Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

I need to be vaccinated, immunized from those green eyes; pools of jade, that pull me under, they reel me in, then let me sink.  Why do I desire drowning? Like a bird made flightless from oil. Feathers drenched and dripping tar, all because I broke my own protocol. An oil spill like no other, leaking out as far as icy Arctic shores. You dyed the sea black— just like my heart is charred. Perhaps no prisoner before me ever dared to protest, demanding justice, or even just respect. Your unyielding innocence only leaves more room for neglect. This is a disaster, like no other before it, causing mass endangerment to marine animals, mankind, and ultimately, all life on this planet. Until you learn to leave on time, no love like mine will ever stay; even if your smile brightens my darkest days. This is the all-too-familiar recipe for another bad romance, so I'll take this chance to ...

I flicker like fluorescent lights when you feel more right  than rainy november nights A few unforgettable sighs  and I caught on fire— like frost made hot on an open flame I admire your intrigue,  float higher; unfatigued.  I aspire, you succeed.  Make me feel weak, between the knees  fom your mystique,  that soothes me,  it's so unique.  This technique unseen before by me,  sets me on fire, like a gas leak.  It douses me with desire, like I am antique,  and sends me reeling as I retreat into a rhythmic release immortalized  by an elite orchestra of my own adoration, obscene.  I perceive you as the precipice,  the karmic retribulated catalyst  of my lifetime's greatest hits.  I'd wreak havoc on the most chaotic  if it would win me a single kiss  from those lips, that leave my soul wet.  Perspiring, patting prudishly at the dew  that drowns me in the essence of you,  as bea...

How many times can I fall  for a different version of the same mistake?  I trip & I tumble, then I stumble,  my self-worth away. What can I do to feel brand new, revive the smile on my face? I've been broken down before, but this can't endure another day. I'm free-falling, and failing to be free. I am living life inside a bubble, and I'm in trouble, but I stay humble, to save myself from the insane. See, I've been down some streets  that seek to steal the shine right from these big-sad brown eyes; conquered all my monsters, defeated demons, and danced  with dragons, darling— I've dared the darkness to be brave.  Cracked, and I crawled, in combat, collected every single crown,  to claim the war in my own name. Correct if you think I commanded mountains, oceans, seas, and lakes. I caught the criminals before their crime, ambushed the armies at their gates. Yet still, somehow, I seem to stack  my odds against the victory, the  sweetness...

You can catch me on a jet. First class,  flyin Emirates, VIP, nothin less,  blazing trails,  makin moves,  settin sail, feelin cute,  private booth. 'Cos you can call me the don, di me "el diablo" Corleone; godfather, but Italiano mi no hablo. What’s a capo to a paco? A cannoli to a taco. Locos vato, roboto, so domo arigato. I'm the Moses, to ya Musa Billie the Kidd on appaloosa, not a snake like you, medusa. "Muey piquante, like papusas!" Send you postcards in the mail, souvenirs from every destination, sun-kissed locations, and hot spots  That got names with different  pronunciations. I'm Carmen Sandiego, mannnnn— they be like, "Where in the world is he?" Catch me if you can,  like Taz, i got you feelin' dizzy. Better move fast, you know I gotta do this quickly, before I  blast off: blink and you might miss me. So, bon voyage, bitch, I take off and text you flying kisses.