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Cruising the contours of my bodice
like a fleet in search of roaring oceans

Into the richer plumes
of the peacocks feather
diamond and bleeding blue
break open and flow
the crimson
from its sinew

Hush my baby
Don’t you cry

You can feed on my dead remnants
or broken dreams
that I decorate with my flaming insanity

The pearls of white
sink into the deep cut
smeared by red juices
that your pink lip bled
lead , of course
by a pest of locusts
that my mind hurled at you
in dried tears
that pricked the throat

And a bout of cough
like rapid diseased mice
would bring it all down
similar as to when
Nero played his fiddle
as inflamed his city lay.

As those honey suckled
bees broke away
into your meat
much coveted
a threat before
you became bait

And the sun melted
into frost bitten
tentacles from my crown
of beating hunted hearts
that were shot
speared and minced

But it was my love
that so much
for you bled

Empty bottles
whistle melody
and I gather
my all
to give to you

A quarter conscience
severely beaten
and useless
But it will still be yours
only to you belong.

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

To you.

<3

The OutBurst Of Black

The pigeon shed
Unwanted wings and flew away
To the horizon
Painted pure white
That glinted the suns rays
Into a oily grease
That satin seemed less smooth

As the sea washed the horizon
The deeper blues and suns crimson hues
Turning an all pitch black
She arose
Dripping water smothering her skin
As she nodded
And drops of water slid the spiraling curls
And drenched her wet shoulders
And adorned the feminity of her being
As it coursed her cleavage and slipped
Into her voluptuousness

The black pitched
With her daze
Of divine insanity
Skinned in plumes of red feathers
She walked on high heels
And tip toed mother earth

And all of the ones
She tread on
Were aroused at the touch of her
And endowed they became
With magic
Not the one we don’t know
And feel
But her magic
She rubbed against em

And now out of mist and dew
Burst purple crystals
And circled the andromeda
As it gathered radiance
Borrowed from turquoise emeralds

And her wings unfolded
As she withdrew from her façade
And there she met black

And embedded in the black
Again, now
Purple shone through the light
Glistening crystals of candy floss
Gleamed pink rays onto her face
And she sang the lovers song
And wiped tears on his hate
Like a sand stone carving faith

Down below
As the flames danced
To the tune of her clinking pearls
She tore the necklace
And rolled there beside her
All of them undone
The clasp
Scarred the sole of her foot
And she sang
This time the continuity of the others end

<3

To Me.

Hide and Seek

Cruising through sentences
punctuating life.
The sun flippantly waves
through the canopy of leaves
like the rapid succession
of turning pages.

Dollops of clouds
scooped in upturned conifers
topped by nests of
humming birds that flitter
through
in a dizzy haze of random alphabets.

Gurgling sounds beneath
those south seas of hate
arose bubbles that danced
alongside her ear
and frittered in circles
meeting the dark engulfing locks
that tantalized men in their sleep.

The cuckoo roared a different tune
and the lion purred
as she walked dry leaves
and step by step
his kisses haunting her.

She jumped into the endless
off the cliff
into inviting deeper emerald seas
As the ruby on her neck matched the blood splattered
before she could touch the ground
for ravens and birds of prey
pecked her as she fell
as she gave away.

Star Gazing

7June
Dedicated to you daddy, on the eve of your mothers 43rd death anniversary.
I think most times if not less, loneliness that was then seems comforting now.



Rearranging stars to outline ,
your sheen
the lil boy grew.

Still young he gazes
year after year
at those twinkling
remnants of you.

Trying to rid the cobwebs
clouding in his head.

Plucking em' memories
long gone,
buried somewhere down,
in suppressed giggles
he hides himself in the
umbra of the silhouettes of
bound shadows;
that are with the
breeze of time.

He tries counting edges
in circles
as he scrapes
faint memories of you,
from his eyes.

The lil boy tries hard,
even now,
being much adverse to lil
to kill the hot tears
in his throat and to
be a man.

But how can he help it?
if, you wander
out of others sight
and wrap him up
in the scent of betel nuts
and the aroma of your washed hair.

Leaving him to break into
tremors of holy sweat
as you sing to him,
divine melody
of your heavenly abode

Much comforted in his lonesomeness
afraid that you'd go away
if he finds someone else.

He clings onto nothingness
craving for brevity.

He would lie in your ash
if the cruel wind didn't
love it more.

So, he still gazes
at the two million year old stars,
looking for a closed chapter
of his life.

Obfuscate.

Indifference.

Shut your eyes.
Open them.

See you too many times?
Blink, and shake head.
Ah.

I'm not different.
I'm not love.
I'm not pain.
I'm a lil bondaged polar bear with a really cute tail.And I will be gone.
Maybe, I have.