pure madness..

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.

 

 

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intact..

.. as we start..

flattered heart,

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.

 

can’t you see..!

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;

to entice;

to sacrifice;

to love.

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.

 

unattended

every time you defend it,

smash it, mind it,

reflect 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?.

 

The Black Scorpion…

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;

It did.

He is free now..

A Pleasant Distraction

Whenhammer 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.

as lights dim..

Nights Shimmer as he plays the blues

Bottom deck grief saxophone; felt like

a heart stroke; his immune system crumbles.

She smiles with face like a sunflower facing sunshine

Rays of light penetrates her pink slim lips

Curtains parted as lights dim

barefooted dancing solo;

Fulfilling arrogance; yet,

Exclusively,  in his arms.

Crystallizing nicked truths, illusions

Foliage sings farewell song

Alone in the water-less forest; kind of.

Gutter of life expands;

Stage of life, the way it is,

So far, rotten alcoves.

 

Dear Partner..

Dear Partner:

It has been years since we first met

Crazy times passed

Time is a miracle
by which, your arrogance fades
Excitement has gone dry
Eyes sparkles no more
Boring entertainment
Tears spoils the evenings
Hearts cry with doubts
Wishing the way home gets longer

Then get lost in a highway,

To another city, where he can be alone..

All alone…

Loneliness might heal his bleeding lungs

Mornings might shine again..

On Curves coated with volcanic ash

An elegant wonder: What a partnership!