Melody and Moan
Crystal diamonds rolled down her rosy cheeks
So roses kneeled their heads and withered
Glasses shattered and her heart was moaning in a moan
Her grief gathered the clouds from above and within
An orchestra began to sing, the thunderstorm
sent to her ears a nocturne echo
Her mind cried and whispered pianissimo to her heart
"O, what a fool I am to fall in love like that!"
She sang the soft sad melody to the moon's rictus
"O, what kind of remedy cures love?"
She weeped her galaxies out
And the skies' stars radiated outraged phosphorescence
The trees were poltergeists by then
They moved and noised the grotesque city
And the craters were boiling just like her heart's anger
She shifted the world's creations with one rain drop
A myth to the mundanes' minds they say
Yet, those clouds never tiptoed away
Tear Talk Tango
Moist flow from my pen
transcends into tears,
lazy streams floating
through sun-lit ice.
Let your skin blush,
fling out
stinging tears,
slip into warm dew,
swim in purity of
salted tears.
Sprinkled dew drops
engraved across
your heart
a cozy damp pocket
blood from my core.
Taste my tears,
soft fingers
to your lips,
trace the scent
of love strolling
through night.
Wrap yourself
in lingering mist,
laughter dipping
in lingering tears.
Weeping rolls deeply,
sky tears of fog
sunset shadows
cleanse soul,
naked and free.
Inside
Tears bathe the walls
in tremulous sobbing,
tasting rooted seeds
of hovering tension.
Soul leashed
to dark floorboards,
wilting in gloom,
permeating room.
Water stained ceilings,
pungent debris,
clipped wings,
and layered skin.
Room full of silence
and eroding bones.
I’m locked up
inside of a man.
I beg to be free
I want to be me.
Disgraceful I Am
Disgraceful might I be
Thy whispers die with a passing wind
Beautiful facade is covered with dust
Disgraceful might I be
Thy smile invades my privileges
My life, my work, my ambitions
Hold still by the villian thou ought to be
Disgraceful might I be
An asinine I am, indeed
For letting the mournful like thou to be
A pleasant sight to see
Disgraceful might I be
I pray in the midst of my rancor
Oh the Mighty!
The Creator of infinities!
May the inhumane human
March into the mouth of hell alone