Life..

Is it too late?..Tell it to the crowd; now you do hate your birth, body, and death. Such a shame. Yes, no one cares. Diamonds won’t help anymore as her feelings has passed away last night. Red haired has gone wild back to a dark horrible childhood, remember? As you swayed to the beat. Admit it; here you are in a fake destiny were wildest dreams dries out, you would plea knee at her feet on a rainy day were your mysterious life grows and blood flows again filling your brain cells.

Apparently, rivers gone somehow nervous as owls shed tears in a stinky valley. Hang on there, give her your hand. Evaporate, then die joyfully, smoothly in a nightmare leaving no prudent trace ever. Coming back to earth, he is lost, breathless without her tenderness that fills the evening. Life is calling him again; to a fresh death. Got his black coffin, a perfume, and a velvet belt in a suit case. Such a great harmony; mate, are you still cynical about it? It is time to recognize it; it is your own disgusting rotten life; enjoy.

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Terminoogy                            

Scarce are the moments where she could release her deepest compassion. Dare you recall those. An elevation of stones mounted higher than teenager’s magical dreams. Dreams where she feared to stress out her rabid heart pulse. Moments deeply engraved in her sub conscious since ever. A useless attempt to dig for and find the best terminology to breath it all out before mid night.

Summer passed; not so joyful. She sought after help from a roommate; mostly drunk. Such a shame for someone studying cultures. She faced it many times, a lovely red haired skinny tall young lady; physically wanted day and night. He was so dishonest. Left the flat to the coffee shop across the street; please, double espresso and a chocolate cupcake. The waitress waited and wondered: will you pay for that?; she asked. Of course, she responded. How did you earn the cash? Waitress asked again. Have you tried a shoot in the forehead before? Damn this place; nasty terminology flourished. She stared at the entrance, Gosh, guess who was stepping in?

The womb.

womanSometime 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.

toxic knowledge..

complications; at day..

during night, further deeper complication..

being single, complication..

being married, with or without kids, complications…

be it happy or sad youth; complicated

being in love; somehow complex..

lost beloved ones or meet new ones; complicates your misery…

rich or poor, through out summer or spring, complicated..

still searching for a job or once employed, complex formula..

the good old days, seems less complicated..

funeral day; complex?

yes, your funeral mate..

feel it none!…toxic knowledge.

..”Do You?”..

Do you understand trampled emotions?

Fed up; Do you?

Do you really understand your improvisations?

Does it seem defected?

Incompleteness; Do you care?

Lame signs; how many Do you?

Late adolescence inspirational; Do you?

Dry emotional attachment; Do you spiteful?

Illogically counterproductive rebel; Do you?

Narrow dark prominence; Do you manage?

Returned loved ones; dialogue refusal; Do you?

Challenge corrupted soul; Do you?

Developed arrogance; Do you?

Sophisticated ‘’Do You’’ concepts! Did you?

The Intouchable..

Frigid lusts…

Further frustration will do you no harm.

Drag ancient sarcastic glitches…

Lungs frothing; vague breath, terrified…

Death looms, blossom intensifies…

Nasty genies fled volcano…

Sick of pale lava bubble,

So, she can still damn your improvisations…

Activate body language, huh, dunk till dawn…

Churned wine fills cracked clay jars…

Fragmented memory; of Alzheimer…

Skinny grey- haired..can you hear me?..

Breath….Breath…!

Disrupted mentor, body laid, never mind it,

Ironically, a bittersweet Intouchable; he remains.


 

the tailor

seven in the morning, he wakes up

move out of his be slowely like a snake

she must not observe his movement

reach to his shop at nine,traffic jam

no, he has to pass by the city collage to see someone

who is studying psychology, in her twenties

does she mind a tailor, over fifty one?

it looks like, she smiles back

his heart beats grow stronger..

the phone rings, darling i am awake

not feelin well, please come back home

i need to go to the clinic..

the tailor is confused now..

thought about it many times..

it is crazy, he went with a new destiny;

kept him in coma..

Manhattan..

she is leaving tonight..

to a destiny; everlasting..

meaningless blossoms..

can not taste tulips..

feel my heart beats; never mind her now..

Manhattan, play the blues till dawn..

she dances alone..dark brown lips..

come back home and astonish the wolf again and again..

her curves sways…satin slim tiny dress..

hazel eyes; sick illusions…

lost in lust, com on over and play it now..

loneliness to sue you..

judged to fade in a desert..

do not be afraid…snakes went to Miami..

will be back with a divorce..

 

;ready to knee?..

…ease a devilish tantrum…..

..all the best with the endeavor..Gosh,

..once there, let us know the destination.

…enjoy the journey mate…

..sweet dreams filled of traces…

..traces of nobody, anybody will do.

..welcome aboard, the lost city, lost past, lost future, lost and still around hell..

..she is back.. are you ready;

…for another knee ??

..just can be nothin…

a successful business individual!!

a chess champion!!

a famous actress!!

a red carpet model!!

a poet!!

a blues pianist!!

a professor!!

a person with lots of friends; true ones!!

a talented fashion designer!!

a great parent!!

an unforgettable lover!!

livin in an ancient youth; stinks-

further notable in all aspects;

Rachel, one day you will be something,

when he returns…best case scenario, before dooms day.

now, just hang on there darlin….