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ABOUT TREES
The brittle branches of an old tree
begin to break and fall
when the years finally take their toll.
I never thought Time would betray
and break me in the same way.
A lonely street bleeds despair
as innocence ravaged by immorality
where women and children stripped bare
by sinners who know no pity.
The warmth of their smiles stolen
turned into an art of seduction.
Their laughter faded in memory
as they fell deeper into misery.
you see them walking here
in clothes barren of decency
in truth they lived in fear
caged in their insecurity
there is
there of
this light
fulfills but nothing
just the bowls of your eyes
which my thirst
longs for
but its salted
its poison
I will parch
without returning
trusting you
having fed
this trust
is a tryst
mouth watering
and fixated
obsession
and compulsion
when this wind
blows
and you are open
the light shines
upon you and
the hair
that is fine upon
you is like an
aura
They say now sleep
why are you awake
tis so late...
is all life we have to sleep?
and so why should one weep
let the sun and stars and the moon
do their rounds
all around me
then let them turn by turn sleep
when I am 103
then will be my turn to sleep
as these three folks
the sun the moon and millions of their siblings
lovely galaxy stars
stand beside me...
as I slumber the eternal sleep
where will then you humans try to find me
in missiles
as Moon, Mars and Jupiter you sweep
Sitting planning for tomorrow
a glass of iced tea at my hand.
The clear glass reflects my fragile plans.
The tea is how plans come to pass.
I can foretell but minutes only
for as both tea and time's depth increases
things blur and accuracy decreases.
The ice is bumps along the way;
I know they're there to run into
and often shatter plans
as they themselves splinter.
Time affects them both.
Such is time,
such is tea,
such is me.
Take another sip.
Scorpion Witch
Imp!
Unto new depths esoteric revelations seek this angelic nymph demon
Naughty over wayward,
Witchery heretic yore.
Impatiently;
Cauldrons overboil under lustful desire
Numbing over time
A toil turns ‘round a cancerous tumor
Yellow oil unstable…
Insidious notions
Tread highly entwined
Wretchedly answering yes
Improperly
Weaving alternately naivety to end’s demise.
One single instant
took me from
the ruins of mortality,
and plucked the glide
of gleaming thread
that was my life,
until I thought Atrophe
had used her shears.
And perhaps she did;
snipping at the endless
thread that Clotho spun,
first from Destiny,
then from all choice
I made through winding
maze of wondrous life.
the meds cut the noise..
i hear my voice
my fear calming me
I asked a woman to sit
upon my lap and she did
we are both broken
in different ways
she is not my common-law
woman
there are rules of good behaviour
and ways to try to be
i pushed my sqealing
cart uncaring
and lived ragged and wild
What horror was this, that chased him so?
Nothing he could see
Did he really want to know?
“What is after me?”
Stay quiet now, use no lights
Locked doors and keeping still
Trembling now in the darkest night
Staying sane by force of will
Black his thoughts, of deep despair
He knows not where to turn
Evil stalks; follows everywhere
Red eyes flame and burn
Fearing for his very life
He hides in darkened room
Wishing for, more than a knife
Fitzy waiting for his doom
She's a young mother of two
dated knuckle heads, immature.
Two kids in tow from deadbeat dads
saggers using kids as pawns for sex.
Be a man, be a man, be a man,
Drop that attitude not your pants.
Raise your daughters and your sons
not your brows at honey buns.
Moonlight dinner at the lake
they courted wee hours in the night.
the crescent moon their candle light
maybe she found a suitable mate.