NOX Micheal Kobi Onwuazo “Calidum et amabile regnum aestatis” ”
NOX TABLE OF CONTENTS [Written on the 28th of June 2023] Preface………………………………………………………………………………………….....3 Lux……………………………………………………………………….…………………..…….4 Aurora.……………………………………………………………………………………….…..23 Aurum………………………………………………………………………………………….....39 Casus………………………………………………………………………………………...…...50 [Page numbers may vary depending on the format, the numbering for the contents is designed for the google docs standard.]
PREFACE This book is the first anthology of my 72 poems and it consists of 39 poems that are loosely similar in purpose, structure and content. The book contains poems that range from more reality-focused poems in ‘Lux’, to more fiction-based poems in ‘Auroura, to some semi-autobiographical poems in ‘Aurum’, to finally story-based poems in ‘Casus’. The name of this book is ‘Nox’ which means night in Latin. I chose this name to further the duality between the two anthologies, as together both the anthologies are ‘Night’ and ‘Morning’, so they act almost as binaries for one another in cohesion and unison. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this anthology and I truly desire that you can take something meaningful out of this long piece after a profuse read. Thank you again for reading and thank you for your time.
LUX Les Saisons, Infusco, Droefheid, Amore, Amarillo, Sleep, Stages, Enlightened, Descent into madness.
Les Saisons Warm and lovely summer’s reign — filled with precious summer day — lava sun about the umber land, with blazing rays and golden sands — and torrents splashing along the beach, with pebbles drizzling in summer heat. --- Frail autumn, born to thieve, the very life of what summer breathes, with malaised leaves and crispy air, and the flowers withering yet appearing fair. --- Tempest winter full of storms, drives the sun out of its gallant form; fraying as the outlaw in his very final hours. Haste rivers halt and the fish pale like rice, and there be it all the lands are filled with ice. --- But spring has come to overturn, and icy peaks with fire burn — the morose skies and lands of blue, hath come to pink and bright violet hues, The flowers rise and sing again, the mammals yawn in mountain dens, the horses mutter and pout their feet, and squirrels rush to meet their feast. --- So here it ends, all season’s tales, From harrowing winter to great summer’s belle. [May 19th 2023]
Infusco Is this all life has to offer Agony, Death and Destruction? --- In the myriad of guns ablazing, Infant children are barely living; Bodies frail as bones are itching And eyes afraid are down and twitching, As fathers leave to meet with war; Leaving mothers dry and poor; It’s agony in its purest form. --- When piggish Kings come to town for tithing Under the command of heaven’s law Know that kings collect this wealth To only aid and help themselves But do it in such distasteful stealth To thieve from those so weak in health, As starving peasants cannot try to fight Plated guardsmen and also heaven’s might; It’s destruction in its truest light.
--- In barren kingdoms where disease is folly Where malady consumes many people’s bodies People loath and trudge to madness For where is hope in this derelict sadness? As plagues enslave them by frigid threads And slaughter swaths of both girls and men; It’s death and doom and hell to them. --- Is this all life has to offer Agony, Death and Destruction? For in this life there seems no escape From the beastly worlds this Earth has shaped. [May 14th 2023]
Droefheid Tethered to the shadows of my soul There is grave misery to be told; Rich in mournful ache that drains The very life of me with furnished pain. --- And there be anguish that pulls me thin Exhausting vibrance off my sallow skin; And my eyes shake and tremble for all I face Is sorrow and decimation in this poignant place. --- Leaping tears brashly mirror my despair; A wave of emotions no man can bare And in all my tumult, my soul takes to unrest For every element of this universe seems sad and depressed. --- Yet depleting in darkness with nowhere to flee I still frantically salvage for a way to break free For in all my turmoil under life oppressed
And gnawing for future, I see happiness; --- Gazing towards me with tolerant eyes Full of redemption and the promise of life. [May 15th 2023]
Amore Dare I speak of the spire of love! With all its order and towering stages- Few find love’s full rapturous creed And others taste its acerbic seed --- But first, the mother and her gumless babe In the midst of tiger yet temperate day Her love is princely and more than time And durst not speak against its paradigm --- And then the lovers like a watery creek Their love so scattering yet so mystique And every hour is spent floundering away To life which seems so pert and gay --- Or, in the dungeon made of savoury stone Where liquid beauty sits all alone Distilled in sapphire and all cash can bring Yet under dominion to that cowardly ring ---
Or thou that takes to salacious affairs And through immorality all love is theirs And in the moment their hearts esteem! But there be no love in their brooding schemes --- And then we have the mourning wife And husband dead without his life Berevaed she weeps from day to gloam For he was all her heart had known. --- So then I ask, I dearly plea Shall ye be bound to love’s decree Dragged to riches without a soul With wetted eyes and no control? --- As dead are many in love’s duress And all their lives are fringed with stress But if you take to amour’s bow Be prepared for high’s and low’s; --- As one in love is in deceit If there is none for love to meet. [May 19th 2023]
Kyoto Tatami mats and wooden roofs Hides Kyoto’s rooking truths As samurai who fear not death Scheme around with callous breath; Scared Japan is on the brink Of war and mayhem in a single blink. --- Henched inside the sprawling hills Buddhist priests do rituals And take their vows in secrecy And pledge against iniquity; Amending life they truly think Is void of any righteous link. --- Puffy eyes show the poet’s strain Made in hard and toilsome pain For who else is fit to make the world Ecstasy in simple words? So even as sakuras pink They tell of life with quill and ink.
