impure

Memory

2008-06-26T11:06:00.000-07:00

he flickers in my consciousness
dim yet undying
he is the invisible enemy
that invaded my country
like the dust in my home
he surrounds me
his essence sprinkled
over fading memories

he flickers in my consciousness
dim yet undying
he resides within me
pulsing through these veins
he consumes me
a pound of flesh, each day

he flickers in my consciousness
dim yet undying
crazed
i walk these pavements
in pursuit of his face

Nothing

2008-06-26T10:49:00.000-07:00

Nothing seems to make sense anymore.
The townspeople are screaming in an arcane dialect,
eyes blazing and faces contorted.
Noise, it fills the streets and hallways.
Stop, pray wont you stop.
I ask not much, just silence.
Sweet, sweet silence.
Silence, the sound of inaction.

Nothing seems to make sense anymore
The shapes are indistinguishable
The parallel lines must intersect somewhere?
Perhaps they come together at the horizon
Its one continuous blur
Nothing makes sense anymore...

Away

2007-07-22T12:13:00.000-07:00

I could never bear to be away,
from the waves of your hair,
your big proud forehead.
And I shall kiss,
every line, every crease,
for each hour I missed.

I know you were scared,
alone, by yourself.
Forgive me,
I apologize, for having strayed,
for having gone away.

Shhh child, don’t you cry,
you are the only love of my life.
I will make up,
for the time we have lost,
for each hour I was away,
I shall kiss your mouth.

Round

2007-07-22T12:10:00.000-07:00

(Haiku)

Round Round, merry-go-round
little boys, they come around
Hey Mister! With a funny frown
How would the world be, if it weren't round?!

Save the world another day

2007-05-29T13:58:00.000-07:00

Honey,
you must be away
saving the world,
tucked in your four poster bed

Are you smiling in your sleep?
oblivious of my suffering
as I lay writhing in pain
your scent in my hair,
its more than I can take
through my lungs
you have reached my veins

Alone,
I gather the pieces of my weakened will
I need to taste your lips,
your tongue, your kiss

Honey,
come quick
the flood is rising
save the world another day...

Glass

2007-05-11T09:15:00.000-07:00

Through slender fingers
the glass slides
glides into space

a little boy escapes his mother’s embrace

It is violent,
how glass breaks.
last night I broke a glass
beautiful child of sand and lime
clear as crystal
shimmering under bright lights
holding carefully, the liquid of my dream

I watched it fall
to the marble floor
there was a loud sound
a dying man’s shrill cry
the kind that resonates in your ear
long past silence

What a cruel sight
its body twisted
mutilated and unworthy of use
my dream poured out of cuts
sweeping the floor
into the street
and finally down the ageing drain

It is violent
how glass breaks.
and takes with it
everything it holds
my dream died last night

If

2007-04-25T00:32:00.000-07:00

(Dedicated to the master-P and G, inspiration for the following lines)

If you say you love me,
I confess my love to you
deeper it runs than the bluest oceans
fiercer it is than the wildest beasts
should you choose to kiss my lips,
I will kiss yours too.
pour my treasures into your crimson cup,
if ever you desire so

But if you say you can’t tell,
the body from the soul
its just how the breeze flows,
I will flow too,
with the rhythm of the wind
things will be just how they used to be
carefree passion under the lemon tree

If you ever wish for home
after a long day’s chores
I will cook for you your favourite meal
later as the night progresses
I will undress and unfold for you

But on such a summer night,
if you change your mind,
I’ll unlock the doors
darling you will be free to go
nobody needs another,
I hope you know.

He

2007-04-12T02:19:00.000-07:00

Insidious master of treachery, that magician.
Casts a million spells of debauchery.
I plunge into depths of dark despair
soar into realms of ecstasy.

He is my home of concrete walls
and a thousand windows with curtains drawn.
He is my cache of sultry nights,
Sea-side breeze and faraway dreams.
Trapped within his labyrinthine ways,
I count the hours to my escape.

Insidious speaker of falsities
Casts a million spells of promiscuity.
I fall upon and fall inside,
the ground that lays beneath his feet.

Alice

2007-04-12T02:15:00.000-07:00

Oh Alice,
My lonesome child
Of a soapy bubble on a parallel stripe

Alice,
My gypsy child
Floats 'tween stations on moonless nights
She's the tired ghostof a burial site

Little Alice,
The flaky child
Of shifty glances
lowered eyes
And violent love on summer nights

Alice, Alice,
That wicked child
With claws in my heart she casually smiles
Like a dying mortal I plead for life
Looks away
heaves a sigh
Of her love she chooses to deny.

Winter

2007-04-12T02:13:00.000-07:00

Winter of purple desires. It was then. You were entangled and enmeshed in the curls of my raven head. The December air was fragrant with musk of famished bodies. Slowly, in a pot of brewing lust, we liquefied. Contours diffused as you took possession of my mouth. Together, we levitated, soared and collapsed.

