Its Not What It Seems…. 2

Skin prickling

Heat stifling

Sweat ejaculated from my skin

A kerchief to wipe away my doubts

And a best man to steady my stance

Oggling eyes

A sea of white 

With a dash of red

That’s my uncle

Probably stoned

An uneasy fart snakes down

Silence! My arrogant master

Don’t dare to make your presence known

Lest my bride to be wrinkles her nose

Messing and wrinkling

Cringing in spite of you

Enter the fanfare

Glorious copulating notes 

Serenading her tender footsteps

Veiling her virgin smile 

Her train behind 

Her Pa’ beside

Ma tearing softly 

Unseemingly

Silently in a haze

My mind in phase

The drums of my ancestors

Thumping

Gyrating in my chest

Doom

Doom

Doom

Doom

I can hear my pulse in my brain

A troubling thought

Ah,  this fart is such a pain (side laugh

She’s almost close enough 

Just near enough to taste her cologne

Mind to caress her skin

Hands to feel her aura

My shoulders drop

Accentuating my still deflated chest

She’s here

“Shhhh”

“Don’t say it out loud, you pest! “

Hand in mine

Heart entwines 

Veil up

Pulse drops

That smile

That oh so delicious smile

Hmmn

I wonder if it can be served with tea

Perhaps a side of eggs…

A muffled screech

“Stop it I say ! “

Her nose twitches

The strain in my cleft itches

If this dam breaks, 

The audience will be in stitches

Stop! 

Everybody, just STOP! 

HE’S MINE

silence is never as loud

Never as defeaning

As when caressed by awkwardness

The dam breaks

As a kite flutters violently in a hurricane 

My coat tails shudder

The ghastly gust

As damning winds passed

Ripping through the succulent silence

As tear in the pants

When you fall in public

She turns to me

Venom spitting forth from her eyes

“Its… Its Not What It Seems… “



~Stick around for the ending………

Its Not What It Seems.

I’m watching the tap leak again, 

Crystalline drops drop

To be reborn anew at the mouth of the faucet

I really should get a plumber

But I’m more worried of what he’ll plunder

As his pretence gets him in

Only to raid and thieve off my closet

I’m watching the drops fall

Trying to recollect themselves at the mouth of the drain

These are not water drops

Just but tear drops

My eyes as my faucet betray me

Leaking

Spewing my emotions on my sink

Laying me bare to the audience of bath soaps and brushes
I should put my shoes on

But the gravity of the task weighs heavy

Like a sack of cement

Sinks me into my couch

My mental hands caressing my emotional back

Dammit!! Who cut onions there and to my eyes brought them here? 

I can see the scruff marks where I kicked the wall yesterday

Trying to recheck if my pulse was real

Or I’m a walking phantom

“It’s time.. “

Beware unfinished sentences and awkward silences

They hide daggers and bear traps in their cloaks

Mischievously witholding dreams and emotions

Fervently caressing the dogs of subtlety

I look to the mirror and smile

I cant be crying before the time is nigh

“Soon it will be appropriate…”

Out I walk, cologne in tow, 

Soon I shall wed her

Soon she shall be mine.

Truth?

I’m weary of dreams

They cover eyes and blind to reality

Showing only joy and a touch of pain

Never really displaying the hurt 

The deceit

The lies peddled from the cart of life. 

Pulling a thread unravels the cloth

And coincidences I believe in not

Yet my loyalties lay bound in knot

And over my head cover my eyes with this tarp of cloth

To scratch a rusty peny 

Unveil its hidden treasures and ills

May be fortune, 

May be filth

But to seek truth 

The blinders should be torn asunder

Display the roads to yonder

Decide and choose 

The path to take

And the path to cede

For light to fresh eyes

At first is pain 

Then next its accustom

As such to see beyond the picket fence

A board must be pulled.

Thus show to me dear thread I’ve pulled

What lies beneath this cloth you built

A truth I know not yet of and I should

Or an overactive imagination keeping me glued. 

For I trust not what I hear

But I do see through your veneer. 

Story

I want to write a story

Something sublime and eery

With characters lust and antagonists bitchy

A story with tears

Giving birth and bleeding fears

Emotions so wild

You imagine them in your chest here
I want to write a story

Where monkeys cook tea 

Acting stereotypically British, raising pinkies

A story warping time

And the characters wrapped in twine

Coctails of spider silk and crocodile milk

And whiskey of elephant sweat

Brewed to perfection in a termite’s pelt
I need to write a story

Of a limitless dream

Inception with an incentive

Make you ponder 

Dream of this with your collective

Wake up and pinch yourself

But the pigs are driving

And the horses cant stop belching

Soup of beetroot and a side of grass

Washed down with an octopus’ gas 

So you cry foul

Wake up straddling an owl 

Spreading its wings

Revealing a tattooed breast

Of a human doing summersaults

Spreading butter on a donkey crest
I need to write a story

Thats creative and calm

Like Mr. Krabs with a bucket of clams

SpongeBob with a pram 

And poor squidward 

Oh poor squidward had sex and got left with crabs

Not the disease you rascal

The crustacean, how terrible 
So I’ll imagine this story

Until it diarrhea’s out of my brain

And makes love 

With my paper and pen

But the problem is one and mundane

How do I start to gather my thoughts then? 

