shout it loud, useless..
hear the scream, none;
live the pleasures, endlessly.
craving for a kiss,endless possibilities,
draw it at down; ring my bell,
in a tunnel of Alzheimer,
while first time drunk,
all through the years,
silence overwhelming hearts.
tear drops engrave skeletons,
screams diminishes in salty valleys,
pains evoke bloody tears,
all through the stinky years.
should have never mention it.
She was waiting to cross the 6th road in Dallas when a six feet tall grey haired weird young guy stood beside her; staring in a fearsome was at her shoulders. She wonders, he said, I am sure you are scared; a bit- she replied with a swift glance moving forward. Shame, visitors are not allowed any more, still drunk guys move around the zoo.
He took of his coat and but it around her shoulders. Thank you, she whispered. You must be wondering whether we meet before? Yes, we did; two hundred years ago, in Bangkok. Do you remember when that early morning going out of the cotton factory. His heart was shaking of cold, she offered her red woolen fur, then walked down the stinky ally and took a glass of red wine in the dark restaurant, remember the blind waitress- she was gorgeous, blond and single.
Since then, he spent all those years hoping to find her; now that he did, he just wants to feel that fur again but with a hug; is that an extravagant?!
in a few years’ time..
her charm fades..
fluffy skin hardens..
brown-eyed eyesight darkens.
a memory of a meager pleasure lingers,
selebrating pure kindness; Gosh, finaly,
eternyally; enjoy total madness..
brush life’s dust off her soul,
and hug her.
.. as we start..
deal with it, it is your tart..
fly her to a planet,
collect ugly sand particles..
seek crystal ones, then
varnish the sunset,
where mermaids lay na….d.
mind the glass..
the one beside the candle..
filled with red wine..
finally, her tattoo will shine..
a mermaid in red.
remembers last spring;
a crushed soul;
worthless, stained charm,
craving for…..everything intact.
are you blind?
with a dead heart..!
frozen at a forest of sunshine,
dancing away sorrows; never.
now, move it, clutch to his lips..
wrap his neck..
once again you fail;
he is lost without a trace;
went deep down;
in to a crude world,
totally, blacked out in misery,
just can’t see destiny.
never mind it; all is perfect,
satisfied? damn it.
every time you defend it,
smash it, mind it,
she will strut her stuff
mirror on the wall
crying for all
tears of joy, once only
sacrifice the lonely
volcanic heart, bloated belly
wrapped with caramel silk
love it or loathe it,
butterflies havin fun,
spits bloody tears, angry
deep down under the sun,
a grounded stupid,
will you ever dare to,
leave her unattended?.
fluffy soul, gingerly dying
doubtfully; blaming a destine,
speechless; just smell my tears,
dry heart, slaughtered,
identity falsified, gossip,
grey haired cornered in sadness,
volcanic lost soul;
Can you deny that ” There’s just too much that time can not erase”!
Disgusting as she stands critical while he brushes his teeth;
At the bathroom door step she stands on one leg screaming
Blaming and vowing for revenge
He stares at the mirror, his eyes turning scary
The black scorpion moves down the corner of the ceiling towards the door step
She is still there barefooted, with a light pink transparent cotton top
She borrowed from a friend last summer
Splashed of his toothpaste penetrates her lousy top
It has been quit a time; need to get out of the stinky bathroom
He continued brushing, blood drops in the wash basin..
She noticed the drops; got extra irritated…
Are you going to spend the night brushing? She shouted.
His heart beats escalated, his lunges became tighter.
Wished the scorpion could end this siege;
He is free now..
When he is drunk, be aware; He will not amble out. Anger waves will blow up his very heart. He will first finish up with his reading table; A wooden low table longing for a flame. Then he will drive his Cadillac through the department store’s front window, gets a two pounds’ steel hammer, he needs it to escape.
Entirely unconscious; ran across the road, kick her main door. The bathroom door will not hold him from getting her. He has a hammer, remember? Will she escape or will she face a gloomy destiny?
She cries, her voice calmed him down at bit. Kind a woke up from alcohol. Yes, he hears you; speak out; Love, just like you, I loved your distraction. Time to hold you in my arms. Please move closer; feel my heart.
He cries: I am sorry baby.