The First Ink to Last

Under a cloud of mystery

Where signs of tomorrow

Seem to tango with the ghost of yesterday.

Breathing

A task for kings and queens.

I!

Being a mere servant

Sipping on imagination

To un-pair these parallel unending thoughts

Where dreams hang upon.

For once,

The pen was the story

Now a demon that hovers

As fear inks the tale

Imprinted on canvasbacks

Where battles of its memorability

Makes a buffoon out of my breath.

Dancing on public tapestry

Where notions,

Dress with knives

And to live:

Is a personal mercy plea

Shrouded in eyes with voices

Loud in their awakening.

Time Collide

 Coming in a full circle

The end has always been

Where it began

Having been created out of clay

Only to return to clay

Crawled to adulthood

Only to return to that phase.

History has always carried the sign

Hating to admit its truth

Stifled our growth 

As it always comes knocking

Yet, in an escapee fashion

Fleeing its presence

Hoping it will fade.

Hard knocking

The truth has always found itself tabled

Confronted by a tale better forgotten

It hammers out our soul

Reality holding vice to our lies

Til! We finally see

And binders are loosened.

Love Spike

 In my defense

I've lost count,

on how

love

Should dress, redress itself.

For I first fell in it

& never came back

When the rivers had dried up

But a piece of me remained.

So!

I tried again

& the same happened again

abandoning me in a complex vibe.

Unready of the outcome

The pit-hole of it

Continuously swallowed me

Alive it refuted

To abandon me.

You In a Few Promises

 Obsessing

Over little things

To gain bigger things

Got me twisted in this rude irony

Where happiness is the future

Built upon today's sadness.

You could simply say it to be fate

Fitted within the mindset

Of oneself denial

Yet accepting

The ghost pulpit thoughts

Narrowed between empty tongues clicks

Wrinkled sheets testimonies

& arrow-ed midnight shots

Straight into the wilderness shorts.

Where to gain

Is dark fishing

Ducking emotions

to shooting shots

Heart plunged in lust

Lasting seconds

Under flithy promises.

Words Bled

 

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Packing up all the words

My world have been a flick on a pen

Bled out at every tear drop

Another story becomes a reality

Though jokingly

The gateway between my physical  & spiritual realm

Have been the corridor in my mind

Prophecising tomorrow

Held on a dollar.

Yet on a dollar

Cheap thrills

Tear the fabric of my reality

Hearing the tongue wiggle

On it's own demolition course

Granted by the uncanning mind

Weary of its undressed thoughts

That it burns a village under a tear scroll

All in vain.

In Love With Our Mistakes

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 Sniffing love out of lust

Hands bound to the last call

Happiness hidden in hellos

Sounding like goodbyes.

We scatter the room

Into taking whiff emotions

Lost by the dollar.

For today's love

Is a price tag

Strung up on materials

Demolished at hatred disguised

As lust in love.

But love

Mudded

By madness

Scarred in our entanglement.

"Do you love me?"

A rope hangs!

Insta-Booth

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All, we cared about

Was painting a picture.

A picture perfect

Yet our imperfections

Always bubbled up to the top.

So! We took a scissor

Cropped up our stories.

But our stories 

Were bitter

about our lies.

So! They exhumed our emotions.

Laid bare our thoughts

That picture perfect

Stood a fallacy

At the alter of reality

And brought to life

Insecurities.

There a broken story

Became us.

A sad nation in fun

As we strolled in lines

That bind our lies

Fostering us

To un-candid pain.