Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

Time stood still for nary a soul,                     it dragged its feet, aching and old.  Blistering heat that made us melt,  we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.

Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back around I was on track to be a tragedy, before we collided, like stars You give me gold, you give me gravity, and it's more than fancy cars I was a lonely planet on my own Now you are the sun to my moon I orbit you and feel at home. I was in ruins, but I'm brand new. No distance between us, could break us, or tear us apart. Not miles, or minutes, not even lightyears would be too far for my arms. You light up my galaxy, our universe exists inside my heart. Closer than the others, if I'm Earth, then you are my Mars. You keep me human, keep me golden, keep me green, and grounded. Give me freedom, give me healing, eclipse me, leave me astounded. Celestially, you are the best for me, I rest my chemistry, and let you undress me. Effortlessly, you impress me, effervescent, I'm obsessing. Astro know me, come explore me, Supernova, satisfy my celestial body, cosmo comet, asteroid showe...

You,  made me believe that maybe we could  achieve  some picture-perfect peace to relieve, release; to ease our anxieties, undeniably the parts of us that were diseased our tormented entirety, oh how it reeks, this irony that maybe we could be free too blind to see there was no vacancy no vacancy for emotions that had no agency, amazingly abrasively, we returned to being strangers in the streets like two opposing ships at sea the beasts but not the bees like ghosts who would not grieve, the gifts that we received, that day that we, conceived this wicked web we weaved. a melodramatic make-believe. how prepubescent juvenile, infantile, without blessing, the next best thing. Inexpressive, undeniable inattentive, unreliable, wreaking havoc through speaking words so viable.

  Gigantic. I'm manic, Atlantic, like the Titanic. Why panic? Not like you'll be in the attic, or in the annex, you didn't vanish, these antics are so erratic, but you love my Johnson cos you know I'm Magic. You talkin to me? Let's talk about tragic. Gremlin like Gizmo, inspector gadget. Get you lit, wanna play with matches. No press passes, just fat asses, big butts, and tiggolbooties. Take you on a date, out to the movies. Make those milks shake sip on those smoothies. Call me big poppa, I'll get it juicy. Tequila shots, let's keep it boozy. Buy you a Mickey, let's get it Goofy. I'm not Bill Cosby, won't be no roofie. Dr. Huxtable without the Rudy. Don't come for me, cos I'm Judge Judy Got some splainin to do, you can call me Ricky, & you be Lucy. You can pick your nose, but don't get choosy. All tied up, so I say this loosely, if you act like Suzy, then you're gonna lose me. Come see the wizard, we could get real woozy. He...

  Dear warrior, while you weather storms through wars waged against your worth, remember, you have purpose, and come from the deep, cool Earth. Although the sinister & sly may have tried to steal the innocence of your smile, you remain; stand your ground & stay, you are so much more than sorrow, although it seems to be a stain. And when malevolent men manipulate through tactics meant to intimidate you cannot let them conjugate you, for they could never capture the courage that has made you. For you were meant to soar, do not let the rest clip your wings to steal your flight. Fly away, or fight, dear warrior– they could never dim your light.

When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble, like the thunder, I crash, then clap, snap, crackle and POP against the still & silent night I slip, and spew, acidic ash, then steal the stars right out from the sky. I scream, to shriek, to prey on passersby. I flash like lightning, with all my might, I bite, so brightly, fighting all the blessings in my life. My ego roars awake, it makes the ground shake, like I'm an earthquake, leaving disaster in its wake, determined to bruise our beautiful land, and dehydrate its lakes. I climb higher, growing stronger— making marks, and lasting longer. A tsunami of me, that spares no sinner, and saves no saint. Unrelenting, unapologetic for the lives I'd take. I throw a fit, and let it rip, and tear apart entire towns. A sonic boom that blasts and razes cities, without a sound. Voracious, when I vanish villages in overflowing, rivers of venom. Amplified by the acid that I spit, ambivalent, as I annihilate ...

  With each day I take for granted, I vow to appreciate the next, blessed with the opportunity to once again look, and feel my best.  With my feet firmly planted, my morals maneuver me through all the rest, as I have been granted another day to conquer the world and put my limits to the test.   Some may call me an idealist though I am as real as they come, as I refuse to succumb to the notion that we must all acquiesce to society's rules that really only just make us boring and numb.   I can paint my own destiny, I am the master of my domain, though my moods and momentum may change in an instant, I am grateful that they change at all, as my indecision shows I'm living, and still standing despite my many falls.   Others' attempts to understand me often leave them more perplexed than when they began, I am an anomaly and will not be mislabeled by any other man.   A human being, not one doing, I live and let live just as well, yet I am still often the...

  Superfluous in your sedation, a situation of inebriation. Projecting onto others all that fills you with trepidation. Your salvation seems to be entwined with degradation. Humiliation tactics result in little more than alienation; an isolated abomination enabled by your own frustration. And yet, you play the fool, act so coy, as though it's recreation, when it's really just cause for further consternation. The stars in your enchanting eyes could've been constellations, instead of this denial-footed dance that defines your docile narration. A creation of confidence kissed by complacence, I pray you find a way to heal before you pursue further relations. Irrigate your need for empty validation, before it eats away at your soul's starvation.