Can anyone really say why?

I’ve watched my fellow man
Go bonkers like this repeatedly
And vote in some twisted clown
That ******* us up completely.
Nixon looked like the creep he was;
A greasy, rude and stupid man.
Then Reagan was a liar and a looter
I never was that fool’s loyal fan.

In between we’d get someone
In the job who wanted things fixed.
He would work hard as he could
And pray things wouldn’t be nixed.
But the current bubble-headed villain
Said he’d take the country back;
All his predecessor was guilty of
Was of being unremittingly black.

So, what’s with these people here
Who can’t tell a good thing from bad?
Why can’t they recognize success
And good times we have had?
All indexes were up, things were fine
Things were not a bit bad that fall.
So why did the half bright-Americans
Choose a guy with no experience at all?

Surely they don’t think any guy
Who doesn’t give a **** about them
Would care about more than rich buddies.
Of course not! That would be just dim.
Yet they did it and proved that fools,
When they’re left to play with the adults,
Can ruin things when they’re going well.
Now we must live with the results.

As soon as you are gone, my body cries for you to begin again.
My bones remember your weight,
crushing bliss.
Half-spun moments free from thought or care or existing
I am lost, in you.
I am found.

Lover, I do not know whether you are spinning our tale
or unraveling it.
Never has love felt so fragile or unbreakable,
your skillful hands twisting my wishes into ribbons,
leaving them scattered on the floor
next to the denim husks of our discarded selves.

I fear this mistake.
I fear that we will not make it often enough.
Memorizing your outline, I make my provisions for your eventual leave-taking.
Everything must go.

I carry you with me,
escaping into the strange sweetness of your smile.
Poetry is your broad shoulders
turned away from me and feigning sleep.
I do not weep.

Perhaps this is the ending,
slowly fading, credits rolling, riddled with bloopers a casual audience will never see.
Maybe the sum-total of my love for you will be told
in bleary-eyed mornings, wordless hugs on my way out the door.
But Lover, you have forgotten the heart of the one who loves you,
one who knew your soul before your body.
I am gracelessly, unremittingly hopeful
and perhaps this is the darkness that falls just before the phoenix sings,
raising the dawn.

there is an electricity of the city
that speaks to you in hushed tones
in the middle of private moments
where you skivvy around wondering
when your time will come;  
stop
waiting in the wings.

we run our dogged marathons
and sing our sacrilege out and loud, remorselessly—
fear not of who hears and who doesn’t—
we’re hungry for something to say.
i’ll etch my fingers into your flask
of liquid, warm courage
and we’ll feel right for a second or two,
as time undulates a little more kindly for us.

these nights we canonised
our foolishness wrought with
a stubborn feeling
and i told you we were invincible

our limbs tire and lungs respire
but our hearts and minds will always ache proudly with rage.
you and i were cut from the same cloth,
unremittingly.
for if the seams of our lives would eventually splinter
we’ll still live forever
through music and film and our love
don’t cry,
my baby blue.

Consistently inconsistent
Reliably unreliable
Amiably aloof
Unmistakably ambiguous
Predictably erratic
Revealingly vague
Openly shut tight

Distinctly indistinct
Lucidly incoherent
Affectionately cold.
Unremittingly intermittent
Accessibly inaccessible
Penetratingly impenetrable

Relentingly relentless.

Some things in life you can always count on to remain the same.
In that regard, you'll always be there for me. Unfailingly.

There was no beggining
no end.
Only an apology
for the credence.

The predators were
*****. Peace comes
when you go
for war.

The angles guide
you to roil
under the stones
unremittingly.

His masculinity spun me in extreme degrees,
covered me in his enamoredness, his opalescent
rivers of seeping steam that magnetized me,
entrapped me in his immensely exalted art,
his concupiscent skin engrossing me,
carrying me down under to his seemingly
endless labyrinths where his secrets were revealed.

I melted like crystal ice in a large silvery pitcher,
leaking unremittingly, powerless in his majesty,
spaced out, soaring in the night, intoxicated
by his sublime, unconquerable manhood,
his body so right and ripe, fantasizing about him
every night, singing to the swaying of his thrilling
torpedo, how he stroked his mouthwatering meat
so erotically, inveigling me in his naughtiness.

