House rent exploits
Called business enterprises
Draining the tenant’s income
In cyclical repayments
Turned sour upon demand
Merchant vessels perished
In service stormy seas
Landlord calls in due course
Heartbeat of renter skipped
Ran in fear, like Adam of old
On hearing the voice of God
Looked for where to hide
Lest he be driven out of Eden
These rented houses, where I live
Are like traps set for city dwellers

Twisting, throttling and asphyxiating,
shredding, smashing , ricocheting off of walls.
rising then plummeting.

Slammed into pulp
burst like a ripe melon
smacked up against , collision

Haemorrhaging
clawing and raking of flesh
peeling back to expose nerve endings

Grating tissue and grey matter
violating
blood streaking across epidermis

Caustic fluid stripping eyeballs
crimson , point jabbed into bran stem
Wailing, caterwauling

Soaring in oblivion
non-existence
at peace

wandering lost and cold
I came upon a celler door
I broke the lock
feeling no shame

there, shelves stocked with food
a cot in the corner
and a colorful blanket

were they expecting me?

full bellied
wrapped in warmth
I laid down
and wept at my shameless ways

What an orgasmic feeling
The culmination of the
Ultimate awaited eruption
Anointment
In the soft sweet milk divine

A final sealing of human ecstasy
Soaring,
As it collapses
Two souls bound as one

Poem inspired by raj the poet

A restless spirit has come upon me

How far still can i go

How far have i come

Reluctantly,turning around.

I beheld the path of my life

The trodden grass, molded

The bridges crossed now fallen

Yes, like they fell and scatter across the ground

Broken images, the forgotten.

I see old comrades empty abodes and weep

The stench of time lingers at the doorstep

Eerie greetings from moans beaneth my feet

And in the brush beyond dance the ghost of eternal sleep.

The crimson sun falling behind the mountain

The twilight of the gods is upon us
we shoot the breeze on our knees
what shall we aim for that isn't taken?

The moon already has too many lovers,
and the sun, regardless of intensity,
brings out only a shadow.

This is a dream theater.
There's nowhere to hide in love that is forsaken.

At times I spell

Colour and they say,
Colur
Some say color

I ask them,
Have you understood,
I meant the rainbows constitution,
And
They queried from which generation
And
I replied,
Both X and Y,
Then they were silenced.

Such is the world,
Don’t take it lying down always,
Try standing variations too
and be colourful will you

The words I’ve held in
Finally have outsmarted
Their prison guard

They jump
Onto the blank page
I can feel doubt
Kiss me goodbye

Maybe my truth
Will wake you
From the fairytale
You been living in

This story
Is about to lose
One of its characters

If the mirror could speak
It would tell me to man up
And put all my apologies
On the curb

Your ice filled veins
Melt from
My abrupt departure

tumble rain
this crawl
falling

how you've met me in the distance
and here we tender ideals
and slip phrases across
the table
gliding

delicate?
hardly!

grizzled
tough
aged in whiskey
and want

living by wit
and grunt
and a natural flair for meanness

raw knuckles
broken teeth
don't belie his rock hard words

nonetheless,
in somee strange unaccountable way
he fascinates

who can argue that at times
brute truth
is delightlfully refreshing