the water clutchs
banks of clay all gleaming dampness
this mottled blackness
neath dust sparce heaven
lays bondage deco scene

tangled claw of the crime
surreptitious
and a cry of bone white
soft as a mantle
go light the single candle
tracing yard love tear tracks
rocking home to music
grown
the roots of fondness

torque develop
against the quarter
of nearness

A split in the seams means you love me
Ripping a stitch is a rose
You tear out a vein
Leave me with my pain
Use my blood as ink for your prose

‘cause kindness is so overrated
And cruelty is always unsung
My life is for you
Our pleasures are true
Anguish is your mother tongue

The worst is still stretched far before us
And we hurt in the best of ways
Cracks in all my bones
At least I’m not alone
I ache for you, my end of days

Tell me why the sky is blue
why am i falling for you
im scared of getting hurt i dont want to get burnd .
my heart is like glass once u break it you can never fix it
im cautious. i try and try to get you out of my mind its hopless
like a blade rusted into the earth its impossible to get rid of thats
my love for you impossible to get over so let consume.
I may be shy but not with you
i may be scared but only for you
my love is so strong nothing can break it
only you.
Dont be scared to love me

FADING INTO OPAQE rewritten]
It was yesterday
I thought
I felt your breath
touch my hair
your heart beat inside
mine
and your eyes speak
of love’s fire …but
for another
I spend my nights
alone
and lonely are my dreams.
But as time rushes by
you begin to fade
into opaque
and I break
to lose you again

A small dog
nips
the morning silence
and the street
comes alive
with hands

purpose
breaks
into fever,
something
to do, somewhere
to go,
hurry, hurry the day

I get despondent,
now and then,
this isn't the world
I wanted to imagine,
my sophistry
melding an ancient art

last night
we were Buddhas
trying on each other's masks,
we plunged into ecstasy,
we hovered like angels
above our bodies

MY eyes/ DON'T see /YOU where /YOU used /TO be [Iambic-pentameter]

YOUR face/ IS not/ SO clear/ NOW as/ IT was/ BE/fore

do NOT/ think BAD/ of ME/ forGIVE [trochee-tetrameter

Tell ME/ that THIS/ shall PASS/ aWAY

Rush, rush, the sound of waves,
Eager to fill the anxious bay,
Meet with a sweet thrust,
Recede back into the salty mist,
The ocean’s voice is found,
As a whirlpool circles ‘round,
Scattering seashells across the floor,
Like sandy memories of tides before,
Sunshine sets the blue aglow,
And lights forgotten harbors down below,
Of wreckaged ghosts so forelorn,
That they shall never return to shore.

Pessimism ,
distraught minds
two in one
should upon each others shoulders display,
some sense of consolation
and
admiration
but
not only sadism relay
Positivity ought to be the aim
Of lovers two,
how I wish
that new ones knew

Some boy soldiers in pastime played
On seeing a pregnant woman
Then argued amongst themselves
On sex and gender of fetus
Unborn Liberian in the womb

One said to the other, pointing
It is a boy in there, I bet
Another countered, it is a girl
The debate reached a crescendo
They resolved to check out crudely

Insanity drove the dispute
Diminutive diminuendo
A double edge machete in hand
Sliced up the belly in cold blood
Killing the woman right away

d r e h e n

riven a glass dressed in rains
the slow dance
the damp hell vice
upon a fire soul blazing

steam and wet desire
twin of night
twin of day

twas want for both
I long for play
the perfume of
the de ja vue