Question Mark

A question marks your curiosity,

Hooks you into profound contemplation,

Sitting on (directing you to) a point,

A period, of time and place,

Distractions subtracted,

Put two and two together,

Tracked down, ready to give chase.

A Flowering

I happened upon a cemetery,

Ran past graves grave faced,

noticed who was remembered,

and who was forgotten in their place.

Fresh flowers marked some,

others had wilted,

or had none.

Stubborn ones grew their own.

Roses stemmed ‘round stones,

from bodies decomposed to bones.

Vibrant petals labeled a love of life.

Thorns recording that nothing

good came around, without strife.

Omnivore

Society tried to elevate, separate itself from the beasts,

Yet everywhere you look, you may still see people, kowtow,

Take example from cousins from distant branches, family tree,

We thought to have dearly departed, were excited to flee,

From dark vultures, raving ravens, crows spiralling and in tow,

Snakes slithering unseen, rats grovelling in tunnels underneath,

Hyenas, hogs reminding us of our corrupt cunning feats,

Pushed us, we dropped into past habits, started to scavenge, thieve,

Pure souls fell onto their own swords, remixed heart beats,

Seeing all this for the first time I couldn’t believe,

Slayed the wolf, lifted the wool, gasped at what I now perceived,

Omnis, Devorare

Such behaviour, came second nature to, an Omni(вор).

Falling

It smells like a forest floor, mix of mud and fallen leaves,

Leaves a rotten taste in your mouth for you to chew on, swallow,

Chills to the touch, trail freezes over if you try to follow,

Ancestors’ screams fill your ears, unsolved transgressions,

Sparks of your children’s dreams flutter,

Closed camera shutter, lights flicker out in their eyes,

This is what death feels like;

Like missing a step,    

falling,

into a surreal      s       e       p       a       ration.

All hope and happiness disappears,

A strange sensation takes their place,

Slithers down spine,

As if you won’t be able to,

Crack a smile,

Double over in laughter,

For the rest of your years.

My Muse Whispers

If I listen to my love, turn it into a life’s work,

To toil at it day and night, all the time,

Forgoing food, drink, bath, sex, other people,

Those beautiful distracting pleasures,

Lay down power over countless hours,

Am I therefore a workaholic?

Or am I addicted to love,

And what I love instead?

Crazy enough not to stumble into doing something,

That I would love to complain, hate, about,

Unable to wait, simply live off the weekend,

A warrior but my armour isn’t worn part time,

Even if it did entail untold financial fortunes,

To my obsessed mind it would feel like,

Petty compensation,

For the torture I would have to endure.

Rain

A clouded mind will always bring about rainfall,

Summoned by dancing on anxiously plowed fields,

Trying not to have your actions seen as obscene,

Only tragedy lies in sunk costs, committing to a lie,

Not being able to convince yourself of hard truths,

Desolate ground won’t be ready for the greens,

Waiting in anticipation, finally reached the third act,

But you have yet to revolt, to have created a scene,

Will you prosper as an actor in this play?

Shed off the skin that’s trapped you into habits,

Habitats exceeding physical prisons, mental models,

Or risk being pulled off stage, hidden, curtains close,

Message delayed, fields frozen over, plants relayed,

Will your reign be reined in or will your reign rain?

Ill

Was on the shore of an island when I felt the wind pick up,

Silent clouds made their exit calmly, alluding to a coming storm,

I could sense disease spiralling around my head,

A lone cackling crow signalling approach over body, kill, kill,

Flu possessed my soul, racked bones to a beach bed,

So toxic, those that approached couldn’t resist becoming ill,

Automatic manic transmission, the gears shifted quickly,

Sank into the sand with frightening speed, this tunnel,

Produced a silver lining before all light was finally extinguished,

Illness dropped me into a well of dreamless sleep, embalmed,

A relentless mind and insomnia was conquered, calmed,

Like sickle cells developed in time to cut down malaria,

My fever rose out of need to burn out deliria, hysteria.

History

Read her eyes,

For speech had,

A reputation to lie,

Emeralds hidden,

Under auburn covers,

Could not.

Read her body,

Piercings, scars,

Curves, tattoos,

Showed troubled,

Story - whole history.

Convinced her it didn’t

Come down to his story,

But hers, her(story).

Mean Ends

I was raised through oral stories, written morals,

Taught to see, hear, speak, do, no evil,

Young, yet I easily separated right from wrong,

Gods gifted an innate intuition, an old soul.

You may begin to understand my concerns,

Mind tortured as a boy, touched hard times,

Couldn’t escape seeing, hearing evil,

So how could I turn a blind eye, deaf development?

Forced ignorance would only seal my soul’s death,

Spit on the grace of Gods that breathed life into me,

Imagine a body alive but living a filthy existence,

Cowering, scraping scraps from underneath tables,

Rather feel my back against the wall, unleash voice,

Contort out of these handcuffs to let hands fly.

By any means necessary I will erase,

Even if I have to speak, do, evil,

Even if it brings down mean ends on,

Those that prey on the weak,

Power through coercion they seek,

Not knowing that the world,

Will be held in the hands of the meek.

If eradicating bullies, evil, is my end,

My courage may quiver, spirit bow out,

But my bow will quiver to unleash,

The means to reach final destination,

For only fools have time to debate,

Whether or not the ends justify the means.

