Reaped Heart Purple

I singing my fall

Every time I enter

Watching the clock unwind

To catch my fear in reverse.

Though my tongue

Pledge allegiance to chaos

It spills the heart

At the feet of the one.

Raised in questions

Only flowers petals know to well

Or the tip of the grass

Find tasty when questioned.

Melting at every tongue

Utterance

I wish for the ground to swallow me whole

Yet relief of the chaos waged.

Curious of the answer intended

I pawn my soul

Ready to castle up

Waiting for the purple robe

To grace my side.

Folklore

At the pinnacle of it all

We used to grow on tales

Ushered around the dancing amber

Lost in the smokes of reality.

Grandpa oozing wisdom

While we chuckle

To every twist of unity

After a sweaty day

Fields testifying of a dawn-dusk.

Engrossed clouds appeasing

As a distant roar come alive

Captured in a heavenly picture

Another smile for another season

Awaiting on grey

To blossom wisdom

And for strand to develop shot's.

Here we are

At the birth of another century

Lost in our ways

As the amber dance have turned to glow

Silenced by distant chirping

Left in disarray arid savannah dreams.

Past the lines!

So!

How many times should we remain victims?

Lost between the lines of one true self

Or reman a societal puppet on a shoe string.

Should we call ourselves free?

Or ringing a bell of admission

As all our steps are a mission 

Unquantifiable with reality.

Soaked deep in denial

While playing victims cards

To our own undoing

Yearn to equate ourselves to another.

While clearly different to one another ...

The Bends of Night

 Photo by cottonbro studio

Brewed in the fusion of fairies and cupid strikes. He wrote his tale backward, scarred of a full moon. As the night he lost his tail was of such. Drunken in the ecstasy, whispered into a trance. Revenge-infused, she robbed his steps into the garden and sculpted him. 

She had a score to settle with him. It was his stare that made her lose her way. Although this wasn't a game or pick a pie and taste contest to her. Pulling skeletons out of the closet, she laid them bare. Dancing her delicate fingers over the spoils to pick one to crucify and marry to his woes.

Feeling special about being selected amongst the chaff, he stripped off his guard awaiting to consume her whole. Yet it was he who was to be swallowed with a hole within her. She took time teasing his soul into yearning some more for a deep dive to no way.

So she bought him a ticket there at the expense of freedom. And penned a note to heaven at midnight stroke, seeding him as a sacrifice of chance. Sent to pay for the past deeds of another, who took an axe and plunged a mark on her heart.

Weary Feet

We were born chasing the wind

Yet the tempo was always shy from perfect

Crowned in rags, feasting on morrow’s fantasy

Borrowed

Scaled to our sweat’s rhythm

We burnt our backs chasing

While time was always insufficient.

Barricaded to pleasure

We were the host of it all

Yet none played at our platters

Feeding a few in celebration

While the rest feast on blisters

As the tempo for life,

Tapped through holes.

Wholesome from afar

We were the jewel of the moment

Yet glittering to none

Deemed fools’ gold in our awakening

As our birth, had a tale to tell

But the tail of the past

Had a goal to score.

 

Shadows

              Photo by brenoanp

Before tonight

I take no vow of silence

Nor, do I pleasure in grief

Enticed by the forbidden offer

Seeking to persuade for just a bite

Into a heaven and earth regrets seal.

Looped in contention

Before disapproving skies

I scatter the will to stand

Plucking a beautiful rose

To warm my side in tears

Deflowering the innocence of birth

As calm breeze questions the act

Paint stained of guilt

Of tearing purity veil

Before tonight

Valentine's Blocks

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives

For these and other lies

I plead the fifth 

Robbed out of time

To author my peace

Held in pieces

Where you, stole my soul.

But in front of the crowd

I wear an independent apron

Cooking my tale

Hoping never to step on my tail

As I serve a perfect tell

Astonishing those who know.

Without cause for honor

Biting paint in secret

Dancing naked on the canvas

Bleeding art in agony

Stealing glances at you

Hoping to heal at every sighting

Yet! Sinking deeper and deeper.

Calling the clock a fool

I cloak my thoughts

Beseeching a perfect veil

Tear my lies upon

And whip my unspoken declarations

Fixated on your hand to jump a broom

Into forever.