Eros 2012

          

The drum beats

Heart-pounding pumping

Sounding like love or something

Sounding like rhythm

Wounded chasm caused by

Wanting and when its gone

Daunting future without you

Finds me and haunting sounds

Of pastimes bind me.

Tidbits

KINGDOM DOMESTIC

                                    A woman is shifting between worlds

                                    Dancing in her dreams, dredging through life

                                    With her tiara and mop

                                    Cape, crown and dust pan.

                                    Weary with the wisdom of everyone’s problems

                                                      REBIRTH

One time a phoenix

                                                Fell from the sky,

                                                The heat knew what to do,

                                                Ashes made her new.

                                

 Oh heat—

                                                On this day of Reckoning,

                                                A new game plan,

                                                Fix the drought,

                                                Face the man,

                                                Fall a little.

                                          THE WAR WE FIGHT

Rumbling words that brew,

Tumbling time and sparks of heated air,

Hyena laughter bubble-bouncing there,

Can you feel it, the fire on my face.

                                    The ring of beasts are circling, they can see it.

                                    Queen Bee Me had a ripe rage waiting

                                    With a hot plate of fist for her face,

                                     It founds purpose on flesh.

                                    Must have been the war we fight among “friends”.

                                    I blame the air for the fire, a girl for her judgment,

                                    A man for his sweet tooth,

A day for its timing.

 

Writer's Block

Blah... I have nothing to tell you.

Blah...the common man's phrase.

 It’s easy language and oozes out well.

Blah is the comfort of casual conversation.

                                    Blah is the absence of something, and the existence of
                                    NOTHING.

It's very philosophical.

My coping mechanism tagging along in slow monotonous trickles off my tongue.

Blah is a persistent pest crooning in my ear that nothing really matters.

He's fat and lethargic, well-fed and exhausted.

He has nothing to say and many ways to say it.

But most of the time he hums silence in my ear, and take up too much space.