Unfolding Flower

unfolding flower
with what hope
will you be born with?
with what dreams
will you be enthralled with?
with what desires
will you be allured with?
with what sorrows
will you be shrouded with?
where will you face
to seek the sunlight?
where will you turn
to weep with the rain?
where will your seedlings
fly?
where will your petals
fall?

2012

Pain

When you’re in pain

It’s hard not to think of an end

It’s hard not to think of an off

But to do so is human

Yet seeing it through is not a really a fair choice

So much fear, so much doubt, so much so to think of just getting an out..

If it were… though… how many of us would stay the course?

How many of us stay to see a little more with a little less each time?

A fatal brush

The ants continue to swarm
colluding, confiding
in whatever it is that’s rotting.

Something still awaits to
announce itself
its stench is lost to me.

Do they know of their doom?

of the broom that looms?

their scattered demise in one fall swoop?

A fatal brush,
A bristled death.
I look away
let them crawl away
let their beady bodies
cluster in writhing clues.

Petits XVIII

What if we do not sleep after all at the end? What if we stay aware in a conscious void? This keeps me up at night.

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The writing stopped

Because it revealed

The truth too plainly

But fate has reminded me today

I knew what i wrote

I knew and i chose to forget.

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I envy your enthusiasm

A matter of time

You say

I nod

Believing

Maybe for all others.

a plea

a plea for pity

a soothing reprieve

a willingly wept prayer

a wretch’s last unsubtle cry for mercy

hopeless words half said, half breathed

a beckoning death knell

could not sound sweeter

and yet fate would not allow such ease

a desperate wail

scraped from within

feeble efforts to meekly appease

the undeniable truth of unease

he is for hero-ed

his skin is his fatigue

no need for woven camouflage

the jungles as quaint and known

as a well worn living room

its secret ways deftly etched upon his unsleeping eyes

leader, rebel, ordained ruler

hero, deity, thief

rescuer, reaper, ruthless

wounded yet does not bleed

so many lay shielding him

of their own or owned will

unblinkingly i stare

awaiting

something urging me to keep looking 

there…. 

stealthily skulking off between the overgrown rushes…the unyielding reeds

so say the flickering shadows at the corner of my eyes

but

somehow unfitting

he lies too-still

all grossly revealing

that he is mortal in death.

 

Unfolding Flower

unfolding flower
with what hope
will you be born with?
with what dreams
will you be enthralled with?
with what desires
will you be allured with?
with what sorrows
will you be shrouded with?
where will you face
to seek the sunlight?
where will you turn
to weep with the rain?
where will your seedlings
fly?
where will your petals
fall?

2012

dead and dying

young and old

dead and dying

when did we believe we were invincible?

when did we grasp immortality?

when was it ever judged fair to lose a life

where are the ones that never returned?

why do memories fuzz and fade?

why do we forget what will always remain true?

young and old

newly born and aged beyond

dead and dying

dying and dead

and yet

there are

the ones who are dying to be dead