A night to remember...

Here i sit at the center of the moving world
fermenting with excitement, love and lust

My thoughts drifted but cleaved to the five senses like
killer claws wrapped around a scrumptuous feast!

Finger nails buried itself in cushioned furniture
perhaps too deeply as fraying fibres clung to its crevice
i clenched a fist....
fighting a battle with an enemy filling my veins as fast as lightening and as intense as my love

Toe nails sunk in sand as deep as leeches on tender flesh
my mouth widened but pain struck the sound
My flimsy dress... as loose as the action of acetone on hard nail polish; swayed to the tune of the
wind...

A tune that blinds and intoxicates without striking consciousness
like Vodka and orange juice......
ONE TOO MANY

i tried to resist but stifled my senses and caused a collision with my emotions!

CRASH!!!
Smell..Lust!, Touch...Excitement!, See...Love!
they raced like water thrown down a narrow Well
i clasped my feet to suffocate a deep, throbbing of some sort
that wasn't my heart!!
taken by a force; they stumbled and fell
Can never absorb only repel
like a moment's confrontaton with heaven and hell

Hands as soft as full fresh petals.....stretched and cupped my face
And a light.....bright enough to look at and narrow enough to direct a new path

I sat here....imbibed
my vision clear but purpose in formation
the throbbing subsided
focus divided but chanelled in peaceful equilibrium
touching with meaningful insight


blanketed by this... calm night

Retribution of an absent father

Mind and manners expelled the common-laws
too many have suffered his ruthless prevailing clause
But then he walked out on his family
relentless to the soaring possibilty
that this is seed for a fruitful life of misery

He rethinks his purpose but not man enough to face them
shame!!.....rotted in the crevices of his conscience
Curling in a fetal position which served as an emblem
for his ,once, well awaited return
budding comfort...which diminishes as fast as lightening
nothing averts the self-inflicted hurts

inescapable of his past
this lesson he suffers to learn

Tears trickled from the wrinkled contours of his aged eyes
each drop emanating the stench of regret
that lingered since the day he left
a stench which haunts and disturbs his peace
as if... convicted of theft

neglected six boys, three girls and a wife
almost led the woman to use the knife
took a new woman into his life
bearly comprehensive of her identity and her face the pinnacle of vanity
Cursed the hands that fed him
and scourned his bouncing offspring

then walked out
all poisonous fruits of his insanity

now no proper job he keeps
and struggles painfully to heal the flesh deep wounds
by inviting souls of confused identity to share his bed

you see... these wounds transformed to lacerations of disgust and self pity
for these reflected images of his first Be-wed

time passes........
on this bed he lay
the contours on his face deepened
his day as dark as night
future blurred but past bright
this father hopes to find his way...