--- [Diminishing verse] [May 21st 2023]
Sleep Hear my cries for blessed sleep For anguished day has its cursed marks imprinted; Let midnight’s torment find swift release. --- When darkness crawls out of hellish prison And the prince of evil has his vigour risen Hear my cries for blessed sleep. --- Let midnight’s torment find swift release. For night hides all armouries of mal desires Filled with treachery and airless fire; Hear my cries for blessed sleep. --- For deep in sleep the child in me Forgets the world with spirit glee; Hear my cries for blessed sleep. --- When in drowsy hours when sun is killed And my chamber fills with all kinds of wills
I bid you there to kiss my head And bless my dreams on my exhausted bed; Hear my cries for blessed sleep Let midnight’s torment find swift release. --- [Villanelle form] [May 26th 2023]
Stages Envy not the lives they lead The fortunate with their bosoms overflowing Silver coins and rounded assets growing Sneering smiles yet champagne singing; Fluffy gardens made by slaving beings; Riches brew the sin of greed. --- Envy not the lives they lead Famous faces made blind by flashing lights Their faint sense of morals; of wrong and right Impaired by scenes not seen by light; The cost of honour in the camera’s sight; Riches brew the sin of greed. --- Envy not the lives they lead The capitalist hell-bent on gains And for the workers the gruesome gift of pain For profits sleep while workers play; Riches brew the sin of greed. ---
Envy not the lives they lead The sissy harlot with her wicked deeds Her exotic charm with married men Cause war with marriage for it is said “Be faithful husband until the end” But love for them can change and bend; Riches brew the sin of greed. --- Envy not the lives they lead The hoodlums and their anarchy Born to kill with atrocious wrath For their way of life is made so black By all the warmth and care they lack; Riches brew the sin of greed. --- Envy more the lives they lead Those tortured by feverous skies And failing against the race of time As every day is more demise And future holds just more neglect Even as rich hands collect; Riches brew the sin of greed. --- And then there’s you with life to lead
Working away with barren teeth A slave to business without a choice Without a say, without a voice And there you choose to remain a toy? A meagre puppet to corporate ploy; Envy not the lives they lead For riches brew the sin of greed. [May 29th 2023]
Enlightened On every line and every verse And every stanza made on this drabby Earth The sulking poet thirsting thrill Takes to pen and inky quill To make adventure and tell of tales Of grumpy women and irate males Who find themselves with their love impaled; That is the life of the poet. --- On every sheet the thinker wields And scruffy beard as thick as shields He scribes the truth that none will hear For people strive to never fear Lest life's facade abruptly tears; That is the zest of the philosopher. --- On every score on the music book And every string the finger hooks The sound of music shakes the land And dying ears and sleeping hands For every note gives to his command; That is the power of the musician. --- Then the theatre opened wide Where crowds of bourgeoise subside Attire posh and toes so poised And seats that make not the slightest noise Are heeded keenly to the drama's craft
For every second of play is mapped And all his characters, from head to thumb Are made to rid from Eartlhy glum; That is the law of the playwright. --- Then the artist bound to solitude; Confined to the bars of erratic passion, Strokes his brush in pure ecstasy Yet many call it \"lunacy\" Even not with the eyes to see The artist's masterful creativity; That is the way of the artist. [May 30th 2023]
Descent into madness When Earth is burning, lands are scourging, trees are frying and lakes are drying; as heat is pouring and man is falling; all you can do is take to madness. --- In the business world of savvy stakes, where stocks are sold at breaking pace, men around you deprave their minds, for goodness died in this wicked time. Profits surge and money rains, but made in ways so full of shame; all you can do is take to madness. --- When those in excess live like kings, and consume all kinds of royal things, but on the backs of those distressed; whose lives are made a constant mess. And then you watch them sing and fest; truly living their very best; all you can do is take to madness. --- When in the slums and on the streets, where beggars come to find their feast; commoners struggle for a simple life, for every day is a day survived. And every place is full of stone, with soulless blocks they call their homes, as bloody gangs rule the nightly streets; flashing guns like brandished treats; all you can do is take to madness. --- When leaders call of bloody war, and all the people are deeply torn; vehement against any kind of conflict. Yet marching out you come to find, you must torture the weak and blind, or be a victim of your kind, and so you take to be sublime; bodies amass on fickle plains, and there your hands with blood are stained; all you can do is descend into madness. --- When men around you drink like fools, and let themselves be used like tools; by anger and all forms of senseless violence. The girls you see are full of sorrow, for all they wish for is a good tomorrow, but then they chase such dangerous men, with dashing looks and hearts so dense; who do great harm with evil arms, but love they not the nerds with charm, for women chase for ‘light alarm’; all you can do is descend into madness.