The taste of you lingers in my mouth, many winters since.

Musings

2007-04-12T02:12:00.000-07:00

Images—disjointed, cloud-like, float inside my head. Prismatic hues dominate these eyelids. To the tune of throbbing temples, the colors dance. Can water and a white pellet drown the sensation of pain? I continue to ponder while I disintegrate...

Ailing Child

2007-04-12T02:09:00.000-07:00

How we crave the bitter-sweet taste of pain.
we dig our graves and lie in vain.
come hither scathed child,
what is it that you hide?
I command thee,
speak your mind!

My, my, how you ail!
ah, the deliciousness of pain.
light a fire and let it linger,
let the flame kiss your finger.

You choose abnegation,
and scream starvation
who then is to blame?
don’t we all crave the sweetness of pain?

Inside a raindrop

2007-04-12T02:07:00.000-07:00

I was born on a graying cloud
Abiding memory of life inside a raindrop
Descended the atmosphere with slow deliberation
Racing to death's door,
lusting for annihilation

Caught in your palm,
I was your tear.
Through life's dusty lanes,
beside your window pane
I heard the ghost,
she whispered your fears.

Momentary proximity
Mine is a forsaken identity
I have fallen...
from the pinks of your fingertips to the grays of the floor.

Suicide Note

2007-04-12T02:04:00.000-07:00

By the time you begin reading the next few lines,I would already be dead. Yes, I know the names you will call me, the things you would say. But I am not craven.

I am brave. For I placed the blade on my skin, and with a deliberate movement, drove it through my wrist. There was blood, a little, then some more, making a crimson pattern on the floor. Mersmerized, I watched. My heart throbbed in my head. I listened closely to the sounds of my life. Any sign of death? I continued to wait...At last, he came.

I am brave. For I bid farewell to my body, my home of many years. Not one tear did I shed, as I watched a lump of flesh curled on the floor, devoid of a soul.

I am brave. For I chose...

Photograph

2007-04-12T02:02:00.000-07:00

All I have is a photograph
Black and white
Of you and I
Do you remember the night?
We drank ‘neath the moonless sky
Lovers, strangers or friends?
In the warmth of your embrace, I could hardly tell…

Monotone

2007-04-12T01:55:00.000-07:00

Endless hours of dreaming
Dreamless hours of sleeping
Wake up to reality and a pair of aching limbs
You fear the day ahead as you recover from the one left behind.

(Voice in your head: Wake up!! It’s too late…you’ll finish last in this race)

Vigorous motion
(Mind and body making space through the commotion)
You begin to move
Numbness (noun, the lack of any sensation)
Robotic locomotion

Cigarettes and sweat

2007-04-12T01:54:00.001-07:00

Spellbound and speechless
In this moment of nearness
Cigarettes and sweat,
The scent of you is perfect

Quivering candlelight, shadows they rise
Knots and crosses, limbs intertwined
Watch the storm as it builds outside,
In this room desires burn bright

Tie you up and wrap you around
Feed on your fears as I taste your mouth
Round and round, go around
From the cieling to the ground

Time to take the final test
Navigate the landscape of my flesh
You’ve caused a riot, so much unrest
But your scent, its perfect, of cigarettes and of sweat.

Red

2007-04-12T01:41:00.000-07:00

02/10/2006

prick of the needle
spurt of blood
crimson rain
over the landscape of a bed
reason is lost
washed away in the flood

Struggle

2007-04-12T01:37:00.000-07:00

09/03/2005

chronicles of madness
have you heard them?
they call me insane
reminiscence of a stinging pain
I struggle inside this glass cage
but then, its all in vain, its all in vain...

She

2007-04-12T01:34:00.000-07:00

02/19/2006

Talks to shadows on the wall
Imaginary friends
And voodoo dolls

Social Outcaste
Damned and diseased
Nobody wants her
Yes, she tries to please

She cries as it rains
And smiles in times of pain
She cuts your skin
And tastes your tears
There’s nowhere left to hide
She knows your fears

Her soul is yours to claim
But her body is for sale
Could you possibly love her
When she’s so easy to hate?

Creature of the swamp

2007-04-12T01:28:00.000-07:00

08/03/2005

She is something like a clinging vine. Won’t let you get out of the swamp. She has you by your feet. She pulls. Pulls you till water fills your lungs, till you can breathe no more. She pulls, till you drown. You accept your inconsiderable existence as decayed matter of the swamp bed.

But I shan’t resign before my fate. I will fight, I will resist. If I don’t, never will I see the sun again. I’ll putrefy at the bottom of this moor, listless to even sense the reeking flesh around me.

Oh God! That stench. It is stifling in here. But you don’t know. You think my home is a sunny field of golden corn.