Healer

I collect others' karmic dust
cure &&& heal the unconscious
like a vacuum, I suction up
trials &&& trauma that disrupt
daily lives leaving them in disrepair
disturbances that dare to keep
them on the edge of their toes
like volcanoes verging to erupt.
Then wring my hands til blood
runs circling the sink accusing
everything but the boundaries
I don't put up, to protect the
sacred sanctity of my own sanity,
a counterintuitive cycle that needs
to complete, so that it leads to the
death of this dance that defeats.
Nothing compared to the joy it depletes.



Only Urgency

 

All this urgency to be alone,
incriminates me, inundating.
Arming me with emergency.
I am an aquamarine watercolour dream, edging on the verge of obscene. A tattooed, poke & stick masterpiece cavalcade of permanent ink. Contradictory to the notion that everything is fleeting. I am overwhelmed by the deafening of my own heart, that keeps on beautifully beating. With my expectations bleeding, I soothe my spirited sanity by silently shouting at the unseen that has me seething.

Dancing dangerously off-beat, I march to my own rhythmic remedy. Two-step maniacally between the melody, of my own unbecoming elegy. A eucharistic eulogy of Euphrates, Ecclesiastical elegy of Heracles.
Aristocracy oft-eating Pedigree, 
overheating from the thirty-third degree.
Incapacitated by the ultimate finality of an apocalypse that's nearing, so what are you wearing?



Lethal — A Poem About Harm & Proximity

When you pick me right up then toss me around, you tie my heart up in lies, say you wont let me down, right before I'm let down, you wring me out—then hang me up to dry


I keep soaking you up,
absorbing your love,
falling for your endless
fabrications.
ev'rything you do,
all the words you use,
your ev'ry single move is
calculated...

Added up our numbers,
evened out the odds,
multiplied the reasons why
I'm divided by these flaws

and I'mmmmmm frustrated from
separating your fallacies, trying
to piece together what to believe;
the truth you tell me is ill-conceived
and deep-ly deceitful.
Our love
could've been
superhuman
but it's just lethal.

Barbaric, savage; primeval.
Addictive enough to end a life,
and yet it's still legal.