osqmindz

even this too shall pass

my idiocy is out of respect
for myself
for the days I presum'd myself to be wise
I have learn nothing new,
and the days never stoped to acknowledged
my foolery,
I made a scene, just to be notice,
yet, the sea never goes dry, nor
does the mountain becomes
a shallow ground,
the night remains ever lost to the dark
and the days keeps coming back
for my acts,
I must have made art trying to get by,
here's me going out with a bang.

my memory is bad, thus I need the scar

by the pool, my eyes caught yours,
we got closer and your hands recognized
the terrain on mine,
at the park, laughter was like oxygen,
felt right,
I didn't want the roller coaster to end,
fear looks good on you,.
one certain night, it never gets dark
for
the lights on your eyes
illuminate my heart, and all I could see
was you,
we made so many promises,
kept a bunch of them,
we must have lost count,
to have missed the most important one,
I remember clearly our first kiss
you were shy & I
was careful, when I should have been bold
and hold it long,
longer than time, maybe then, I wouldn't need
the blemish of a scar to remind me about you,
my forgetfulness isn't amnesia, the diagnosis
is got a new name, they call it scarnesia.

i laid bare.
searching through memories
what a good place

to hide.
to kiss a flower, pat a fruit
tread elevatingly over

the field.
there's a giant ant making it
way home & another

family of hundreds
i see them, bare witbout bone
and i could have become

a murderer,
had i stepped on the field
wihtout hope

but once, i was a saint

I've seen love disguised itself as
an epic horror show,
where the villains and the heroes
both fighting a common enemy

were guilt is dressed up as a ghost,
a lie detector
whose
truth is also lie
someone has to take the fall, right
the show is about to end
but
the first act of sin has just been
committed

murder as an act

touch me

before the beast I became,
as your words proclama'd,
before the claws,the fangs, the teeth
long as the distance between us
before aches becomes the medicine
to my pain,
before pain becomes a routine - sunrise
sunset,
before the full moon crawls back into it dark past,
before DAY got it name and
the night has to be cursed with darkness,
before gods becomes a man
and chose the wisdoms of poetry as a song,
long before the pattering of rains becomes a drum
to the dancing steps of demons that governs
the
golden mayhem we call hell,
before the tongue could recognise the subtle language
of madness not love
ages before the eyes could tell the difference
between white and the phenomenon called light

I have known and felt the passion of your touch,
as atoms collides with cells and
cells make the organs
that helps me navigate the grand spectacle of your being.

$poem