hate | thirst
for those that are tempted to drink from the fountain of hate
beware of that bittersweet nectar
even as it feels like honey running down your chin
you will realize its acidic burning nature
as it bores a trail into your soul
it is a most difficult journey back to the sun
once you rent a room to that raging guest
it is almost impossible to evict them
it will haunt you deep
it will bend your will
and make bones brittle
causing great burden
and twisted spine
so please take heed of these words
and think twice when your hate makes you thirst
release | remain
rise and fall there is an end somewhere in the air a
disturbance in the sky that cracks the grey and blue
with lightning stroke | there is an urge to begin again
before it is too late but it may already be too late
confound and fold in tiny pieces and store them under
that old t-shirt in the bottom left drawer | rise and
fall because there is no end to the secrets that remain
they feast from the inside out and leave little
crumbles and crumbs| the path ends where the cliff
takes over your screams resonate against the twilight
Sahara’s siren
these arid planes that hide the elusive siren
cover her with sandy kisses
where whilst the weary awake with heavy lips
between the dunes
whirlwinds spin through desert time
her soul residing on the line
separating midnight blues and scarlet hues
oh crave to create
crave to find
she lies divine somewhere in Sahara’s fields
wrapping her legs around the Ahagger mountains
creating rotating monsoons
still she is undiscovered
hiding amongst the heat and 3 million miles
maybe she is content in isolation
maybe she does not want to be found
maybe she reads these lines from dusky twilight
and chuckles