A life that was once alive

Something struck a wrong chord in my head last night... For a child.. who was!!
Death..
she continues...
to drink life
wall flowers growing on the grave
camels without water on the run
perception of a broken heart...
moon steals light from the sun

Children getting kicks
watching black snake slough its skin
running behind the shadow dancing
away from his own kin

Burning tears reaching out a silent scream
a muted shout
through the walls of dead silence
a man with his broken dreams
carries his young one
a blessing gone bad
a burden sans life
a shattered mirror
a child who was once alive....

Peep-le

And it's not just breaking out anymore
It's just breaking
I met nudity and promiscuity the other day
and they couldn't say much
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show..

With bodies dressed like that
calling attention from all
watching not watching
denying the ability to not see
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show..

I never thought they were two different people
and they weren't
they were the thing we fear
they were what we could never be
in all sophisticated cups and saucers
sucking on smoke pipes from a mile away
they could not touch those 'classy' lips
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show..

They laughed and drank the evening in
their painted nails filled with muddy streets
they don't look around
and they still can see me
petite, ironed, dyed
the last thing they wanted to be
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show
of state of insecurity,
of fear,
and of promiscuous misery

Lost

Stoney friends left behind
Congregating, waiting
The burning drape making way
for a velvet night, hesitating

Watery children dodging light
A sorrowful shimmer at the end of sight
Bodies caught in a heist
ravens flopping on the heads
Crying to a feast

Faded green amidst dying shells
They listen to voices, I hear bells
Mother sings them rhymes
I listen to her muted chimes

Stones, awake through the night
Virgin morning in her golden flight
Two numbed feet by the bay
Lost children will find their way..

I dint know what to say

Hands tied
Souls intertwined
Differences arise from similarity
And we look for serendipity

Incomplete business
Complete complacency
Partial gratification
Semi partial immortality
And we all deserve happiness

Immaculate dreams
Tainted love
Invincible fears
Justified malice
And we are all humans

Bored of the self
Scared of the beloved
Dreams of death and
Breaths beyond ephemeral life

And we all succumb
to similarity
to immortality.....