she stands there wearing strange socks
speedy recovery from a frivolous illness
looking at the surroundings
I almost have an apocalyptic vision
the inklings of that echoes in my literary works
gnarled roots do not go with healthy poppies
such a weird thought,
a passing fancy of desiring thorns.
with an audible sigh,
I dread her entry into the teens
thirteen going on thirty
I go blue in the face thinking.
"she standing in the midst of chaos-
such an apt epilogue for the goings in my mind"
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
a shadow of childhood is glimpsed
I can't play a martyr-
not to you, a complete stranger now
why are you preaching like a seer?
I am alone maybe, not lonely-
why wonder what secret makes me go-
why are you astounded by my laughter?
remember, it is the steel in me
that you never could see.
"I will not be a prisoner of the past
while the future shines like a diamond"
Sunday, October 12, 2014
such a tease in that mirror
just that the flesh has a mind of its own
it only listens to lust
such a torture for both our brains
but I am not going to chicken out
my mind trains itself discipline
it is not uniform thought
i am no machine
"let me rub lotion on me
a mundane task in the river of emotions"