Pleasure of Words

How many poems! Were written to you... Dissolving my soul into words I smeared it in my sweet angst... Your ugly unkindness lacerated my Being Gathering its shreds... I continue, to 'Be' In nauseating disdain I write, my last word to you: 'You are a mockery of all that is Woman' Words will be written; not to your titillating flesh,but to men and women Whose beauty lies in their intelligence; in their Character; in their fights; not in their made-up looks Turning inward I seek, to realise the Self... In reclusive musing  immersed in, pervasive consciousness

Tumultuous thoughts swirl in mind's commotion Atoms of air stand in still suspension Sans mercy, silence gropes the Suffocating Soul Scorching sun spurred the agony and parched the Being Life's rhythm repeats   in the heart's beat I tug at the beard pull out a thought's shred; inspect its form and pull out another In dreamy thoughtfulness under the cloud's shadow, I rest in the lap of lassitude

You, a butterfly's flutter grazing a withered heart; Petrichor of the rain on a parched land; a shining star in the gloomy dark sky Unseen and unknown I had plunged, into misery's chasm gobbling life's filth Wilting petals of my existence spring to life as you whisper the secrets of love my passions rise, in your kind killing, my angers   douse in your sweet embrace You, my hope's last dyke my desire's last refuge my angst's last solace My heart squeezes into yours, caress it in your tender arms  and render relief Peace...

As Light falls, and Darkness diffuses into nightly space, I have not -   a home to go; a heart to caress; or a Soul to Mind But,I have a poem to write; a canvas to paint; a glass to fill; a song to sing; and   a dream to nurture I free the longing words; throw the chaotic colours; sing in wilderness; raise the glass Of sour fluid to Night's glory; meditating on my Dreams In distorted dizziness, yielding to vices, I wander, in loneliness, singing the song of Solitude

The sea shimmered, under the moonlit sky. Raucous waves rose and fell desiring the land Men and women relishing the memories of long last togetherness, sipped the drinks of their choice on the Beach's sand Yesteryear damsels, now mothers, & those playboys, now sporting a paunch. All discussed life's meaning and purpose In stupor,I uttered, the biblical verse:'Man does not live by bread alone'. Pouncing on me, they asked, what then? 'He lives by love; by passion; by madness;'I muttered Life has neither meaning nor purpose. Existence is it's meaning; usefulness to other lives; it's purposes

Shutting the glaring screen,  on to the street he  emerges under the sky clothed  in the  the dusky colours Of twilight Crossing the children hiding and seeking under the streetlight's glow, he gazes at the Town's madness  At the crossroads  he watches the blessed head home, and the wrecked loitering the pavements making choices for the night Walking into a tavern he crouches in a dingy corner Holding  the sour drink Swigs and fills...swigs and fills  All of life's bitterness washed down the throat  his head grews heavy in a toxic joy Into the late-night darkness  he emerges staggering on the Street  hung head swinging across  he finds the way in the absence of light