waiting to handover
a pertinent state of gladness
content and general lament,
as if shifting sands fall just as free
as what grief parallel bittersweet divides neither zero
nor me for I am no longer youth meant to retaliate and resist
nor yet old enough to regret and decay, poison to the dance floor.
to regress into a shell of name, shame and tell
is not a beautiful lie nor prison I shall walk into,
willingly or freely
a shared cigarette lingers on my clothes
clinging dearly at the back of my throat
what makes the heart swell and beat
does it hurt better, do you want to hurt me better?
a smoking gun is a signal that a case is soon to be
closed just as the body has gone numb, blue and cold.
to mediate is a mistake, making it out
break away and keep it
now, a name
a burning sensation as a ghastly embrace
moves through and past,
in the walls you raised, turned upside down
I wish, I miss the joy of turning back to match
a gaze, a sensation, none hard(ship)
always belong(ing) in the waves
of every (single) goodbye.
where I'm from, not by choice (mind!)
April's fool coincides with the workers' rights day,
for even the jester carves at granite, carves his craft and
ditches the lifeline: to exhale (deeply)
Banking in the length
Capsized from corner to corner
From spite to throwbacks
Keeping afloat, hoping to say
Just enough.
A lovely dream, perceived
Underground, in a bunker
Having walked through the doors (not a barricade)
Thoughts, mere whispers, just to lament what came to be
Heads baked in sand, caked in mud, played for a fool
It goes to sleep angry, stays terrified of a pole
Spilled guts, confirmed to keep in touch
Dial, break, embrace, taste
In this charade the tyranny stains satisfaction
Granite shatters in vain once age calls it quits
I just hope it is not I dangling atop of a wall
Awaiting to be swallow whole, deeply dissatisfied...
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Sister got off the programme#
Short of a revolution that ran its course
Let us face the reveal of what was
Unseen, in existential abandon
To refuse the system and what’s in between
Rule of tremor, if it can be loved (and filled)
Then he can be emptied (pour one for her)
A dagger misses the vitals and holds them
In place, so-so oh so carefully charming you to sleep
Invoking futile resistance for it burns inside-out yeah
Taste of copper and desire invade the senses and mark
My words it triggers dreams locked away, for we all got them
Just as right as the convocation to nurture and circle You
As your whole world implodes, we stand, then sit finally clap and leave
I cannot wait to tell you:” I told you so.” For it burns and hurts,
And good things are meant to be shared.
