He Died

death becomes each one of us;
internally we combust at some point,
internal organs still,
veins no longer produce blood
and tears flow,
endlessly.

To Explain The Inexplicable Is Simply Not Done

It seems the ways of love
are amongst the most confusing,
multiple partnerships to find just one?

Almost implausible, impossible,
what can possibly be the point you ask?

Hearts will be torn apart either way,
minds shall fly with the wind,
how is this even worth the worry?

Splurges of sexuality,
is that just the kicker?

Oh, but no,
if only to truly know.

Wonderments of illusionary metaphors
may cloud the mind
trying to express the inexpressible.

A part of nature is love, you see,
it cannot be tolerated nor withheld.

Exotic as the Kapok tree it grows
toward the heavens, not quite knowing when to stop,
intertwining new organisms along the way.

Sometimes, weather strains growth
choking the once thriving life.

However for one reason or another,
the tree will always survive,
as a part of the ecosystem or a shriveled memory.

Love is just the same.

Under the Planks at Mr. and Mrs.'s

Mr. and Mrs. just bought their first house.

A beautiful suburban sight
complete with rose bushes
one oak tree,
and wood floors.

Weeks after the grand move-in
Mrs. smelt an unusual scent-
that of a rotting animal.

"Mr.! I smell a rat!"

"Where from darling, I smell nothing."
The Mr. replied.

"It's coming from the dining room,
On the far left of the house,
I smelt it while cleaning baseboards yesterday dear."

Mr. went out to explore.

Indeed, on the far left side of their new home
An ungodly scent rose from the foundation,
"I'll call the exterminator dear!"

"Ring, riiingg-a ding-ding!"
the phone on the other line rattled.

"Hello, what can I do you for?"
Answered a grizzly-sounding man.

Mr. calmly recanted;
"It seems something is decaying under
my new home, may you come have a look?"

The exterminator arrived promtly,
went to where Mr. pointed,
removed the planks which cover
the raised foundation.

----

Underneath the dusty planks
withers a being, crusty with age
amongst maggot-filled earth.

"How many suns has it been down there?"
whispers the new house-owner to the exterminator?

"Too many for me to count."

The stink rushed into the crisp autumn air
generously compiling outside it's former home.

The exterminator crawled slightly in
and pulled out a half-decayed human body
whilst coughing through the poignant odor.

Her name they will never know,
her beauty will never again be admired,
her gender only known from the
ash-covered, brown-tinted dress.

She is to be buried in a day's time,
Mr. and Mrs. were the only attendees of the burial
on that sad autumn afternoon,
the day the pitiful smelly pest was exterminated.

tinktinktock

Another day in this skin,
One more rash of stress
And wrinkle of age.
Time moves faster than before-
It seems weeks are merely hours
And sleep has raised in value.
I cannot quite concentrate
On the importance of future
When today seems belly-full.

Devious Deviant

Devious deviant,
you do not belong in this society.
Devilish daughter,
change your abnormal ways,
become the debutante I am.
Norms!
Follow the Norms!

Devious deviant,
what are you doing with your life?
Devilish daughter,
change the way you think,
become one of us.
Norms!
Follow the Norms!

Devious deviant,
your clothes are embarrassing.
Devilish daughter,
change your hair the way I like it,
become a Normy.

Remember to always,
Follow the Norms!

On Snow

Sickening, rotten apple!

Try to poisen me as you might,
death shall overcome either way.

Your slimy core
eats me away...

the Sink Man

happiness lingers through the broken windshield,
he bathes under the limelight
covered in sacrificial red paint,
points a finger toward the heavens,
sheds a single tear;
the ceremony begins fluidly as bare feet
pound purposefully on the cool dirt,
arms flail overhead,
back flexes religiously,
neck quivers wildly;
commencement between mortal and spirits,
inherent pain flutters through his epidermis,
uniting those secrets known yet kept silent.

When You Glow Green, You Have a Big Heart

even as the daisies wilt on the kitchen table
smiles spread across the aura lit room,
green glows emanates from each lover of life present,
seeping through the cracks of the infrastructure
it's taking over the space, the beings,
hearts larger than hate,
these green glowers grow
and shall cease to wilt
even as the daises on the kitchen table slowly die.

Dirty Underwear

Crumpled panties lay in the dusty corner of the bedroom,
a putrid scent emanates from the pile.
No sense of when or where they were last worn,
except the memory scent of lovemaking and sweat.
Worry of reminiscing this night keeps the panties
at bay in the stuffy corner to rot,
until the day they find home inside the dump,
where they will be buried
along with the arrogant men who seduce innocents,
leave marks of bodily fluids,
and stash the wretched in the dusty corner of the bedroom.

Fate

plays in the stars,
dances across milky ways,
toward the circular hemisphere
we call our planet,
through the northern wind
it drives between mountains and plains,
glimpse into the future,
then back where it follows
preconceived road signs,
adjust the template for each victim,
creep when expectations are low,
pummel destiny down dry throats,
silently drift away in wait of a new day.

The Gift Part 2

Safely hidden behind a wall beam,
the sac patiently waits for the day
it's master accepts truth.
Dust collects over the years,
darkness encompasses the hidden brilliance
shutting its luminosity away from the world,
from him, from her.

He keeps busy, learning, knowing, living.
Mind is pushed to sole experiences
and meaningless, and sometimes meaning-more sex.

Such time has passed hope fades
quietly with each fleeting day,
weakened hope stirs an inkling
through his memory, remember.
Four years and four days has passed
before the beam is pushed to the side,
the sac of skin stares into his soul,
urging him to live fully.

It is as if the sac called to him,
invited his presence at this very moment
to know her once again.

Gentle fingers push the folds of dusty skin
apart, allowing the daylight to penetrate
the neglected art of nature.
Warmth fills his heart,
tears fall down pale cheeks,
time and truth join collective hands
to stimulate the most potent of all magic-
Love.

The Gift Part 1

Worn to the core he can see
the most enchanting belief come to life,
It's radiance bellows from underneath
the protecting outer layer.

Interest does not intrigue him to look
bellow the surface where an adventure softly awaits,
Driven by fear of loss, a continued loss,
he cannot relive the pain.

Tucks away the skin sac from sight
yet holds onto it, for one day,
He may discover the greatest mystery of life-
the reason heavens deplore at the notion
that such a thing exists.

of course, I Know, i've never Belonged

Putrid annoyance amplifies from each radiant being,
Energies run wild through course, agnostic veins,
I am, as I see, unbridled,
Unwanted in this place of thickness.

I cannot be here,
The energy runs thin of welcome,
And vast of un-acceptance,
Pleasing will not do for everyone.

Mortified tis I,
No, simply peachy...
Hated by everyone is a way of life,
Disrespect follows shamelessly.

Word from the wise-
stay indoors, unsocial,
where no harm will come to you
the wallows of despair
are left to hang as shadows from trees.

the day

how does the most innocent
always destruct prominently?
Unknowingly she lingers by,
sharing thoughts and images
wanting to learn, learn, know.
Trouble follows, for the trust
bestowed is never trusted.
By and now she goes,
walk stoically among the rustic bodies,
incense of death harmonize,
de-construct, rebuild.
Patient as the tides,
quiet more than than the wind,
she treads, a leaderless villain
wiling to face the day
uncaringly, unknowingly, unhappy.