What Was Yet Is

Shards of Thai-stick dream persuade
combat fear to swiftly fade
yet take their toll on flesh and soul
before receding into shade

pounding rains coerce delusion
nudging optical illusion
fractal fingers, sterile stingers
make the mind seek dark seclusion

As infinitesimal leaves of my soul
cling to the page
as the blood of mine enemies
become magenta ink

I slowly unravel tragedies arms
farther than this soul piece
and far deeper than a mind
aggrandized by a liar

I've unmasked the bastard living
by my lifeblood and choking as
each word, moves toward death
and karmas final task

marvelous just marvy

Neopoets I shall join,
from an outstanding players
point of view
shall enter and see
what loved can do

I walk an isolated path yes
but success I can never beget
as Loved lives in this skin
misunderstood mostly

But I shall now begin
and
participate through thick and thin
just let me join in

Here I send my inner voice
to speak aloud
and hope you will not shout
again
my way

Back-Tracking

Conspicuous yearning for things of the past
mourning the loss of your dreams
wishing you’d done any number of things
not ever allowed, so it seems

recalling a ride in a forty-eight Dodge
that ended in blood laced with pain
hearing a humming noise deep in your head
and fearing the worst for your brain

SPELL

I am looking for a place to rest my mind
a place where there is no Time
I want to hear the words I heard before
the noise of life and living
but no one knocks at my door
anymore
I languish to break this spell
and find my way out of the hell.
I am in.
I know the words to say
but no one hears me pray.

Senyru/Tanka:

A heron hunting
my binoculars ready
waiting and watching
bulrushes sway in the breeze
as the spectacle unfolds.

Birds chirping away
swinging atop a poplar
a beholding sight
their joyous mood at mating
pumps up the adrenaline.

I see sky dancers
moving with elegant grace
and think of beauty
freedom is the will to fly,
ascending to the heavens.

Haiku/Tanka:

A heron stands still
yellow eyes fixed on its prey
an eel unaware
bulrushes sway in the breeze
as the spectacle unfolds.

Chirps getting louder
with one atop the other
both perched on a twig
flutter of colorful wings
in joyous mood of mating.

A squawk wild flapping
feathered fans beat the spring air
time to breed they sing
I watch the v formation
gathering to journey on.

everywhere
inside out
being eaten alive by
the fucking noises
rapidly repeatedly
and stabbing
and screaming
looking on the outside
cut me open
and pour out the plasma
so i can breathe
crack me open to
free out my thinking
the home in my head
has turned bleak and sour
the lights blinding
the wallpaper dull
the air heavy
the room empty
come uninvited
and pour yourself in
give me the ticket
to anywhere out
of this brain
trying to wait

downy clear
a wind spoke
the agression
in the eyes
in the chrome glint car

the dream

her hair white as salt
fuck the car
the clouds are rolling it out
above
rain or shine
cant make up their mind
and i turn another corner
flick my butt down the drain
the anger sizzling behind my
shades
my fresh hair
torn clothes
like a broken nail
drawing blood

Time Yeah...
I too have not worn a watch
since the late nineties...

my cell is packed up

my sleeping timings vary...

so I rely only on my laps- top,
it sounds! Me

As I am jobless,
I need not bother about time
unless,
I have to catch a flight
but
many are ready to ensure
I don't miss it, right,

No not for me
but for their own peace,
good riddance
to bad rubbish eh!