Breaking point...

Quarter now but destined to rotate revealing once again
It’s cutting brightness, separating two worlds
But connecting them yet again on a level ...subliminal

Another verse, another poem
When would the madness end!!!!
Like the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west
My thoughts are renewed, my limbs are able and my clothing without intention but continues to root reason:
For question, for conversation, for explanation

I’m overwhelmed not by the things I wanted to be gullible about
Not for the plea of need “reflected” from your eyes
But why you never fought...for me...
Why!... ATLEAST the weave of friendship didn’t reflect ....and why “they” termed it “lies”
Cries...now screams transformed its volume silently

My chest palpitates rhythmlessly
My feet fit into “prints” that were held in perfect condition
Prints of past; I’m reliving a life to my own “detriment”
Anticipating my “death” to be risen from the ashes once again

My question is “how many times must I die...to you?”
What are you...if not my friend...?

Salon...!

The chill of the evening air circulates almost unconsciously
to commune the characters of the atmosphere

The moon is ideally in its premature phase but bids souls alike to be matured...in time, in memory, in harmony...
Characters in company, imbibe the rise n fall of moments in glee, short smirks, few frowns as the air fills my lungs!

My knee! touches the surfaces of a cushion demanding 3 bills!
1 for the fingers tugging my hair and 2 for the fingers wallowing near...

Consequently, growing numb ...i don't care where...the moon turns
or how the air thickens the follicles of my nostrils!

I'm imbibing now the corners of my own world

Biting my lips not to spilll worry
stretching my legs to relieve tension
closing my eyes to surrender....
the tubers of anger
and bud new colours of glee!!

the salon and me...

la musique

Saxophone, trumpet, drums....the 'Sombah'
The beat....builds and builds...sticks enclosing in their diameters on flat steel
The curtains are blown, with the minds of musicians, the souls of listeners
tap...their...feet..to...the...beat
spinning...smiling...clapping...rocking...enclosing....
Picture perfect
and memorable

Trumpets sound their rhythms, i kicked some bags.... grinning
as they switched... from classical to jazz
my thoughts are aloft competing with other 'soar climbers'
Piano....oooh.....my skirt spun in swing of rising excitement

Fingers, masculine...collage?.. the nape of my neck then travelled to meet with ripple nerves slithering, too, to the base of my torso
the moment's aglow, two...smothered in gusto
no clue....only spontaneous
the rhythm contain us, INSANE US, sweeping duss'
off the floor then the roof

The tempo rises to a sudden stop!......silence ........................................................
with it went my flare...mental flare...moment's fanfare
My shoes swayed with my knees, then shoulders...
puppeted, only, by memory
my eyes...communicated inexplicably!

I grinned, leaning my forehead on a familiar shoulder
now calm, in synchrony, truth ?...a monopoly

For after all, the world was 'forsaken' the music had taken....us
through a moment's..... dance......

RAGE

Pungent now, staining and infecting all surrounding
An entity of unresolved hate, unquenched thirst, and fire inextinguishable

Influenced but rejects for selfish gains
a 'fixation' subtle within a character that overshadows
not even mammary hands can mould it
she screams to compound, she pushes to bully, she withers at the mere release
of TRUTH

The truth hurts
"blood' flows and heats to meet with an irrational heart
sobbing to generate empathy
sobbing to attract mercy
and to its fortune, disembodied hearts melted and fed

These hearts, though relentless to past happenings , bears the fury of the repeated, the overly endulged, the bulge of discomfort, the 'lump' of a product selfish and pompous

my 'judgement' may be draconian
my palms moist of the 'unspoken'
my thoughts perhaps connected to the undisturbed, unbroken bloodline
but my intentions are contrary and passive-aggressive

until i'm weary, this shall it be !!
until i'm weary, this shall it be!!

Surreal....

Peering through the prison of my fingers is a package: 'pregnant', paired n imperfect!

A package surrendering and serving a world that thirst for vision n hunger for peace!

Consuming and dispensing...believing and rebuking the mass of catostrophic thoughts, insignificant memories n repulsive events!

I'm washed and liberated by "A moment in time"
I'm possessed by the scripts in manifest...je ne comprends pas! mais...my visions are profuse
there's no use...

i am oddly identified with those in similar 'dungeons' bearing the ray of introspection, stretching to rehabilitate, remind n reconcile

i am identified as a vessel bearing the weight of others and setting myself peripheral.

i am identified with my coloured colleagues
who know not the gleam that emanate from their smiles...who know not; the effect in retrospect to my condition, my ambition...my understanding...my peace

surrounded by the unborn, the infant-minded n the mature

I am a seed from the past...harvest of the present...feast of the future

I am a seed from the past...harvest of the present...feast of the future!

replica

Carefully...'they lay'... side by side....even...aligned...undisturbed...focused
like the synchrony of birds soaring high...an army of marching ants...converging rays

I'm supported.. by the verses that leak willingly, favourably to satisfy its oblivious intent.
as the 'window shopper', my face is pressed against the transparency of your world yet stumbling n well entwined in your vision, your ink, your soul...

In focus.. with your wants needs and needs wants...'aligned' i hear your voice
i feel the 'spew' of past and 'hold' of the present!

i feel the reluctance in your 'tug' to sever...unreel...recap?
I'm drawn n dragged by your resistance pup. 18peted by a place against your mortal will

I'm here! nestled...fetal...untouched..unurtured, clutching, waiting, too, for 'chosen' hands to brush n moisten the parch of distance...disconnection...distraction...disparity?

I'm here to fulfill my involvement
I'm here to complete the unfinished
I'm here because...U...called...

Coke 'n' Cream

The melt of kinship smothered the evening!
The guard of neighbouring eyes widened, brows raised, joining with peculiar personas
frowns and smirks
Us...sips and burps to gratify the spill of fondness....
Like two peas in a pod!....heckles n “kicks”
Holding a pen but overflowing with emotions of 10

From a 'party' to a 'crowd'
From planned to spontaneous!
“Attraction” soon entered the circle
First hesitant then surrendered, too, with a heckle loud
time ran with laughter,
cream licking , coke gulping fun!
The wing of procrastination revisited
As the time to depart sagged the merely acquainted heart

We walked while the tongue of flattery coloured my hair among other reserves:
For after all we talked... interpersonally

"Bombarded by the times we spent so dearly..so unusually"

As disappointments emanated yet again
Bringing the “fanfare” to a sudden end
I gripped my pen

Resting to reassure “I can only be... your friend....”