My cherished love
Don't add tears to this world
Over the loss of fragrant
Forests and
Comforting rock

We are not stuck
In this nightmarish
Place
We'll dive face first
Into a painting
Of picturesque
Landscapes

Pull the paint off our
Arms
And smear new colors
Onto canvass
Here
We'll merge with
Art and start
A new life
In a world
Of our creation

Be in control
Of our own
Destination

The long seagull infested bay
Sprawled into life before my eyes
And as the breaking waves rolled along the sea edge
I observed the locals and their look of surprise
A tanned narcissistic looking officer greeted me
He seemed to float on the golden sands
"We found her here this morning officer" he uttered
"She was naked with just a scarf wrapped round her hands"
I saw the poor bleach blonde creature
All covered over by a pristine white sheet
A drown maiden washed in by the ocean
Her modesty now restored from head to feet
The investigations were long and gruelling
But the view and hospitality never diminished
I never felt anything negative here
From the beginning to when I finished
The killer was a lonely Moroccan tourist
Who misjudged friendship for something more
Such a waste of a beautiful life
Left naked on a postcard shore

I have yet to know a self I can call my own,
wandering through these bodies
the way one would try on clothes
but far deeper
than this analogy could ever dig,
I live with these identities.

I fall for them
the way lovers do in autumn,
keen that the coming winter
will leave me yearning
for the comfort of another,
but no sooner do the bells of spring
begin to ring in summer air
does the necessity of this comfort fade.
The temptation of sweeter fruit
hangs above me in the orchard shade
and an affluenza of potential
almost coerces me to stay.

Though no self have ever felt my own
I know within my heart, within my blood
and in my bones, more than anything
I am compelled to grow
towards entropy and complexity,
ascending, never settling at any plateau
a silverback drumming his barrel chest
and roaring into the void of the valley below
“What is next for me!”

and the answer is silence
(I should have known)

Hell of a life !!
Just listen, oh my dear,
please come here ,
show me some light ,
hold my hand tight ,

I just want to talk ,
we can take a walk ,
Oh please I do not need any help
something is moving under my scalp,

Am I really bothering you,
that's the story, got nothing to do ,
I am no more hired or fired,
mercy my Lord, I am retired !

no more tension to pay the bill,
time is the agony, *******,
though I am very much grown,
Deep inside, I am all alone , all alone........

"I know loneliness"
Whispered the single drop of sweat
As she dripped down my spine