blood blot
a hideous music
like fixed stars
a chaos of shattered glass
you can hang your hat on

bamboo shards make a vulgar wound
gold spun hair
on floral linen
blemished soaking red
like a shaking rat in a cats mouth

Hazels glistening rectum; a pretense
salutes celibacy
and high end moisturizer toilet paper

trapped in their skin
bearing the wrath
of iniquity
matted hair wetted by the tears
of a thousand weeping gods
their innocence paralleled only
by the openness of the plains
where they sang their songs
as the nighttime dwell

young gals and guys
taking selfies
together or alone
coz who knows
who will be the new pair
and so another selfie
with a fresher one
will take care

digitize all snaps and time
we have to be slaves
all our lives
now of selfies
O man
be a selfies kinda fan

Walking in the dark,
walls made of stone.
Every step gives pause,
for they are not alone.

Breath grows heavy,
the path is long.
Ever downward,
to where all hope is gone.

As dim light glows,
what was dreaded appears.
Bars made of steel,
a cage draws near.

A creature small and weak,
sad and forgotten he sits.
Eyes empty and lost,
round bars tighten his grip.

Voice which once was lost,
whispers a now faded echo.
“Tomorrow I rise
out of depths below.”

Ivy Fumes
yet spring dust all alive simply broke in the ivy fume
look close at me very nicely done as the clock flipped done
shape
sharp
arm me with harmony
disaster bleeds
common court quiver through the mist
a challenge to be free is a question of time
spark a song towards freedom
in the immense of the potter's field
awake to the light been blown away
check the news let out the brash pilgrim to a wandering spear

Documents of truth to the eyes
To a worship of the past-
The superior reality of photographs
Where once we were alive

In a place of frozen dimension-
Every shifting cloud, every leaf
Is accounted for, a redemption
From the cruelty of time’s belief

In nothing but the passing breaths
From we who bear witness.

It smiled as we approached
We came nearer
To check our appearances
Did our clothes hang well
We made adjustments here and there
The mirror knew our faults
It smiled again as we left
We would come again

On a Stinky bed of denial
He was painfully delivered
Eyes soured
From scream of innocence -
His last he hoped - borne from the burning grip
Of ethnic partiality

Robbed off of his political birthright
He surged to the wee hours
Of a new dawn
But he opposed like a virtuous woman
Corruption from penetrating the sacred corridors
Of his virgin prospects

Then to a sweetened bond of unity
He called 'bakulu'
Surf to the beautiful shores
Of knowledge and power

Love is im sure the deadliest sin. It's just like a cancer that rots from within. But maybe my words are tainted with hate. If love is your muse, then your poems great..,
yours is the hand that lifts in order to aspire for so much more a timeless chore
I stand beneath the gloom & doom
Tough so trust in fate to clean your room
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Blended in a circle tried to cling
Sapphire to assume the door to open
cling a swing still got me im the potion
love is the mere essence of my inner existence

Your eyes
your vision
your shyness
okay coyness
one I may see
a face full of smiles
that gives me
an immense glee

then upon your eyebrows
plant a kiss before I flee
as you shower a basket full
of blush
as you crush for me

give me an extraordinary smile
that I can secretly hide
within the inner folds
of all I sincerely desire
caged in my heart's
special corner for ever

just lend me the love
that you upon millions shower