Friday, February 28, 2025

All Covet, All lose



Of all the words I had to paint

Ensnared with my heart pledge

She purged my happiness in a smirk

Devouring my sanity in a call of heaven

As she gave me a piece of her

In an elusion of a peace offering

Where she captured my soul.


Beckoned to surrender

She held my feet fixated in a render

Thrown into a dice of errands

Robbed of choice

She left my being in yearning

Pleading for a bite of haven

Yet tearing the walls of logic in insanity.


Curving reality into a ghost

Pants torn in broken promises

She rode high on me

& gave an appraisal to my brokenness

Skimming my mind to becoming a grime reapers friend

Yet wishing to rob an arrow & plunge it into her heart.


Tearing the canvas asunder

To reveal the inner truth bled by the fingertips

Feared by the words wishfully said in darkness

She robbed all of me

& left none of me to pick up the pieces

Which she shuttered with a half vow pledge to devour me.


Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Moonlit Symphony


Upon the vespers stands
We took turns
To measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.

Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
Burdening time.

Bodies, blowing feelings
While filing findings
Duped at brink of innocence
Sang in an evening symposium
Poised to be the life of falling.

Saturday, January 4, 2025

Beyond the Horizon


Birthing in a fresh delight scent
We chisel moments in doubt
Crowding thoughts with desire
Which we fear to be sent to reach
Yet in a dare to step on faith
We thaw clouded with questions.

Resentful!
We march on hope
Trumping what can be
With the limit of our sight.

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Beneath the Surface


In a game of words
Where resolutions
Sound like a game of cards
We met at crossroads
Eyeing the past with envy.

Trumped upon
We watched what we thought was the sunset
Dancing at the hyper of moon edge
Urged just to step at the brink of time
Yet unhinged to the reality of seconds.

Called upon
We feared morrow as sipped our morales
Pretence in embazzled to what was love
While crowning the moon to be the day
Yet drown to candle under the bed.