A trailing game

Is it yours baby?

A glamorous figure?

Scream and yale,

Not in the face on a rainy day,

Carry it away, supposedly get rid of your fears

Lost in your red hair, hear my moans, give me your sick heart

Remember those vicious jerks

Feel their fiery blood, slated skin

Taste if you will the trace of agony

Pains exploded in your nasty mind

Thoughts of deep cries

The minute you show off,

Go to bed alone foolishly

Count on carelessness

Feel my cold shivering tummy,

Stare at my angry eyes and forget it all

Wonder where it will take you

Down the dark desert

Wolfs sanctions the corners

Morning will not save you

An end to my suffering girl

Past dawn,

An extravagant termination to your game.

Five Senses

Has there been any special day in your life that you still remember with anger? Sunday is Alfonso’s. It is the day he got terminated from his job; the only source of family income. Senseless reasons were presented that he could not digest. Anger and grieve is the sign of the time.

He started wondering: Now what? Will I collapse? Will I jump from the sinking ship and leave everything behind? Am I able to be strong and fight? Maybe start all over and be my own Boss? Yes, being my own boss has always been a lifetime dream. But, is it possible to forget the first attempt that turned a complete failure after four years of suffering? I had to close my drones’ factory in 1418 as losses reached to an unacceptable limits.

Alfonso thought of the tough decision; I need to act fast. My savings will disappear in a month. I can not think of anything now; my brain went paralyzed. Kid’s tuition fees and expenses are high. Whatever happened, kids should not be put down. Day and night, thoughts are quarreling in my mind. I started to lose directions and almost surrendered to a dark destiny.

Despite his deep longing for a relief, it was such an unfortunate end to the 54 years old poor Alfonso’s life. Today, he still wonders whether the disastrous end of his life was due to a life that treated him with massive unfairness manifested in a bloody surrounding that posed extreme intolerable pressures on his five senses. After all, who on earth would care about all this rotten nonsense!?

Your choices

Whatever life brings

Whenever love fades

No matter what they whisper

Flames of hunger evolves

Somehow you will be unknown

Never taken and damned

However, your screams reached iron ears

Hear the echo of emptiness,

No more safe destinations to hide from your desires

On your horizon, blood sleeps on a forehead

Remember were you were raised and,

nurtured with tenderness, granny is gone

Pains collapsed your bones

No double, you will sink in sea of zombies

Enjoy the down under

They are your loved ones now,

Feel their skull pushing on your tummy outside,

Your organs scream,

No way there yet,

lifetime choice has never been yours..

..a necessity..

Is it an absolute necessity to know who you essentially are or even what have you been so far? Conscious to be or not to be? Who do you really want to be; do you choose skin color, name; non-I suppose? Till the moment your soul starts to rise- the search continues; endlessly; still who do you think you are? A musician, a carpenter or rarely a tennis champion; Who cares? Do you care? Never mind, it has never been any of your business; aliens know it better; they sculpt your identity, soulmate, eventually your cemetery. Will that get you angry in a moment? Are you solid worthy; one day she will be your presence.

Where radical events pull you into stinky unexpected presence, a passenger; is that you? Are you clearly defined? Can you be felt, smelled, or even once be loved in every exclusionary perspective as you escape a forest of unfriendly animals. A habitat in the middle of nowhere. Liberty seems a primarily faded illusion. Lay in peace as long as being overwhelmed by uncertainty rather unpredictable rigid eroded iron; a promise to a mysteriously spoiled necessity is largely what it is. Is it? Still anxiously doubtful.

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A dead forest

Eventually, bottom Oak tree branch will fail under increasing consignments from a supreme thicker one that has thicker and bigger leaves. Leaves that allowed no sunshine to nourish deprived skinny branch that had always been thirsty for sunlight. Apes swings around under leave’s shade enjoying free food; breeding in summer. Forgotten the long lived agony’s ember. Life just got so neutral after Tarzan’s departure to the gambling city. Failed again to promote forest’s life as gamblers fancied contemporary fashion trends. Tarzan, dare you yoga or say yes to renounce ancient beliefs rooted within weak branches. Symptoms of Alzheimer, inequality of leaves poisoned authentic social ties within butterfly’s society as they fear wild snakes with faces looks more like wicked witch’s on a broom; Tarzan, remember her hair cut?

