Mother’s Land

Bones unbuckle. blood thickens

With relations to spare

The first & last time

I gypsy on home

Unlike change

I felt foreign; to some

Simply-put

Simplicity is hard to express

Expect that

Except that’s not always the case

Sometimes something so relatable

Speaks volumes till it’s too late

Do you hear’t?

She loved speaking

                       In most parents silence

It’s only now I know

                               Her voice was loud

                                                           Because her heart was too.

Tru

               Tell a story in five words or less

About what?

About anything.

Ok, let’s see

“He found (tru)th in s(tru)ggle”

Catch-22

I confuse E-motion with motion

Just because your heart beats alike

Doesn’t mean they’re the same

Guess that’s why I keep running to stand still

Some words stay embedded in me

Like the time my father told me

“I’d rather risk losing you than watch you lose yourself”

“Son, you’re just a sum of days

As each day passes on to the next

A piece of you fades away”

NOT ICE

Notice how little you notice?

That lull in your ear

The one you get every so often

Mirror into bird relays; chirp chirp

Footsteps reconnect…

A dog barks it’s two cents

Shadow’s waltz In & out

The slight quiver in her voice

When she laughs

HA HA…HA

How in a group of people

Only your eyes meet “hey”

That false trip she does

Just to hold on to you a little longer

Notice how little you notice?

Sunset, sunrise, timelines

Mirror therapy

                                   Your unnerving gaze                
                                          Doesn’t ever change 
                                      With a degree of certainty
                                          My trust was gained
                                            I confess to you
                                      Searching for reality again
                                        No words were spoken
                                     But i know you felt my pain
                                      We talk for hours on end
                                     Breaking through the chains
                                        You never get restless  
                                       Or even try to complain
                                          When time runs up
                                   The awkward silence remains
                                          Our session is over
                                       Goodbye’s we exchange
                                        I take one last glimpse
                                        Only to find it strange
                               That my reflection stares back
                                    Through the mirror it frames

Have at it

Have at it, the course of derail 

Impenetrable only to the naïve
Stick a fork in it, yolk out its ingenuity 
Denial, lifted on shoulders 
Two sizes to small
Rupture pumped veins red-dry
Simplistic, ABC, 123
Rhythm a steady non-discordant
Hefty mind-ogling nonsense
Whisper’d, ear to ear, tongue to tongue
Eccentric, Unique, or downright odd
Life’s many clueless ventures
Flicker black & white plainness
Into yellow & orange peachiness
Mute hollow jagged, yet 
The catch is, there is none
All the swirl of letters
Left dancing into the void
Spell, though somewhat
Obscenely R-i-p-p-e-r
Care to Have at it
Repetition duly noted
Calm applause dies out
French leave…

Clouds of uncertainty

The applause dies quickly, then the echoing silence
Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Colours fade inward showing the true defiance
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine

Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine
Touches of one anothers pain keeps the loneliness away

Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Engraved onto us is the misunderstanding of the plain
Touches of one another s pain keeps the loneliness away
Guilty is the soul of conducting out of whim without say

Beware of the apparent cause things are not as they seem
Colours fade inward revealing the true defiance
An opaque sense of reality is misleading and gravely dim
The applause dies quickly then the echoing silence

RanDoM

Brushes of thoughts
Tones of nostalgia
Shades of doubt
Covers of unease
Escape my simple mindedness  

The higher I’ve been
The lower I sin
The faster I think
The slower I sink
Will never get me over this

The blacker my reasons
The bloodier the season
The bolder the actions
The more timid reactions
Can’t flash to something more definite

Contrasts of illusions
Likeliness of confusion
Drums of contempt
Whistles of mere delude
And yet the answer is…..