Already Yoked

 Her's already!
Jumping under hoops
To wake up crossed like dollar
Filtering the heart
Mashed with careless slays of lust.

She!
Being my drug
Induced to bedim
Crowding emotions
To indifference-ness.

For she loved me
when I'm gone
Cursed me
when present.

Thawed to believe in not
Love last hope
Evaporating
Only condensing as hatred.

Yet claiming to hold dear
Already clouding
A temper storm to endure
Flying pans floating the air
A leg on the door
Hoping to escape to save the master
Yoked by the heart.

Oh Brother Me!

 

Oh brother me!

How we cry when the rain is all our doing.

Seeing tomorrow as curse

Yet if only we open our eyes.

 

Chasing the goals of ghost

While reality yearns for our touch.

As dear today offers us a chance to exploit

But the selfish we fear to try.

 

Oh brother me!

I'm my own monster

But I see no harm in tomorrow being a waste,

Time it is!

But I'm scared to confront the demons within.

 

As louder in my head, they curse me

Mock me down to find comfort in fear

Fighting their tainted battle of lies

Yet solaced in sitting to succeed.

 

Oh brother me!

Open your eyes see

Wonders do live around

But only....

Oh brother me!

Only if you bother to open your eyes to see.

Dragged

 Fairytales do live in the mind

"So they say!"

But mine were

demons of unceasing demands

peels

to fill the bed

inferiority egos.

Strangled by thirst

deemed forbidden

yet hooked to that

"COKE"

Called the flesh.

As I enjoyed all

its flavors

snoozing the death

alarm ringing

while my soul slips

further apart from me.

As nights covers

remains with all shades

Secretly a gentleman

Stained with

filthy-mess, that have filled my heart

Resulting in love,

ceasing to exist

Only to find its

reincarnation in Lust.

Wabbit Fairytales

As the forest mantra was chanted

The wind blew off the capes to reveal

She was home

But home

A far cry of a fairytale

Wabbit from all the tortured nights.

She yearned for normalcy

But that wasn't to happen

As at the end of it all

Stolen was her pride.

Recollected at every dusk

Seeing the monster in her garden

Living the day on the same pulse

As demons remind her of the scars

Never good enough!

As the pain she had to embrace.

Uncomfortable in crowds

Seeking to find an out

to her grieving state

She was in no man’s land

No one to listen to the plight

that hammered her heart

As the night the monster pounced

its pleasure in her blood

was looped to her brain.

Thoughts Crickets

 Here we go again!

Waking up to crickets sounding

Hoping dawn not leave at dusk

Wrestling the mirrors draining my joy

As rowdy obstreperous thoughts

Griefs my flesh to remember

To remember the day scars became permanent

Desiring to forget

But here again.

Sounding reclusive doctrine

Just to survive another day

Watching the mirror show

The me,

I no longer know

Head bent to eclipse the scenes

Rolling through it

But lacking the main actor

As thoughts race to a bed of roses

Not the red that, depict life

But black

Here again.

Here again!

Visited by the monsters

Denouncing sleep

As rage builds to cover guilty yearnings

Their heads on a rusty platter

No! Not to see blood

But to hear them scream

The way they made me be

Just for a second to rewire my brains

So I can find peace and finally live.

It's You, The Fault

 

A multifarious affair

the bed denounce the ancestors cause

Absolutely saluted by the futures vows

though you remember his hand

Many have passed through now

as they see their highway grow.

 

Under the mask is a veil of pain

Love is only said to please him

But when we were young

life was the torture he inflicted

Don't call me crazy

as I heard it’s better to keep your enemies closer.

 

But something happened

along the way he became oxygen

Revenge became the cementing bond

now I see love

Though on the wayside

weight to measure up.

 

So when you see breakdown

Remember he did it first

a ghost my past refute to let go

As it only the lingering shoots

memories closed in capsule of scars

Ready to burst out

You murdered me.

Glass To Life

 In another time...
Life was easy
As ecstasy of your presences made it be.

But finite was the heart
As it have been hurt before
Guided by the past
And the vow to survive
It wasn't to fall in the same snare.

As it was either it breaks
Or it does the breaking
While it recalls of yesteryear
Revenge on innocence as healing.

But blooded
As innocence transform to monstrosity
Un-humanly charged
For tomorrow regrets fills the glass to life.