--- When sickness comes in stealthy form, keen to shape and terraform; transforming joy to shambling health, and draining out your beauty’s wealth. Your hair is thinning and bones corrode, and your only comfort is your metallic phone. You’re free of teeth or sturdy legs — even thoughts inside your rotting head; all you can do is descend into madness. --- And then the ones you love so much, the ones that dare not leave your clutch; that make your day and all its woe’s, inanity in a single go. They are those who make you strong, who find your courage when you are wronged, yet live to be your greatest foe, for they control your mortal glow. “Become a doctor”, “Make us proud!”. Or friends who urge you to be wild; know you have no place in them, and that is where your voidness stems; no wonder life is gone of gladness, that is why you take to madness. [May 30th 2023]
AURORA Sauveur, Null, Roamer, Soured Spring, Deceased, New Year’s, Saxon, Dourado,
Sauveur Oh, save me gleaming saviour! Heal the dreary night, And all that lingers in blackness that thrives without light. In the rayless and dimmed chasms, resurrect the glow of day That makes all evil doers to flee far, far away. --- Sparkle with a dazzle that sterile eyes cannot miss That banal minds and bedevilled ears cannot dare to dismiss, And tend to the hopeless, who swim in loathsome sorrow With enough spirit to give meaning to a tickling tomorrow. --- Gleam warmth with rage and lead crowds of men to cheer, And let those despondent be energized when they hear The glitter in your voice that kills the ringing hiss Of a moon’s tongue so terribly void of any bliss. --- Soar above the clouds and reach the roaring peaks And humble the crowing boastful sky. And with your flame, let all zest blaze the way For darkness to perish and die. ---
Until the rash sun shall rise again Be the roof to my shelterless homage, And nurture stir inside my moistless heart That blackness has seized and stripped apart. [November 16th 2022]
Null Shall I forever sojourn in doleful sadness In this ceaseless world of gloam? Where dank stars shall never twinkle Nor lard sun shall ever glow. --- Or should I nestle into the rash vacuum And reside in banging black abyss; Lonely and dearly yearning for Both my enemies and those I miss. --- For joy is a stranger in my bleak existence Robbed of faux love that rots in hell In a scourge of baking naked flames That devours and swells and swells. --- And my starved lips cannot beg for blessings And my whimpered hands languish with sickle skin- And my eyes sing a songless poison That withers me from within. ---
My dizzy head cannot fall into stuffy slumber; No sloom can escape those waĺlowed moans That jeers and berates my broken Loose and gutted bones. --- For fate shall always devise ways to make me feel Bitter and scornfully sore As loafing around in razed misery I madly long for slightly more. [November 18th 2022]
Roamer If you hear the wails of a haggard wanderer And you see coarse lips pressed down in doom With young, able legs that drifts around And eyes derelict, consumed with gloom. --- And you see hope glitter to that tragic soul In the midst of scoffing mountains and sky of opaque coal Then be not surprised when he returns to gruelling sloth And looks more displeased and eyelids ever goth. --- As amongst the eyes and the iris’s sharp glare All avoid his aspect and his tired-looking stare And even if he shall scream all ears would freeze stiff And act like their hearing had fell off a cliff. --- And if he was charity they’d all come to thieve And do away with any manners or any virtues they believe As money is all a spell that their greed cannot desert Or forsake with idle oaths as it joined them in their birth. ---
And if he shall find freedom then grief shall try to thrive And ruin him in deception and impeccable disguise And with that drop of power grief begets the little joy Into dying away from the heart of that hopeful boy. --- And when he feels a little glad with a smile across his cheeks He’s tossed around like scum and called to be a freak And even as they mock him his fists cannot fight As all his zoom and energy has dulled as dark as night. --- But listen to him dearly as he has nothing more to say Except let him be free from every poor and drowning day And do not befriend the perished loner because you see he looks so sore As you are the sole reason he lives life battered and feeling torn. [November 26th 2022]
