Sonnet – Ancestral Trail

Meager Metamorphosis

gores filled with phlegm embroidery of mucus lent by the horns of lust heightened seizures strenuous sucks stupored stomach sans eupepsia walls painted red per chunder susceptiveness gulped pleasure drooping irritation met seizures twain donated to punctures tempest subsided grinding stone guided unbridled waves scolded age ameliorated the blood this new flesh christened love. 19:10:13:09:54

D’ duel

When I saw the sun projecting its ray as inflection on the sea mystic silhouettes on the waves fall I thought I’ve seen it all stanced sequoias sharing selvage with clusters of figs along boulevard of a lake a reflection of elegance the mating draw I thought I’ve seen it all littered stars complimenting theContinueContinue reading “D’ duel”

In Depend Ends

Good Evening ma. In Depend Ends On the eve of the new call, wits mated with passion, zeal donated by conception, hypersensitive pulls attracted all, contracts into a horrendous span as independence made for the span. But after those, the cry was severed by greed seasoned by ills inflected by politics, as all patriots theContinueContinue reading “In Depend Ends”

Such Is Life

I was thinking I was going to squat bother the tree tame its leaves pluck the fruit and manage the veins nature drew. He was thinking he was going to jump appease the tree incite its leaves convince the fruit and devour the veins nature drew. Such is live. 19:09:26:20:37

Órtos

I swear to thee, by season’s crazed weapon, That squeezes life out of choices’ favor. By the seductive magnet of the hay, That distorts holiness of the yet day. By figures scribbled by the light’ning, Concealed by the cloak of the lofty mists. By the lyrics of the dusk in octaves, Maintained in melody, rhythmicContinueContinue reading “Órtos”

A Folktale II

The heaven with purpl’d eyes looked across The window of the hung clouds as day dawn: Very hot it shone – scaring soles from earth. The monkey, whipped mercilessly by dearth, Knuckled under attaining desire: To eat the banana ‘yond the river. The dillema that tucked him under wish, Was but his inability to swim.ContinueContinue reading “A Folktale II”

Juxtaposition III

Juxtaposition III I Her beauty is like the dawn of the day, Gentle and mild, pricking the strings of hay, In such melody that outweighs the hearts, Bewitching all mouths to move in her art. Even the sun grudge thy lofty beauty, That she stay awhile, you to keep beaming. II Like the ocean inContinueContinue reading “Juxtaposition III”