Dear Friends!

Photo by Anni Roenkae 

I've been painting these words pictures for long.

Holding vigil candles for you to see,

But my words you have called war.

Blinded to see what every line holds.

Fingers bleeding out emotions 

Only to dry on paper as art 

Lost in thoughts of what could be.

So! To plead my cause,

I choose to silently imprint my heart with shuttered glasses.

Smoked to veil my pain.

Rolling every motion in a blunt 

Unguarding their dash to print 

As they stand to break norms.

Vilifying my abstract mind 

That seems to see far more than what's allowed.

Yours 

Unyielding friend.

Crazynotions©

Made To Be

There is a war of wolves 

Outside my villa 

Calling me a villain 

For chewing hearts of many 

Yet, at the beginning of it all 

My soul was their supper 

In innocence,

They took turns eating me alive.

Now they complain about my hunger 

Busy playing the lone hunter 

At night when the jungle is greener 

Attesting to their handwork 

That made me be.

Stinging every prey insight 

Strung at lampstands 

As the pleasure slaughter 

Continues...