Soured Spring A flower used to blossom in the ravenous spring And serenade kind ears as it lept around and singed Reviving dead rustle with the song of soothing words That raised the wailing trees and flocks of dismal birds. --- A flower used to blossom in the ravenous spring And frolic around heartedly with blazing petal wings Painting plains in colour that erupted from the song That the flower used to sing from dusk till morning’s fog. --- I used to know a daffodil who loving was a crime Who exceeded with beauty with the vex of passing time No wrinkles or blemishes would caress her crayon face That radiated to the angels and planets far in space. --- I used to know a rose a caring touch of crimson red With such cheer and compassion that did away with any dread And a smile that hanged so brightly through her eyes a pinkish gaze That used to raise the glum of life to glory every day. ---
And I used to love a bluebell that ran shameless through the seas And fever did not touch her, and neither did disease Nor did any evil linger, or prey above her head Until a fraud deceived her and left her for the dead. --- A flower was murdered in the crippling spring; A corpse burned in the gushing heat And there I tried to pretend all is healthy and well Even as the reaper had sounded demise’s bell. --- A flower must wither as winter comes to howl As the grasses stop their chatter and cretins come to growl As the yanning of the dirt resides to a dormant halt And clouds loiter around like heavy bags of salt. --- No flower blossoms in the hell of soured spring, No cries, no pleadings would return what melody used to bring To the bickering hills or the chyme-starved breeze That used to smile when the flower would sing. [November 30th 2022]
Deceased My eyes once knew a lovely lady Full beauty with olive eyes With long liquorice hair resting with desire, And every other quality a good man would admire. --- She was richness worth more than meagre praise And like sorcery, enthralled me all my joyless days And every silent moment I yearned sorely for her glow That seized the gorgeous heavens and all perdition that was below --- Yet I knew my love for misery and not by cherished name I knew my angel for wretched moping and the gloom inside her frame And I wish with every fickle second that she could be a lady less weak Knowing she’d die alone in that dark damp creek. --- Crippled were my eyes for she was lifeless in miry mess- And her naked legs pierced sharply through her vintage daisy dress And I could only think of that smile she blessed me the other week But now she was dead in that dark damp creek. ---
And men dashed to carry her from the ick of slushy mud And dragged her corpse around leaving trails of precious blood- Then came the rites and I got to see her pretty head And looking so gorgeous I forgot my love was dead. --- But then life whipped me sober and she was buried in the grave And tears rolled down my cheeks in long and taxing waves- And no longer can I love again with future ever bleak Knowing my love had died alone in that dark damp creek. [December 1st 2022]
New Year’s I saw a fairy dancing in the midst of flower grove Under gentle darkness on the steps of pebbled cove With red hair slowly drooping and eyes sparkling right at me And luscious soft pink lips as gorgeous as can be. --- And even in the commotion with the sky awash with fire And markets with busy stalls made full with eager buyers There she stood so wonderful as she spelt me with her song That trickled out her rosy lips when the fireworks were done. –--- And just like fleeting dreams, eternal was the night Under the guise of silver stars and blanketing moonlight; But I knew in that speckles moment that this love would never be That a future with this astral beauty was one I could not see. --- And so I made her a royal garland and laid it on her head And I tell you light radiated with the flare of sparkling gems And there I said ‘I love thee’ with tears masked behind my eyes And left her to celebrate the holiday as I bid my love goodbye. ---
And now the season ticks again and she aches my cushy heart And woe’d be me sincerely as her memory cannot depart As even in the new year, she is still all my heart desires As every day without her grows more troubling and more dire. [January 1st 2023]
