all dried up…

Let them

for 3WW’s words for the week : intimate, river, waiting

let the river flow
let the heaven cry,
let the nightingale sing
and touch something
that cannot be seen
by the eye.

allow the intimate wind
whisper something lovely
to everyone’s ears,
show them the scars,
let them know you
are almost healed…

make peace to the sky
as they offer thunder,
keep the soul burning,
waiting,
for limitless color,
for never ending song.

curtains fall…

for three word wednesday , and for easystreets .

no, i can never deny
that irrecoverably basic
that you have just implied.
beast in mythological scene,
your unbelievable voracity is
creeping in.
bitterness is eating you out,
your braincells unplowed.
with that uncomfortable stare
emitting toxic, nobody can bear…
jealous coquette,
jumping, screaming
to your heart’s content.

smile for me, dear Monalisa
make me think of something
aside from sexy salsa.
lean forward, my dear Beethoven,
play me a tune danceable and mean.
but halt in trying just to convince
that your life is worth of
microscopic curiosity that
you were thinking, indeed.

your story’s worth a plonk,
your life is under a ticking bomb,
leave the stage silently,
or exit without a sympathy.
choose between the lesser evil,
the devil itself or the vast blue sea.
whichever you want,
one thing is certain,
how you live your life
will ends up in hell.

Evil’s Lair

from 3WW , words are Blurred, Illegal and Match.

your eyes matched your soul,
fierce, hungry, out of control.

you did nothing but something illegal
can’t help it, i so want you to die.

blurred vision, weakened knees
took advantage of me,
and you were so at ease.

murder is illegal, but not self defense
should have matched your guts
with blurred thinking,
i must have saved myself from
much aching.

go back in hell
where you truly belong,
such a nerve of you to ask your mom,
as if she can change what
you have done.

searching heaven

for 3WW kinda late.

delayed salvation,
in this forsaken kingdom.
where is heaven?

lost and out of focus
mind’s penetrated by mistrust.
is that heaven?

pointing to no one,
living in the name of the gun.
is that heaven?

trippin’ almost at the edge,
seeing hell in every body’s face.
where is heaven?

leech-infested society
crawling in each other’s identity.
where is heaven?