Unwarranted Addiction

Predators masked as youthful birds,
Soaring over the wilderness of free souls,
Spreading poison on ripened fruits,
Fragrances delivered for suicidal seduction,
And as you dance to their melodic birdsongs
You get chained to their psychopathic beauty,
An unwanted addiction – unwarranted,
Darkness becomes your smiles,
Ignorance your laughs,
A euphoric moment in a dysphoric life,
And then the mask cracks,
Waiting out the addiction.

Split in Two

I
Outstretching a hand to a falling leaf,
A farewell ritual dancing with the breeze,
Purifying the land for its soft touches,
Commemorating our distant smiles,
And further, further it continues to leave,
So, I chose to quickly pick it up and hold it,
Sending all my warmth to its inner core,
Tending to its many complex arid cracks,
Some were so deep and beyond repair,
And even as close as I can be I am still –
Still unsure of my ability to intervene,
All I can do is allow Time to heal itself.

II
And whilst I dream about a surreal era,
Where cracks flawlessly diffuse forever,
Where I await mine to be softly tended,
Or at least to be acknowledged; at least,
Another decides to ride the whispers
Of a warm wind guiding a silent nomad,
Which sounds so elegantly majestic,
And yet, it leaves behind a heavy mirage,
Silence becomes my natural remedy,
Still unsure of my ability to intervene,
All I can do is allow Time to heal itself.

Hunger Too

Wake me up when thou hearest
The cracks under thy foot
Of bones fractured –
Hallow thy day and
Hallow thy night –
Unrepairable fragments,
A touch of candlelit dinners.
O what thine hour awakest
A heart beseeches for innocent
Souls – betwixt good and evil –
I lie alone in this forsaken cave,
A haply meeting with humans
Dismembered for my tummy.
Foul their tongues –
Ah juicy eyes and brains when
Crushed ‘gainst one ‘nother,
And juicy their limbs –
Thou hast guts filled with disgust
Rotten meat, my wanion – sigh,
Erelong the meal shall be dropped,
Argh, still filled with thy rotten meat!
I feel sleep,
Hunger, too.