Saxon Once I had the most serene of spirit And life was faultless peace And day by day ample blessings rained And soothed the sting of my incessant pains. --- When the church bell made its holy ring I tinkered the harp to its highest And I called for angels — yet cruel darkness came And followed with it the derelict rain. --- I gave the orphan a house of boisterous cash And senile woman a warm hand to clasp But Ne, they hexed me with wicked words And made my compassion leave this horrid world. --- I gave the ill colour to their sickened heads And sang them hope in their deserted beds But Ne, curse followed and I was cast To a vacant barn full of the scent of ass. --- Yet pace a stead I could not find to ride
So I lived in anguish by the stale riverside- Longing death to bless a life Where sorrow burns and pain is rife. --- So beg a reaper to come claim a soul Who withers under flinching cold As all vitality flees away From my world of despondence every grisly day. [January 19th 2023]
Dourado Sitting poised towards the light In peace through wroth and stormy night With nails that claw away at baying storms And eyes teeming with infectious warmth. Obsidian hair flickering in noiring night And braids scintillating in wisping summer spring; For her rosy cheeks hides beauty’s wonderous name With a soul of joy more than kiddish games; And a voice that could psalm till end of day And charm the fairy at magic bay And have a rarity; a selfless heart And greater genius than all dexterous arts. As sitting towards the enchanting light Gleaming under the crepuscular moonlight With bearing fine as diamond stone And rid of anguish on her blameless bones; --- There she be my golden love Even gone and up above. [May 2nd 2023]
AURUM Twinkle, Grey, Fallen, Dysphoria, Static, Clamber, Sunshine, Ode to the Motherland
Twinkle My days have become dull and somber. They have turned cheerless, vacant and dour. No more does it beat to a lively rhythm or dance to the song of promise. No more does it find hope when future is a lame solace. My days have been fettered down to the drab and dismal of corporate sorrow. The mornings now remind me of the upsetting fate I must unwillingly follow. The clock has now made me a frantic of time, desperately aching for even another malign minute. Even my dreams have retired and the black of the sky is the colour to my slumber. But you my dear hold the key to happiness, and the secrets its treasury prides to hide! You bear the 7 stars of heaven, with a glow so celestial and divine. Charm, glee and gladness, love, grace and droll, and beatitude to cherish the immaculate undying soul. ou princess of cyan eyes and perfect yellow locks have given me colour in my lucid blindness. Your milk garment carries the essence of diamonds but the docile zeal of kindness. Oh! you placid girl born to glitter and sweet glamour, help me to find my path when my direction has been hammered. I adore you without breath as I praise your humble sight, and your giggle that leaves me in a paralyzed delight. You are the twinkle my heart has ached to feel, something vibrant, vivacious, rigorous and real. My voice is only whispers to the accolades you receive, from all the stars and planets, to the night air and the passing breeze. You, my royal darling has set me free from my earthly slug, and the issues that always bugs me into pain and self-dishonour. You have let me walk when my legs have failed for strength, and when my bones have found themselves bent in helpless horror. Sit on that rock forevermore and let me capture you with my words, and every aspect of your majesty before your beauty becomes blurred. --- But alas, you are only a brief moment inside my head; when I rest my feeble body on my frail and itchy bed. You sleep in my conscience yet your presence is hard to find, and only by my dreams do you finally seem to arrive. My snow white, be not a construction of my grief! Or no more than a mode for me to have relief. I want to embrace you till both our souls blend — and love each other dearly until the very final end. [September 10th 2022]
Grey You cannot hide from black and dark desires; those cold and cruel callings that slowly swallows you the longer you pretend to contain them. There is no winning against those vile and vulgar antics your thoughts urges unto you; that lulls you by seedful deception into its disaster. Do you not know that we are all born into evil, that our souls are soaked with callous sin even before our consentless existence? That from the moment the shield of gestation transpires you are let out to grow into the savage that destiny has vowed to the devil that ye shall become. Why do you fear your feral nature; those cretinous cravings designed to slaughter? Why do you not address but bury your own malice deep inside your shattered moral falter. The judgments and odd ordinances you decree unto fallen brethren is same persecution your thinning merit fights against your perversion. The tragic manner in which you despise the vices of misdoers are the same vices that poison you from within. The lifeless eyes and remorseless palms that are capable of graving the living into mangled corpses are the same brothers that we have nurtured in our own ways. The wisdom you consume and heavy virtues you extol have done nothing to prevent moral catastrophe. The morose truth is that this world has already been contorted beyond redemption; so astray from soundness that the clutch of darkness is more compelling than brightness. Hopeless is it for man to continue charging in this eternal and dateless path, based in empty laws and convictions that hath not stopped monstrous acts in its tracks. In this wicked world, no righteous men are called to high places; but the malefic are praised behind the mask of pure and innocent faces. [October 16th 2022]
