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Fantasy of forgiveness

The five sorrowful mysteries shudder within these pellicle walls, and they are not Enough Lost are the pleas upon deafened ears, what is the throat useful for Blood-sweat is fallen when waxen agony is traced with splintered fingernails The tattoos of repentance delivering languor for a broken mind, as meant to Nine tails cursing andContinue reading “Fantasy of forgiveness”

Turn away

Pale moons and darker still, unbearably vacant stares, full I find no tranquility in their solemnity Cheshired, cracked and barren; vacuity spewn I hide from their reflection, a bleb in the black; yet a reverie of craters spill shadows upon me Violent scars of their living, shallow and empty, trying beyond failure, to be theContinue reading “Turn away”

Black heart

This heart beats so slowly, pray it falls to slumber soon; caring when none others do Too many recitations of poetries, too oft resuscitations from hope Atrophied beneath a red riptide – a bloated, black lily – aimlessly afloat on the stream, against chuckles and chortles of the flow Let it gulp the fellness ofContinue reading “Black heart”

Aletheia

Bind the serpent daylight and dusk Leave no recourse for peremptory strikes Stave its bloodlust of injustice sensed Though saddened eyes see the truth Let them bear the duplicity, the weight The lids buckling from the silent berating Pressing upon the open heart, aletheia Light like waves, they float their tongues Doling empty words likeContinue reading “Aletheia”

Posies (pentaptych)

In heaven’s garden Pareidolia posies Blossom for his eyes – ❖ – Of a steel bouquet Where landed her fallen tears Rusted posies wilt With plastic smiles she cleans them For others thus they lustre – ❖ – Gathering posies In melancholia fields Sorrow’s redolence – ❖ – Half the petals lie When torn fromContinue reading “Posies (pentaptych)”

A drowning on Olive Skins

I am honoured to have a piece appearing on Olive Skins. Thank you to Devika, My Valiant Soul. Please continue reading A drowning via the link below. My thoughts are a drowning, dead like a floating head in formaldehyde I’ve not cried for him in an age, but dreams plow where the beast leads themContinue reading “A drowning on Olive Skins”

Open door (tanka, diptych)

Leaves an open door Candles illume the windows Someone always home Weeping for the entryway An open door not darkened – ❖ – Shadow dance enchants A door to childhood idyll The backyard tire’s swing In candlelight theatre Shadow puppet of a man art: The Underworld by Osnat Tzadok *20.05.22.08.00

Sunsets

I drown myself in the nascent, crimson gloaming of daylight’s dying When I imagine draining all the sorrow from within, this is how it is Infinite fissures hidden beneath a lustrous tulle of rubescence, an oveure of self-portraits defying existence in a savagely critical form of art, with the overwhelming innocence of mindlessness; irenic andContinue reading “Sunsets”

Who cares (triptych)

Falls in the forest Alone, cries from he and she Is he ever heard? – ❖ – Two hands reaching out Countless more push his aside To better hold hers – ❖ – She and he crumble Beneath the weeping willow The tree comforts her art: Light Over Darkness by Osnat Tzadok *20.05.17.11.22