With pensieve like Potter and Snape

Or Dumbledore and with his cape

Oh severus

Sever us 

Avada kedavra 

these words sinking deeply 

the character removed her bra

But what words these are

Not an inkling

Barely a twinkling of sanity

Confused so much 

Sitting next to my dead granny’s tree
One day I’ll write a story

And it will make sense

No jibber jabber

Or peanut butter

With words getting butt hurt

As my fingers eat beans

And words proceed to fart. 

So I pray this plea

I may be tiny like a flea

With the imagination of a cow doing peek at me

Or a chorus of frogs that swallowed a boat

But one day

One day

My story will be. 

I Spooned Creativity

I embraced the warmth of creativity 
Suckled it

Tasted its breast

Let its invigorating milk of expression flow into me

I cuddled in the warmth of its arms

Let it spoon me

Engulf my mind with thoughts unknown

Stared into its dazzling eyes

Sipped the sweet nectar

That oh so sweet nectar of its freedom
I made love to its sensuality

Let it caress my mind, oh yes, creativity 

The art of of its beauty 

And the beauty of its art

Intermingling

Making beast of two backs within me

Life is clear as should be

I was once blind

The cobwebs in my eyes are cleared

Now I see

With expressions

I birthed impressions

Into this world bring contemplations 

Believe me

I let it ejaculate

And the words leapt to the page

The run so freely

Just so you can understand this

I beseech thee’s’

I’m but a sword sheathed in Orion’s belt

Straight to the Pleiades of your mind I’m loosed

Run and and majestically battle

Like centaurs before me

Avoid oh Scorpio’s sting

Dance alongside Capricorn’s being

And by Pisces drink
I birthed creativity’s child

Swathed her in flowing robes golden

Drenched her in words flowing

Quenched her in milk, bold and 

Fed her from the springs of observing

Pitter patter, pitter patter

Its the officers,  hurry, scatter! 

Pitter patter, pitter patter, 

You can be an artist, it doesn’t matter, 

But so they said as I write quietly by

Plato watching the moon, 

Galileo seeing the sun he swoons,

Bend ideas and free minds

In a world of bondage and mental slavery

Take here creativity, be her wife

Show us what you see

Treat us, be kind. 

Let me fix that. 

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She feels dead inside

The light of her solitary candle flickers

Lingering

For a moment she’s at peace

But off it goes

Vanishing 

With it the last vestiges of love and care go

Into the dark recesses of her heart and soul

Carrying on its ethereal wings

All the joy and happiness she has

Leaving behind 

In its wake a growing, gnawing 

Darkness evolving

Showering and blanketing

Smothering her insides
She’s dead inside 

At a bar

Two knuckles of ice and a martini please

A flask of whiskey

A sliver of rum

She wants to get high tonight

Just like every night

Trying to ignore 

Scrambling to forego 

The luscious

Succulent 

Juicy and invitingly haunting darkness within

A room for two please 

No room for this piece

Not this peace

Calm and collected

Dazed and reflecting

Seeking

Comfort from the loins of the glass

Escape in the guy at the bar’s end, arms, 
She died inside

Cemetery of her love frozen over

Thinking 

Dreaming of her young love

Premature love that was 4 years too late

Walk me to my gate

Bang on the grate

My names Cate

I dont sex now, not till its late

Says he, she doesn’t want to wait

But this smile

This stubborn awesome smile

Stop this ache

Permafrost dissolve

I’m told

To wait? 

What are these words he spake 

Somewhere in the desert

Oasis takes shape
She’s smiling inside

He’s her bona fide

Partner in crime

Have something fried

I hate you because I tried

But you insisted 

Controllingly resisted

Gained access to my existence

And instead

Of being mopey and conflicted

Now Im happy, joy afflicted

I think that

You hid a flower thinking its dead

But what you didnt know 

Nurture and love was all it needed

To feel that

It could blossom and be 

The most beautiful thing

For sore eyes, my sight to see

Youve been hurting too long

Now come here

Let me fix that.”

Kisses.

I would…. 

I would tell you I’m happy 

But my tears would be lying

Trying but crying

My soul is fighting

For those of the fair gender

To not care I’d be a pretender

Pretence in subsequence

My allegiance is not

But the ills confered 

Inferred and inflected 

Upon, I do weep
I would say I’m scared

But the ease 

With which

Which with I conduct 

These songs to play

Perform to please

Enjoy and concieve 

Happiness in you

A shield wouldst form. 

Not immaculate conception

Bring for perception 

Disguise this perception

Calm bring your heart. 
I would say I’m fine

But these wrinkles

Wreathed with freckles

Freshly picked from my dalliance

In this alliance

In my daily dance 

Under the sun

Would my lie betray

Lest I 

Free feel to display

The questions

The who what the where and the how

Sitting here,  my hair, tearing it out

My soul to bleed

I beg carry me

Mercy please 

The cup of stress, may it cease

As your laughter 

Happiness will breathe

Into my weary bones, these, 

And finally 

In time, fine

I will find

I will be. 
I will tell you I’m now happy 
A smile you will see

A crack of sunshine

To light up my pale sky

But I 

Deep inside, know my

Joy was resting

Resuscitating

And recuperating 

In I. 

(image courtesy of Mavingo Photography… Captured at Blankets and Wine)