Fallen The air has stiffened and the wind has lost its whistle. Joy has thrown out its smile and sorrow has forgotten frowning. Colour has been drained and gloom cannot be contained. Charm has rejected affection and all has become vain. Laughter has given up its giggle and returned back to scattered noise. Confusion has bred with madness and rage has been blessed with its adoption. Bliss has been kept idle in this lecherous dungeon; broken, belittled, and alone. Cheer has been released into darkness and has become lost in the eternal continuum. The sky has unshackled the clouds into the sharp and lifeless rivers. Thorns have strayed from damage and has lost their sworded prick. Trees have become bony without leaves or branches to reap. Fruits have rotted and its sweetness has turned a soured stale. The soil fails to trickle in a world robbed of nourishment. Faint cobweb snow swings around tiredly; hustling timidly down splintered mountains. Cretins cease from diversity in sweltered patches of grey grassland. The glow the crescent giant once had has ran away before it illumed a single glow. Nature seems to leave existence and has lost cause to search for meaning. Cities have plundered to rubble and mankind now dances with Hades. Skulls capture the lost wisdom and flesh has become an ancient relic. Soon the seas betray the fallen earth and collapse Earth’s decay to extinction. Now the world, the empty plain it has become sings the tale of extermination. [September 6th 2022]
Dysphoria Your potential has gone mute and you thrive solely off the fallacy of fantasy. Your liaisons and risque adventures have left you penniless and crippled. Your smile has forgone its merry and has become sore with sadness. Your stare has lost its twinkle and your voice has bygone its calm. In worry, you loiter around the beach on a clement evening to remember the gorge of sunset, only to feel more battered by its snappy withdrawal. With concern, you look to play in the dandruff rain only to feel more miserable with each droplet. The contentment of the mornings now feels like the scorching tingle of fascist light. The snooze of the evening has given up its temperant delight. To relax, you attempt to delve into the ambience of the tranquil forests which only feels like a hardened box of nature’s damper. Now with anxiety, you hear the words of your loved ones as slanders slipping off their vicious tongues. The chatter of birds sounds like the squawking of devils. The melody of music yields misery instead of elation. All denies you pleasure or begs to satisfy your eager needs. Now dreary, you have been ousted from confidence with no place or power; as you wait for the time the clock ticks doom’s hour. [September 6th 2022]
Static The world I know is chafe and decrepit, and I weep over my fate as one of its unlucky inhabitants; living a life of timid fear with neighbours who’d pay handsome riches to see their enemies fall into an exceptional demise. When I look to the sky, I see a filthy sky, lightless as the blaze of capitalism rages on; shadowing the coal air in a thick and rayless blanket. When I lower my eyes down in agony to look onwards to the horizon, I see no more of the vibrant forests but their graves under the rising hills of obese and derelict dwellings. When I look towards the sea, begging to witness the serenity of swashing currents, all I feel is fear and betrayal as the water hurries to digest all the sand and houses placed neatly by the cackling coastline. My most relished fares, which once nourished me tenderly cannot satisfy me slightly as it leaves me famished and feeling more pathetic. I cannot even rest my head pleasantly, as the sting of blood-curdling screams and the deafening ring of silent sadness keeps me up every night in pitch blackness. If only I could hold the string of the faintest amour as it slides out of my coarse and obscene fingers. There seems no more a need to smile or experience thrill with true consistence, as I fight a bitter struggle to not give into despair with my defect resistance. [November 13th 2022]