The feel of his amber skin had me trembling within,
clinging to his kingdom, every fraction of his attraction,
analyzing his sleekness, drifting into dizziness and sweatiness
as he became my weakness, everything that I wished
to tame, painting him so realistically in the various realms
of oozing milk and flavored honey, reveling in his unsurpassable
palace of hidden lasciviousness, losing my mind in it all.

I am so weary of the constant repetition
By the shallow and disreputable folk
Who claim to be our leaders,
Yet unremittingly by tactless talk
Betray the very principles
With which they sought to gain
Our credulous support,
And treat with reprehensible disdain
And superficial jargon
And empty-headed vows
Those principles that leaders of a bygone age
Did fervently espouse.
Where are they now?
Where have they gone?
Please reappear! Come back!
Those rare folk that we could depend upon.

Slowly
Inevitably
Unremittingly
We age

Second by second
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Day by day
Week by week
Month by month
Season by season
Year by year

We grow
Older

We experience
Life
From
A
New
Perspective

Travellers
Journeying
Through each passing phase

The miracle
Of birth

The joy
Of childhood

The confusion
Of teenage-hood

The confidence
Of early adulthood

The wonder
Of parenthood

The realisation
Of middle age

The acceptance
Of physical decline

The blossoming
Of the incarnate spirit

The magnificent sunset
Of our final years

The adventure
Of our own death

The mystery
Of the after life

The rhythm
Of the universe

Birth
Ageing
Sickness
Death
Birth
and
Death

Day
And
Night

One
Always
Giving way
To
The other

A gift
To us all

A gift
That we embody

I was waiting for you
to come to my rescue,
enter my dreams and awaken me,
take my body as the gray clouds
hovered above us,
make incredible love to me
as the wind wafted through the
large green trees surrounding our home.

I wanted to be every sublime line
in your seductive song,
hum to your soothing touches,
your sweat dripping on my neck,
my thoughts spinning unremittingly,
causing me to lose control
as the tension rose like a wildfire.

My tongue surfaced through your exciting skin,
into your mouth, I went,
feeling your mustache and beard,
nibbling your ears,
relieving your fears,
the hairs on your head so blessed,
the juices in me so fruity and fresh,
explicit diction written on my lips,
calling out your name,
tasteful syllables gliding down my throat,
the power in your tower dividing
the bridges to my thoughts.

I was clenching your warm arms,
smelling the scent of strawberries from your palms,
your manhood so sexually enticing,
spoiled from the shores of your core,
from the blissful borders or your beauty,
aching to steady embrace your passionate waves,
to drink your creamy nectar,
let it slide down the walls of my esophagus,
let the enchantment never end,
let your presence paint my flesh
watercolor hues of eroticism
as I licked the tip of your ***** head.

And as I ****** your macho shaft,
showered in your sweetened syrup,
in your world of jeweled treasures,
turned on by it all,
my mind, body, and soul
flowing boundlessly in your masculinity,
I was succumbing to your kingdom.

My shameful skin was sizzling, swelling, failing,
stuttering, smoke-stained, drained, a blackened
barrel of smashed maggots, lifeless flies, ******
buzzards surrounding my dimly lit presence,
a sleeping sun, a weeping cloud, a frightened gray
sky sifting in darkness, filtered, altered, my slender
hands weakened, holding my dry throat as I almost
strangled on hard wooden nails.  I smelled extremely
stale, my bones droopy and frail, unremittingly sweating,
my heart pulsating, disintegrating, dehydration drawing
me into starvation, my speech slurred, scared, deferred,
murmuring chopped and ******* words, damaged snapshot
scenes infused with ragged, jagged letters.  My consciousness
was drowned by spinning sound waves reaching deep
into my painfully punctured lungs, my intelligence combusted,
rusted, flattened, negated, slated, faded, desperation rising
without restraint, the swollen symmetry of my skin smoky
and poisoned by howling hurricanes and strong winds.