coffee stains

 hear hear, they have found a way to kill the sun

alongside the frenemy that pierced the heavens

betrayed our principles and assassinated our logistics

came and dined at our table and slept with our spouse

in a mighty rouse, silver tongue and decadent risks

to just get what I can take away

a piece of new anew renew close to my heart

clear the words stuck on my throat 'fraid it caught on

regurgitated desire a tall tale left trailing like a donkey's tail

stubborn and foolish drowns at the well on the fairytale

decapitaded on Monday, a cursed day for utter pointless reasons

those that leave home willingly and still resent the merry crushed berry

they don't even like jam and yet the music tune lingers

haunting ear drums out of their depth: never alone 

afraid of fear

waiting to come down 

mocking the ground

 

up here we are safe, closer to the cosy mercy of the sun

doesn't take a fancy of genial inclination to be spent

and trilled by the sights uphill what wonders

and mysteries are resolved by splendor and distractions

raised stakes and burned testaments playing devils advocate

 a species scopes potential: controlled mutation

 

heroes death are stories foretold granted all along

they are bodies to the crematory either way

poor, sane or grey skinned

battle fit or white flag carrier 

only those that bare scars truth be told

are left behind, broken and bent

beyond repair, war a loom

greed the feet hard stuck on the pedal

calibrated to eternity the cost all blood on earth

as just as long as it misses Me

by all means set fire to the passions of old

outside of the corners of my desires

is the dragged skid marks of what I am

tyre reused, belongings of my parents

shown or lack of, it does not matter now

personal duty fucks me up over what I should do

to become a better human since society dictates

I should be something that not a mixed race man. 

do you know how to deconstruct a nose? or a noose? what about a broken spell?

 repeating on ocasion

on a loop that casts a longer shadow

under the borrowed brow of a show and tell

under a spell which sings the child to sleep

had my phone turned off I guess

silent and defiant we engage comatose parades

from birth to the grave we serenate 

moody and a sort of fucked up colour faded strength

when we do get to meet

we regret it however brief

we tend to repeat

 past blinding grievences 

we do carry in grief

a mourning slumber upon the shoulders

that we missed the shot at throwing it past

what was said and done

neurodic, allegory, effing fine planitude can too exaust

fake love a sorrow paperthin

the paper castle woke up the dragon whose yawns are toxic and killed the princess

flesh bleeding wounds scratch on repeat

I meant less harm and more feverous grace

to leave a mark on detachment 

however tender and brief

this pounded meat branded issues

that somehow got out of hand

booted up what's given, quick, freely flowing

on tap, not worth a penny, stuck, in a loop, on repeat

 there's a fly buzz serenating in my bedroom

contemplating the infection of a circular disaster

the devil's contract a product of contraband 

a defected rectangular human skin marvel of the underground

nurtured by war, famine and disease soon to be followed by death

humanities darkest hour is upon those that forgotten how to pray

snowflakes have lingered as dawn departs upon a new year

I pray my resolve shan't falter and betray

the devotion of my past pretense, forgotten and abandoned 

to cast a longer shadow atop the hilt of a drawn greatsword

awaken breathing gates tremble as the dreaded name is forsaken

escaping lips best left in selfish regret: troubled cause

however much was lose beneath the crashing bay in this city

where adults are dreamers that have given up and grown up

always looking down, eyes so heavy that they borrow the ground

they stink of grounded sunflower dust crushed by heavy metals

telling stress weights down grave pale faces quietly telling 

whatever reasons they found to be stuck in a life that is bleeding out nevertheless

the candle is extinct, the traces foolish

no disease nor decay can cleanse a hopeless cause

to afraid to turn around and engage

thought process vanished

if life goes on do we comedown from meltdowns?

does it get more bearable to take a letdown

vanquished.