Clamber Why shall the soul be driven by hate and not by love or compassion? But by the stain of flesh that boasts of wretched violence. Why shall man forget and be astray from the charity of clemency? Guideless and bewildered by the disturbance rashness has framed out for him. Man adores the cocky mind and skyful ego that is acid dead of nourishment; tenderless as stale, tearless salt. It is as the lethal knifed thangs of snarling serpents laced with infectious venom that stabs hoarsely into moist and velvet skin. Man is like that of an orphaned child beguiled by villainy; falling into the cascade of starved affection and allusion of strength by cowardice. The eye he weighs on his burdened build is invisible to the world around set on a roaring fire; a hidden flame so ferocious the whole planet is dilated with red and jaded blazes. Man seeks out triumph over limits he will never succeed; naive as a sailor on a squalid ship lulled into the facade of facing the might of the heckling ocean. Even with cherished teachings passed down from humble origins, man still yearns with all the soul in his infested heart to mimic the raw and awful nature of feral cretins who are a mere service to man; and yet he sets free his slave of aliments. Man is no more the perfect image designed in labour and tinkered with toil, But a tale of knavish monsters who reek of murder and makes blood boil. [November 2nd 2022]
Sunshine You were my sunshine, my christening blonde star, as even in our distance your warmth was never far. You provided me with comfort that eased all the hurt, that the wicked planet I knew would regularly assert. You gave me fickle power when you’d endear my lonely heart, which for so long had been battered and broken apart; As my soul was all in shatter until you came to my aid, and sang me your songs of such intimate praise. Your innocent smirk and the rawness of your gaze would always leave me glaringly amazed. And I will never forget the lustre of your hair — that gave me the will to conquer my congruent despair. --- You lit up my eyes with every passing moment; you were the true sacrifice for my misery’s atonement. As your gorgeous smile smashed my heart to two, and nothing but those soft pink lips indulged me more with you. Somedays you were blameless — then others you were lewd, but no matter what you did I was always tenderly seduced. --- Yet nothing is born to perfection in this world of wroth confusion. As our love in this prudish era is simply delusion. Our talks feel vacant, void and unfilled, and it almost feels like our love is eerily frozen still. Somedays its exchanges more than the sincerity of words, when we let out our desires in more erotic terms. Our worlds are vastly different when your mornings are my nights, and when we are together the timings’ never right. --- And we are separated by the border we know to call the sea, and so far we are two lovers that simply cannot be. But even then my precious sunshine with time do not give up on me, even if we are separated by these challenges I see. One day I shall be with you and we shall be free! And love each other softly in the American breeze. --- But the time and difficulty in planning and travelling alone, is a massive headache all on its own. ---
I still dream I can be there, resting by your side — but until then, love me —over the Atlantic tides. [February 18th 2022]
Ode to the Motherland Nicely wrapped dandelions bloom till the dawn of dancing spring, along the green padded fields and the great yelps of the seas. --- Like a mother calling to her lover my nation calls to bay, the tiniest of petite children to laugh, sing and play. --- Our cities are plastered with gable, and rigid stones to build the streets, with lovely canals, ships and bridges and romantic places to eat. --- Buildings dine with nature as amicably as can be, and the calm cries of clouds rejoice serenely to be free. --- A homeland of ranging pleasure, so illicit but safe and sound, so no harm is ever incurred when messing around. --- The poor smile giddily with flats so vast and huge, decked with great kitchens and ponds rich in deep blue hues. --- The housewife is equal to her husband and her children lead kind lives. As no misery causes them struggle in this faultless paradise. ---
Honesty is held with grandeur; the government is generous to all! Not the ones whose pockets are loaded, but mainly those whose cash is small. --- All people are esteemed people and seen without distaste, as all traditions are wonderful in this small inclusive place. --- Even in mellow winter when the sky is sad and sulks, the people find ways to keep a smiling, joyful pulse. --- Blessed be the nation of this ode and of their love; The nation which harboured my strange, foreign blood. [February 22nd 2022]
CASUS Komunista, Violé, War-Torn, Mizéria, Regina, Cedo, Basileus, Fairy, Treasure, Joanna, Onore, Seirá, Mörder, Fortis
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