Combust

Controversial words on Facebook 

are uneasily digested,

attached with conformist words

fire into my notification window,

filled with bitterness they spike,

attacking breathlessly like a pike,

Do you wake up and think of our

surrounding sorrow? 

Hoes with painted toes,

 stroll around moan and go,

 beggars injured still snore 

whilst rain falls down each

sidewalk stone,

why is there such cause?

A never ending judging pandemic, for they 

have taught you to never ask why, 

but detached from any

affair you have to oblige - you stare 

afraid to question any affair. 

Living by chained duties we

 surpass the meaning of true beauty

 Nature sits between our thighs, 

like a w***e waiting 

for us to come inside.

Conscious I'm fearless of my duties, 

attempting once again to survive a herd of lions,

but I fear FAILURE more than death - death doesn't

have to carry you in the past.

Erected walls hand you no choice: 

 climb its cemented smoothness 

or die just staring at it! 

Hide the words from others, 

enclose them in notebooks, 

place them near a windowsill

let no one steal your will. 

Words have caused too much distress, 

many with burning tears accuse

the symbolic use, but rather fall

filling their hours on contemplating

beauty.

To those that believe there are still

hidden treasures beneath the silent waves

of our dying days, be amazed!

Nude you hide amongst city blocks,

 in complete isolation; 

stare without flickering a hair, 

Like decrepit soulless bipeds we lean

against the back of others, hoping

 to be lead by mothers & fathers.

Make love with energy, key to daily intake

of loving lustful carnal passion, for such

primordial instinct is proof  for us to thank

the Gods for one more day inside the cave.

Will we know it all, have we gone too far, 

most write for love, others for political awe (cause)

we write what we think we know,

too much our emotions grow (show.)

Hiding inside marbled walls, 

parents weave the children's head

with lies of some dirty cause,

 'friends' with rose petaled cheeks

will kneel, smiling beside it all,

 and tell you: they love you too.

 Parties, ceremonies and charity events,

just to show we are good and grand, 

filling the gap between you and them,

building a platform where you ought to stand.

Wearing the T-shirt they want you to, seeing

men that will be 'good' to you, lets crown them all

making minced pies out of those bitter sweet patrons

of ours that think they can rule us all.

 Oh Mozart what a requiem symphony...

Touch my soul so deep with saddened eccentricity,

my mind dreams of this stairway to salvation 

where music sets to free all temptations.

Loosing thoughts once again, how freely 

they wonder to hard to keep still.

Violent vibrant visions of water with ice,

suffocating the clouds of mined spheres whispering 

in thy ear: the lost love stories of fatal immortality

just to keep us near.

Romeo and Juliett to grand a love for us, a bitter

platonic end in sweet tragedy is a must, as it extends 

between rhythms and rhymes 

there is no ending time.

All of our loves one day will cease to exist,

running from the lips of our lover vanishing

away like thieves in the night.

Oh granted solitude tis only you and I,

plucking notes of despair.

What more does the eye have to see,

what more the heart to beat up those tears.

A voice: Madame Butterfly stirs

 passionate terror, sits at the edge

of a hillside, waiting for him -

hiding I will love you as pure ice,

truthful as the mountain peak stare 

down and entice each sights.

No more tears shall pass before your gaze, 

nothing I shall ask of you, 

truth rests in thy lover's nests.

Into these eyes we all stare,

 as our skin decides to ear 

feel the love too clear,

but alas we cannot hinder in this nest forever.

Tomorrow feels like its going backwards,

holding on for to long, will this bring me

far-long along the rocky cobalt stones, 

where the land drops ferociously

extending towards the sea?

Across the seas we flew, 

stretching determination

above volcanic peaks, 

surfed on beds of ashes

rushing pressure

ecstasy.

Faith is when you feel condemned to thee,

there we were, there, there was no fear,

there the mask disappeared,

there energy appeared.  

Pain is washed away but yet present,

Love f*****g, licking, playing unveils 

a true self - there my selfishness

was gone, time was not consumed but present.

Beneath the skies of our Gods 

we knelt to the Sun,

some words cannot be heard

some float above us. 

 

Reviews

[Hatchling]

Great poem Luna. I enjoyed reading this. Keep up the great work

[Luna]

Thank you Fluttershy really much appreciated :)