Tuesday, September 28, 2010


Cigarette butts.
Strewn across the ground.
of how much closer
you're moving to that state.
of burning out
and becoming ash.
First inside.Slowly corroding.
Then all too soon,
smoke billows
as they burn you.
Your corpse.

Tree stumps.
dotting the earth.
till the horizon.
Making the beauty
look sickly, ugly.
as you rape off
all her ornaments
to anoint your home.
Symbolic the sight is,
of what is happening
to you. your body.
As it creeps in.
your blood and skin,
defiled and polluted.
succumbing to disease.
despair and death.

Black serpents.
winding their way
through crumbling land.
poison made by you.
Blue,  Life-giving compassion,
provoked into
dark, outraged curses.
As negativity creeps into others,
these once rivers,
today pollute the ocean as well.
increasing their poisonous prevalence.
As you carry on
blissfully unaware.

They can sew. they can cook.
they can love and they can heal.
These very hands can
also hit and kill.
Don't challenge them.
You will start a war
which you are intended to lose.
Embrace them instead
and get enriched.
with diversity.
that difference adding
all the spice in life you need.

All analogies, good and bad
From nature.
She gives us all,
from life to language.
She will also take away all.
Heed her.
Don't test her tolerance.
Don't test those who love her.
They will give their lives for her
not before they take you
down a few pegs
give you a taste
of your own medicine.
You will not like it.

Now, You are warned.


He aPPeaRs. He diSaPPeaRs
hE sEEs. He IgNoReS
He sMiLeS. hE fRoWnS
He TaLkS. He is SiLeNt
he LOveS. he hATEs
He'S IntEREsted. he's bOrEd
hE's duLL. HE's ExCiTeD
he's straight. He's TwIsTEd
he is everything.


A corner in the dark
Away from the nocturnal hustle bustle
Groping for each other
He pulls her hip towards him
She inhales his fragrance
Searches for something
beyond the lust in his eyes
kissing and feeling
orifices galore.
Stars and moon as witness.

Something is set off.
More base than she
ever cared to imagine.

And they played out 
their carnal fantasies
and lost themselves
in the midnight blue,
Ah! what an orgasmic hue!

Under the stars
deaf to the wind
that whistles in their ears.
Lost time and space
as they lived out an eternity.
In a moment.
A fraction of a moment.
A blank one.
Nothing except,
the highest pleasure.

And as quickly as it began, 
it ended.
The pleasure, as well as,
the pain that accompanies it.
Lingering and tingling, all over.
Until the next time, 
their urges pull them 
to another dark corner. 
Somewhere. Somehow.