There is a rhythm to these fleeting emotions,
they come and flee in harmony,
to and fro

My heart reeks of rotten rose,
In the rumination of my numbing loom
once luminous
I cease to remain lush
as dust sought to settle
in my petaled palace
A place i thought to remain unscathed
trampled by trotting disdain
Doomed by uncertainty

There used to be be trails
of incense, twirling,
with the aroma
of serenity
Now,
silence rules over sound
and solitude swamps
my field of joy
my path muddled with mourning.
Mornings are dim
Nights,
now blazing
and brazen with a relentless hopelessness
sweltering under sounds of desire,
A ghostly, eerie, rummaging rage
to be heard.

An Urge
to purge the mind in glorious fashion
pestering upon moments to mimick
and mourn days after

My back is bent
favoring the very branch sobbing
just outside my window.

The wind seems to be frightened by the storm or
exhausted by the sun
anyway,
the air    is still.

Still, i am
struggling to keep still
coping with the coupling of my mind
on days mundane
dim
dampening my mood.

This place is amazing
nothing like anything
Ha! This place is gorgeous!
This place is a palace of some sorts
A mothership,
This place is full of delight and adventure and rainbows
I wouldn't give it up for the world this
Honor, this Creed
clambering continually in calamitous Abyss
Who is it there behind the rainbow curtain,
calling upon my name?

The many martyrs of boredom
make haste to their next death,

They nestle in their noodles
Over bowls of ramen
Ramming their frontal lobes in their palms,
In hazy rooms, staring in the hearts of tinted corridors
Dim lit lamps stand courageous,
Smoking kettles,
alarms the listener to lunge merrily
to,
his lazy lagoon