A quarrel

embroidery of the tongue plait spider web with ribbons of words prune wool grass with autumn fingers of despisal spread wool in the air spew charcoal fire ember smoulder glow and flare set the sky ablaze thunder beat drums of war stars run pell-mell dance crocodile dance moon and the sun take refuse in the cloud confusion rent wand conduct a choir of gossipers; stars distance themselves moon and...

Candle of love

silhouetee of the golden sun scintilate across wailing sky hurl dazzling beam at winter bay i melt a snowflake at her ray desolve into mist, formless in the shade of her eclat peel off the bra, her twins erectile idol, the sacred virgin boob pop up on her pulpit herald her charm in silence flex dark-grey shrewsbury nipple, wet appetite lit the showery twilight sky "o, dawning sanguine sun let's glissade on nude floor" her soft larva body, warm as the plumage of brooding bird...

Lighting

quicksilver knife shred the sky dance conga to the north samba to the south murmur and mull flash faunt echoe to the east whisper to the west wigwag two-edged machete etch stretch mark on body of the sky smile laugh give its biceps in the wood plot tattoo on body of the sky run helter-skelter bleep clap comb for the moon serach for the sun beat drums of flight collide with air crack crank rumble and strike return to its sheath!

Orphans at the grave

during one of their mid term holidays, Leedor and Kooh visited the grave of their parents after they returned home from dairy, as elegiac orphans who have lost both parents to gun men at their farm; a few foot steps to the grave they saw two figures clad in white at the tomb, lost sentience at the flick of an eye fell!

Zorla the goddess

a soft wind whir, twirl across the teal river lay between chartreuse bosk ooze, murmur yet; calm and still a stygian figure, classy but outre rise with a porcelain and mirror from the depth of the cyan aare 'o, dear goddess i'm here today come to my table let's dine to night i implore, at this faint-hearted bay; your vatic wand may unfold the risk related to a love i embrace in error come, reverse my errors to night!'

Tale of a whore

the pale saga of numb nature - an aged witch on alley of emotion - serve me her cup of wander wine distill in lethal pot: on the way to my grave i found the informal way to pop off in the bosom of a laudatory cocotte i sing her slim body of lilly, her ivory skin, carmine lips kiss amorous breeze and neck; her vanity solo over my dream scale my lust on graph of flaunt in her mesmerising shade downpour douse the flame of hope and drown her sea buoy my corpse!

Skeleton

in the depth of sea beneath a rock i bury my pale skeleton to not let the wind gossip its hue, its charcoal grey, to friends and foes that do not sing swarthy skeleton but sneer at it, voice their fleer my skeleton has crimson feet, it charcoal grey merit scorn i lay it continual beneath the rock, in depth of sea, till the sun sink down!

Skeleton

in the depth of sea beneath a rock i bury my pale skeleton to not let the wind gossip its hue, its charcoal grey, to friends and foes that do not sing swarthy skeleton but sneer at it, voice their fleer my skeleton has crimson feet, it charcoal grey merit scorn i lay it continual beneath the rock, in depth of sea, till the sun sink down!

Skeleton

in the depth of sea beneath a rock i bury my pale skeleton to not let the wind gossip its hue, its charcoal grey, to friends and foes that do not sing swarthy skeleton but sneer at it, voice their fleer my skeleton has crimson feet, it charcoal grey merit scorn i lay it continual beneath the rock, in depth of sea, till the sun sink down!

Night Of Meditation I do no envy the rowdy day Fade away with madden crowd, Their monstrous craving and bay At rebirth the weary sun goes to bed For whose reign silence sing praises With processions of fairy and owl In tranquil whisper has arise --- Caresses the poet in me to purl --- You stygiant painterly sombre lover I solemnly solicit your presence O! Night, let me in your bath shower And smear the redolence of silence Bottle in the musing of my heart; Let me into sea deep plunge...

LYSIS To night I saw in a wailing toddler solitary at the crossroads --- the feature of my country bedridden of corruption and tribalism as pale as famine, as apathetic as death lay in a divan of perpetual depression With political sack cloth overlay her shepherds clad with heart of beast occlude rising sun, snogging moon befog! In unremitting brash darkness nor in the absence of Sun greens never blossom Tidal bore surge -- drown the dugout of corruption ...