child, take heed

child,
i would like to dole advice
before a handful of soil
covers me whole
do not trust a man with wafer-thin lips
they are sealed forever
when you are offered everything
do not take it all
you must work for them
or you will end up with a handful
of
nothingness
child,
everything that crashes
does not always burn
do not trust a man who purses his lips
he is fighting off a rage
do not want for what
was never thine
when you have it, it will flee
before a tune is played out
child,
i cannot teach you everything
life will be your shepherd
but i will be your lighthouse
guiding you home
fruit will be in bounty
i hope you elect
the very brightest
but moreover the strongest
child,
love is a friend and fiend
make of it the best you may
lyrics and poetry will only take
you thus far
the rest of the way you must tread
and most of those days,
alone.
child,
be wary

child,
you must carry your cross
and keep faith when all about you
have lost theirs
there is a tree rooted
not far from here
that does not come undone
bury your treasures
beneath its glorious earth
it will defy the laws of
math, science and life

Musings from the October widow

the October widow bemoans
were you not told
why must you stand unarmed
is it me who does not understand you
or you who neglects to infer with me
i believe its all perception
but then again i believed karma too
i was told everything has a grey allotment
my morals are pristine white
my past is pseudo-black
and my thoughts alone
silver-area'd
mapped in my brain
and i offer you now
a sliver
my eyes are a suspect brown forthwith
forgive me my mind lover
yesterday makes me question
today i wished for cows hide
but before i can grow it on
you chide
i see you now
appearance
toned and swelled
both your brains at once
and perhaps
its me
i prep you for the next
i see you off
while i cocoon on

post midnight

a faint memory patches through
post midnight
almost every second night

and the back of my neck
feels a raspy breath
filled with urgency

my fingers try to hold onto it
when i came to
i remind myself
there's nothing to hold onto

though the memory is faint
it exists
tearing down my imagination,
my wonder-filled tomorrow

should you listen
and follow through
you may get to hold onto more
than just a memory

but post midnight
your body is weak
your mind is weaker

i need to let the pain
change hands
if for a brief moment
say that rasp is mine
and your body is immersed
in a cold sweat

you look perplexed
somehow bored
no.
angry.

and with everything in you
say
you understand
once

post midnight
every other night
i go back and forth
memory to
existence

all out

i'm all out
you are taking my sanity

you've left me shriveled
and somehow swollen
and the constant drone
a light blinks
drowning in an empty tub
with a cesspool of memories
and a whiskey bottle
filled with unspoken truths
am in a corner
these remain my possessions
i'm all out
you should remain a waft
that I should have never let in
but my windows stay open
but truly
i say i'm all out

heart: keep the phone off its hook
but my heart has too much heart
as it turns out

rewind please

i want to go back to a different time
where we are different
when things were perhaps
simple
let me rephrase
simpler
i wish to be back to a different timezone
it just felt different maybe
time complicates us
winds our lives
negates us..

do u remember a quiet alley
of parked cars
just you and me
and pictures of the past
i want to go back
then press pause
and play out everything differently
or better still
be lost in time
no one grows old

i'm wrapped up in the new you now
everyday we struggle
to see a tomorrow
whatever happened to our childish dreams
the lack of intricate lace on our hearts
to impassioned simplicity
how did i get this delicate?

when you've had enough
it's time to leave
the disco ball may still turn
but the light will never shine on you
baby, it's time to leave.
i share my body
my intimate past
and your hands run over my scars
my bumps
my lackluster stretchmarks.
but you've held another
touched still another
and groped the other
and now it's me
i dull in comparison
on other days you've had your fill
and you close your eyes
saying tomorrow gets better love
but the day after
oh, the days after
we must be vary
and me, am weary
today i stand by nothing
but a lighthouse.
am going in
the ships don't need me tonight
and i don't need them
certainly.

neat lines

i cannot be sure anymore
of where it began and where it may have ended
or not
somehow the words can never tally up
stand in a neat line and have a full stop
you have to say something
you have to end it
but you will not be able to end my sentences
probably that is why
everything stands in disarray
but when was it ever compartmentalized?
when did we draw lines and suggest whose shelf was whose
and what we stacked where
you are indeed of a strange breed
and i do not say this about your parentage
pardon me
come and dream my lovely
how come you stand under the arc again?
where will you be when the earth will move unwittingly
i have no ideas
no passions
and no past glories to live on
and on some days no possessions to live off
no morals to go by
everything is marked in the sand
the river washes dreams away
but you know this
yet you dream
and share your everyday hallucinations
i cannot heal you
my hands are coarse
so lets breathe
lets make amends

but walk in different directions
we are not of the same breed.
not you. not me.