I:
Like a plague, unforgiving
Her smile infects the soul
deadly sin filling mind and body
Living for sweat death
Pleading for poison
Refusing any antidote,
basking in the burning fever of her gaze
Incurable
Every breathe shared is a seizure of ecstasy
Mocking the doctors of the heart,
Suffering from terminal love,
Every fiber begging for more
II: Tranquility
Grass erupts with flowers
as the sun brightly burns
the trees alive with light
sway of their own accord
Nuts and fruits fall
the air shimmers with the pollen
Seeds take root, sprout, and grow
as vines crawl up the trunks
in search of life-light
Mushrooms feed on decaying
Brothers and Sisters
Who in death give life
III: Bloodlust
Steam rises from dry dusty dirt,
Blood soaked, strewn with dead.
Vultures feast gluttonously
as the dying moan and wail
Standing alone, blood covered hands
a scalp worn as a cap,
He breathes heavily with bloodshot eyes
and watches the feast
IV: Shells
Empty shells scattered on empty shores,
each of beacon of hope now lost
to the ebb and tide of time
the crashing waves of anger meet
the silent sand of sadness
The long buried are uncovered
Picked up by new hands,
promising far off places
Yet destined to remain
Until the sea consumes them
V: Shadow
Patiently behind,
the one true witness
of love and lies and hate
the shadow within, without
watching with unwavering eyes
the silent thoughts, the breathless whispers
the gasps and cries, slow breaths and strewn tears
no holding hand, no words of inspiration
only following footsteps and lonesome loyalty
standing behind where none would stand
a string-less puppet bound to just one
VI:
Inky rain soaks into paper fields
the sun rises and falls
A pen for a plow, with each line brings
hop for growths great harvest
future withholds its secrets,
its storms and swarms, it's floods and muds
Undaunted I plant.
each rooted seed sprouts shooting for sunlight
as life bursts forth from my very finger tips
