Thursday, January 27, 2011

Until When We Are Ghosts......

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     This is The sequel (Second Part) of the previous poem (The Master Of His Death)When the abused wife burns her lover alive,into ashes. Will his obsessive love for her be seen in the flames? Burning away all the years he spent loving her,yet in a painful way? Or will he come back ? And love her Until when they’re ghosts? To what extent is revenge served? Boiled? Fried? Or Roasted.

                               Until When We Are Ghosts......

The moon was full and bright
Filling the woods with shadows and sounds
I sat on the porch staring into the trees
Watching a shadowy figure walk;
Slowly toward me.

                               —– Story Continued—–

Slowly that dark figure moved closer
A stagnate smell slowly crept into my nasal cavities
The rotted stench of burned flesh, Overpowering the senses,
As the figure slowly unearthed;
It’s hidden Figure,
From beneath the shadow casting trees.

And into the light of the clear bright moon
Its teeth barring, shinning, almost glowing
Lips had rotted completely away through the years
Eyes completely gone
Blackened like scabs
The worms burrowing from under the flesh decaying scalp
Hair stringy and balding.

It moved closer to me,
It was soon at my lower step,
With each step I could hear the bones Crushing and grinding,
Skin blacked and charred to a crisp;
Like burnt toast.

“My Darling Wife” it uttered through baring teeth;
“My Darling Wife”
Slowly it touched me as it slowly walked past.

I could feel the bones cracking upon my  shoulder
“My Darling Wife”
Slowly it opened and stepped through my door,
Slower it crept across my living room.

Standing now in front of my chair
“My Darling Wife”
It lit a cigarette and sat down by the fire blazing in the fireplace.

With a happy sigh it looked at me and again it repeated
“My Darling Wife”
As it crawled into the fire and burned to ash it giggled wildly

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Master Of His Death.

I’ve seen you filter through the clouds;
Like shards of glass falling.
I’ve felt you cut my skin with your light

Come closer now….closer…closer
To kiss me….To touch me…To hurt me

The song you carry in your eyes doesn’t want me;
The colour in your soul doesn’t see me
The blood in your veins doesn’t love me
Your voice no longer calls me.

Sitting in the corner of my room,
Knowing that death is his doom,
I kiss him one last time with my timid frozen lips.

As the gas can graciously falls to my fingertips,
I hold up the matches in my hand and stare.
His eyes begging for mercy but yet I don’t care.

A slight mysterious smile carved into my face,
As screams of terror and pain fill this place;
His survival crumbles in disillusion
As the black smoke and fire become an infusion.

His malfunctioning lungs slowly ceases;
Drawing breaths rapidly his voice deceases
As blasphemous flames beckon his skin like a roast.

The air fills burned, charred aroma, the smell of rotten compost,
He gurgles out “save me” from his tainted breat
Right before he meets the master of his death.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Life Does Not Dance.

Your essence is my invention,
You dance when I decide
Your name is scratched on my skull
You swirl with my rhythm
Your kiss is my relief
You console when it is asked
Your smell lingers in my nose,
You see my eyes bestow,
Your smile spell still lingers
You love me in Reality.
Your voice howls in my echo.
O! But only in my dreams.

Come back, again, be all i know.
Creation is but nothing,
Your person; I weep for so.

My memories are all dead
Ashes scattered upon the wind.
Lingering depression,
On my innocent soul
A tear for each pain
A tear for each joy.
An old beating heart,
Within this broken shell.
Nothing remains,
Except the feeling of falling rain.

Big & Small.

Time is passing by,
In the small and in the big,
Wherever you are; From or Go.

It flows like the rivers,
Crashes down like the raging waves,
And howls like the wind.

Behind or Before,
No one can escape its grip.

In the flames;
We see the past flashing by,
On the Earth;
We thread with naked feet,
As it passes all around us.

Keep holding my hand,
The big scares me,
Even if time passes by for everything.

Even for love and sadness,
It wears down the cruelest of scars,
Until we can at last, see the whole picture.

With you by my side,
The picture is clear as ice,
Sparkling like the fireworks in the sky.

As time passes by,
Even for the big and small in everything,
I only want you to keep hanging on.

When you thread this earth,
Embrace the time and the world,
Trust me,
My words will forever be with the wind.

Saturday, January 1, 2011


On this big bare plain......
The wind blew my seed,
The Almighty God loved and watered me
With his loving care I grew up so high
He nurtured me into a big green tree

All alone I stood under azure skies
Painted scenes under a gold and blue hue
And shining from heavens glory above
I feel the wet moisture of morning dew
The birds sing melodies in my branches
The wind blows all of my leaves and some fall
The sun will rise........I will base in its warmth
In my branches will the Nightingale sing her call

Under me I have little seeds
And now they sprout up life all around me
Gathered seeds, birds have unknowingly lost;
Grow beautiful flowers and brings the bees.

While grasshopper's look for that perfect blade;
Rain drops fall one by one to quench our thirst
I soak them in as they tap off my leaves
And the vitamins they bring...
Adds growth to the earth

God left me here not to be all alone
but to show himself known through all that's grown
Look around at all that is made by his will
His majestic power;
Big and small......shown

On this big bare plain.....
The wind blew my seed
The Almighty God loved and watered me...