On the top branches stood the hungry eagles staring in patience at the occupants in the shed bellow. Eagle’s babies expecting a fresh tasty meal. An early morning promise made by their muscular father prior the departure. Quarterly, frogs ranks eagle’s devoted ethos as they gain weight. Branch can no longer absorb sharp nails tightness. Never disdained polluted Autumn’s wild wind, the branch’s lungs can take it no more; such a past time sin’s fulfillment. Forest, passed away in serenity before dawn. Centuries back, in a perilous valley, drunk lizards celebrated stitching forest’s bloody dreadful coffin. Black warmth at midnight gifted nasty lizards’ tinny rotten arrogance. Hey ya Elephant, while pregnant keep both eyes open, your forest might be next to die in peace ? Endlessly private.

Waxion; a bit..

Feel the anger; wax it,

Meet dead ends; waxed,

Knew it; damn sunshine.

Dream freedom; a bit,

Wax n brain wash; an abundant of.

A bit; devastating ugliness,

Humans waxed; just a lot.

Destination, Pacific shore; alone honey,

Devil is your drunk captain;

Sailing smoothly all the way,

Across the ocean, feel his sharp nail around your neck,

Dipped in melted wax,

Bleeding love; shore is quite unreachable.

learning to quit.

I sometimes get frustrated with the fact that an overwhelming negative thoughts roles one’s behavior. How hard can it be to convince your inner conscience that you need to keep on learning even when reaching fifty one. A quality learning is what we talk about here not just  information that can be just collected from the web. Affording a quality learning is another concern to many keeping in mind that one needs to increase his income.

Work or learn? This us the formula to be solved when you get older, regardless what you perceive ‘older’. The solution must be urgently defined as prompt action are necessary.

Do we learn to discover ourselves or it is just what mum and dad wants? I believe it is a necessity to breath, to survive, and mainly to live the joy of achievement. Quitting is an achievement as well; isn’t it?

The womb.

Sometime at late fifties, on a dark winter night, on a small sea side village full of farmers lived a young boy called ”Nameless”; seems nuts. His mother got trapped between the father who sails eight months a year and a nasty boss who is around daily as she cleans the office and serves his coffee. Admit it, an old approach to life, cheaters are all over, regardless. ”Nameless” has got no education till lately. He learned the hard way, begging for passion and tenderness but mainly for house expenses that Father used to waste on the blond- Boss’s assistant. Damn it, ”Nameless” can take it no more. Father, left them to poverty that torn them apart. Mum has longed for a brave husband to defend her. The boss was a demanding cowered; just as the husband in most of the nights he was around.

How do you think son’s feelings were like then? Never mind, now he just doesn’t care. She used to plea for mercy time and time again. Surrounding males’ approach stinks ones soul. At those times, ‘’Nameless’’ saw it all. But, unfortunately, he was so weak to fight back defending his fragile mother. Mother surrendered and collapsed. ‘’Nameless’’ lost interest of school’s home works. Failed with all life’s aspects. A life that made him as fragile as a bleeding womb. A female attitude in a male’s body, toilet, and name maybe. Not sure of it all. Life has turned bleak just as mother’s cracked womb. Is it still hard for you to remember when Mum was as fresh as a morning blossomed rose, slushy as fresh honey?! Damn you Dad; if I may- We literally were turned into walking dead. Under the shower, bloody water drained away tears of  grief as it smoothly slipped over the shoulders. A totally new womb melted with anger. Curtains falls on a miserable scene; father arrives at the door step; Sorry, you are no more welcomed, neither is the Boss.

..she is not there!

Brain putrefied; wake up to the blues;

on the run from his saddest feelings..

lost a sincere soul foundation for a nil harmony;

biological victims wanders within..

creeping pains silenced his lungs…

speechless disorder craving for mercy..

day after day and year after year..

he is still alone on the dance floor; thoughtless.

the boiled frog’s dreams looms; suffering in a rotten swamp..

grieves dipped you there,

he knows it; the end is never gonna be shinny;

rock stars expires on the stage; mid party..

prudent express discussion,

your cottage has collapsed with the marriage kiss;

enjoy an ugly, bloody relationship,

profound decision taken; leave.

just leave, you crave for a sanctuary.

now, now there is no second chance to withdrawal;

she is there no more.

enjoy the music alone; again- will you ever?.

 

 

 

rivals..

Black and White; a clear portrait.

Good and Evil; a win-win situation.

Mum and Dad; an obsolete divorce.

Birth and Death; deepest griefs.

Love and Hatred; a jazzy life.

Heart and Mind; ridiculously inherited.

Body and Soul; a rotten truth.

You and I; a never-ending fantasy.

Me and Myself; an eternal lore that never thrilled.