A Ceded Chance

 

He strides on earnest embers, designedly, decidedly. 

Charring, searing- his core, his soul. 

His hands still clutching that drilled decree, 

With a stenciled smile, but those eyes, they told.
 

Cut, stitched and scarred- cured yet healing, 

The wound is gone but the pain is still reeling. 

She marvels at the volume of his emotion- so pure, 

The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure.
 

She strides on earnest embers now, decidedly, designedly. 

Exploring, deploring- his core, his soul. 

Her hands still missing that deserved authority, 

With a ceded chance, she'll melt, she'll mold.

Will you now?

Purple mists amass an orange piano, sky high.
The blue stretch of bleak soil slowly sways.
Flocks of red snakes glide about - euphoric, vicious.
The grey sun sneaks out and shatters into sparks of cold dew.

Can you smell the bells? Can you hear the pain?
Will you feel the sunshine and will you fold the wind?
Will you? Can you? As my slumber concludes with salt on my lashes.
Or will you be immersed in reading and mostly smiling?

Gift From The Sea

Submerged in molten disarray I lay,

Clogged with wet grudges and dampened hope.

Awaiting a smile that'd put my sorrow at bay,

Helpless - I drowned - no hand, no rope.
 

And then he emerged, reeking tears and blood,

The fluid made him glisten - bright and warm.
 

He smiled and danced and hauled me out.

I thawed, I melted, I liquified, I evaporated.

Like a child, I splash in esctasy, I tout.

A storm, he came, he rained, it was fated.
 

Like the sun I shine, like the water he flow,

He's my gift from the sea, we touch and we glow.

Yet I Breathe...

Hollow heart, excavated soul,
Darned lungs still work and play their role.

Dead, burnt, buried and decayed.
No tempt to exist, the reasons promptly fade.

Ceased, ruined, drained, terminated.
Respire still, faltering and bated.

I weep and I sting and I choke and I seethe,
Yet I breathe...Yes, yet I breathe.

Wisps of Smoke

 

Hail a cab, light a cigarette,
A sigh, a wish, some vain regret.

Wisps of smoke circle around me,
They twist, they twirl, they mock at me.

A smoke-face curls up, looks me in the eye,
Amused, bemused, he scowls and I die.

Sarcastic silence shrieks out of a grueling gaze,
Berates and picks at the sins I cannot erase.

Dazed with denial and clouded with rage,
Gradually dissolve amidst wisps - my only aid, only sage.

Destination arrives, I stub the cigarette out,
The smoke vaporizes but the hush will forever shout.

 

Clouds

Navy skies crowd my escaping mind,
Did I finally get what I was trying to find?
Maybe a warning, maybe a farce,
These clouds you gave me, are leaving scars.

The words, the smiles, they twist and turn,
In the darkness of my nights they sorely churn.
Lucidness I seek, try to unknot the muck,
Only to realize, no way, no luck.

A smile's a cloud and a sigh is one too,
Everything you do, more clouds, more dew.
Swarms and herds and hordes, they stifle such pain,
I don't want them, don't need them, but oh how I'd love the rain.