Lust Lost Love

Splattered sharpened stick,

Smothered blood on it,

Let ravenous wolves lick,

Pleasure led to a death fit,

Addict’s overdose, final hit.

Miscommunication

Was once enraptured by an English teacher,

Hung onto every word with bated breath,

An eloquent ease set her apart from the rest,

Learned the spoken word, daughter of a preacher,

A mermaid’s tune that I would follow, wade into death,

My love for her was taken for miscommunication,

Became lost in translation with Miss Communication,

An irony not escaped, understanding misunderstood,

Found myself standing dumbfounded, foolhardiness,

Composed a child’s mind, confidence was missing,

Oh! How much would I sacrifice to again hear Miss sing?

Misspelled, misspoke, and took a fatal misstep,

I’m just a missioner, forgive me Miss, I’m still a sinner.

Convict

I was committed,

To committing,

Crime in youth,

A thief’s code,

Body language,

Understood,

With cons versed,

Ran off in converse,

Even conned the odd verse.

Born in Bond

Word is born his word is bond,

Language birthed a man’s demeanour - honour,

Soul entered this wild world all alone,

Laced up in a 3-piece birthday suit’s threads,

Near future to leave this world, a lone warrior,

Through space, Solo like Han, lending a hand,

Stunting on the scene with nothing but spirit,

‘Cause at the end of the day, life, all stripped,

Down, remained promises made, and paid,

Music that was left on record will be played,

Assessed whether talk, actions, replayed,

Finale conducted, final questions will be asked:

Was he a prophet bringing words to task?

Or profiting as a hypocrite, behind virtue masked?

Flow

Fell into a flow feeling alive,

Worries dispersed with work,

At night, soft lamp, lit artificially,

Stars divined the possibility,

Of producing art & fiscally,

Imagining it being supported.

Clues

10100010You start noticing some10100010100

things, far more, when they sing,100111001100

101001110hark sore, vibrate audible.100010100

1011100101010Once observed, the invisible111

101101110100010100101take on, they00001010

s u r r o u n d… indivisible,

10001010010101010abound in heaps, in bounds.

Veritas

What is the truth?

Do you hear it, recognize,

When it is spoken?

Yes, I do. Don’t you?

How? Can you tell me?

If you will not strain,

To hear the truth, veritas,

No one can tell you.

Daughter of Saturn,

Mother of Virtus,

Elusive young virgin,

Dressed in white,

Hidden in plain sight.

Temptation Tossed Thrice

Does temptation ever burn out or fade away?

Unless I tense, apply resistance, is it here to stay?

Immense weight pulls me in with the force of 10 g’s,

Merciless malevolent mafia extortion fees,

Frightening feeling that it’s crawling under skin,

No relent, always stalking, waiting to pounce on prey,

When concentration falters, mind no longer has a say,

It strikes behind a mask, unseemly cowardice, po-lice,

Yet I pray to have the strength to still go my way,

Reach a period where I’m not preoccupied with vice,

Socrates was right in saying there was peace in old age,

Chances to escape, unharmed, unscathed,

Slipping away ‘cause of all the games I’ve played,

For thrice I have already tossed these dice.

Task

A soldier escaped death when countless others hadn’t,

Guilty feeling crept, stemmed, a rose from brothers’ graves,

Did blind luck or third eye premonition waves,

Leave him on this Earth for paramount purpose?

An evil eye that backfired casted hardened spirit within,

Responsibility strapped to his back, army pack composed,

Of aspirations, plans to carry out personal missions,

Liberty, time only bound his hands now, a wristwatch,

Left him to his own devices,

Bigger worries clouded his mind, a thought;

What if he fell back, wasn’t able to catch up in time,

would his children witness his dreams before he died?

How could he possibly tell them to chase theirs,

if he hadn’t tried, ‘till dying breath, to hunt down his?

Grew up straight laced, never was good at lying,

Easier to stay honest, although out of many he got a rise,

He enjoyed the bitterness of truth instead of sweet lies,

Always had a peculiar taste, but I’m not surprised,

Given a soldier’s ration, a soldier’s task.

An Alphabet Tale

There exists an alphabet tale,

I’ll be your guide for this evening,

Take you through its a’s, bees, & c’s,

Gather ‘round the fire, listen to this gale,

Prick up ears, open eyes, mind believing,

Humble servant; only ask for attention, no fees.

A nomad man hailed from a faraway land,

Some said west, others whispered distant east,

Asking for a set of keys our town kept,

That could shape language, by turn of the hand,

Customs invited him to join the feast,

To keep our guest full, intentions intercept.

Over smoke, elders with stranger conferred,

Heard his mission out, but elders deferred,

These gatekeepers, didn’t trust his word,

Words that he would have the power to turn,

Calmly the travelling man with hair auburn,

Left, careful none with speech to burn.

Relieved that this danger was now at bay,

Little did they know that he was here to stay,

In the night, this gypsy was to steal,

The tool that would bring sentences to heel,

Stories I may now be able to recount, able to tell,

But sacrifice was needed, wood for fire to fell.

o a i o u

OH! Aye I owe you [new names],

p g j q y

Peter, George, Jordan, Quincy, Yaakov,

Debt and lies made my boys grow tails, alpha to omega,

Indicators of transgressions due, Father’s sins accrued.

Curved

I read,

That I was,

Left on Read.

Cause?

Unknown dread.

Time of death,

3:47 am head.