It starts with the small cracks
pushes through the crevices, tiny ugly blobs, remnants
of unconscious sighs.
Tar-black and reeking
of discarded hope, it whimpers
snuggling into the wounds
like all the puppies you’ve lost as a child.
In moments of loneliness it whispers
Coaxes you to feed, to nourish yourself
From its dark, dreary milk and
You gnaw, half-hearted
Like you do at cold food
A day too old to eat, but too much of a waste to throw out.
It starts from within
Swirls of disappointment, internal chaos and black, black death
And before you know it, you are all topsy-turvy
Too mangled and ugly for anybody to save
Like a mouse hanging from cat jaws
Like a forlorn napkin, held by a single peg
Against a raging storm.
Serpents coil round and round an anemic heart
While it spits blood, squirts
Water, for blood has been shed
Many, many times.
Having been ravaged by prying vultures
Having been pinched by thoughtless fingers, needles
Of indifference, cruel, stabbing words
Having been attacked with poisoned arrows, almost
Been sawed apart once, minced and mangled
Being choked now is a privilege,
A piece of chocolate fudge
Topped perhaps with a cherry, or
A juicy looking strawberry.
If it had a mouth the heart would have smiled
For light is just about to fade from its eyes,
And the pain is about to cease, about to stop
Serpent venom lulls the agony to numbness
While it penetrates, explores every aching curve
Every burning alcove
Of carefully kept love and guarded memories.
If it had a mouth it would have smiled
For the anemic heart shall no longer beat
Heart wrenching doleful tunes
It patters out its own funeral march
Never to beat again.
Yes it came, on an unsuspecting day
Uncharacteristically nimble on its great clawed feet.
Through its clenched teeth, hateful whispers
Its breath stank of wasted lives, its spit tasted of minds lost
It whispered, sent thousand spiders scuttling through the ears,
A mind whimpered
As spiders spun their crafty webs
And darkness weaved its shifty skeins
And hope got caught and struggled
Bled within the barbed wire, shed its wings and died.
Like the pearls of my mother’s necklace that I once broke and cried
Cried and cried till every pearl was collected
Cried and cried till the string was mended, with love.
Who is to collect my scattered thoughts
And piece them back together again today?
Burn to cinders, life
Now a mere shadow
With no meaning
Like a a broken wing,helpless
Life ceases breathing
Like a dying man’s heart
Perfection reeks, coils around
Serpentine fake smiles
Hiss. Hollow words
Drop. Emotionless eyes
Seek to lure. A mind
Perches on a leafless branch
Barren. And wonders
Where have all the flowers gone
Resonating through the ears,comforts
Provokes that first angry word
Directed at a sincere heart,a poisoned dart
First dazes,then paralyzes
Finally kills.Painful death
As one dart follows another
Another.Once one escapes,the others
Easily slip through.Murder!
A mind gathers moss on a barren dying branch
Withers,shrinks,becomes a mere twig
Serpentine fake smiles shine
Emotionless eyes,they glitter
Dark clouds creep in, threaten
To throttle the horizon, thunder growls
It already struck once, once upon a time
But we live with the belief
That it never strikes the same place twice.
Coldness reigns, chills the bones, indifference
Oh indifference, carry me away
Did lightning strike again?
I hope not, because this time
I will lose the faith
And shall recover no more.
Take all your burnt skin, its awful stench
I cringe at your sight, be gone, be gone
Lightning does not strike the same place twice
But it had it seems
And I believe no more.
C’est un monde catastrophique
Une catastrophe des papiers froissés, des pensées melangées,
La différence entre ce qui est dit et
Ce que je crois d’être vrai.
La terre est une cimetière indifférent
Où marchent les morts-vivants plastiques
De douces paroles trompeuses
Que certains choisissent de croire.
Parfois, il vaut mieux de ne pas savoir
l’ignorance est une bénédiction
un luxe qui ne m’appartient pas.
Piles et des piles des notes,la gravité du travail à faire
Se font tourner autour de moi comme un ouragan
Un ouragan qui menace de m’engloutir
Même mon pauvre squelette branlant
Qui n’a plus de force a se tenir……