November Wordsworth

Herpes play As fingers trace my back's skin Shudders, quivers & chills down my spine Hold out my heart Drop it to the bottom Of a goblet of arouse Seal it up for eternity Walk midst falling snow feathers On cloud petals A crowd of tingles as I get to the mountain top.

Pull into the parking lot As I hear a crying voice Rush for the stares Not to melt the ice In my arms she weighs less than an ounce Blue eyes of grandma I name her after her Joyce To achieve full joy, I opt for a ride It's a good idea I owned a Rolls-Royce

Left behind that that I had for you A luxe love Had it then lack in now.  As you counted the stars Lost the moon. Slowly, I slipped out of hand.  Like a wilting desert plant Endure the turbulence Think you got a second chance? That would be an absolute trance.

Stare at what's left of a sunset Orange sky that has nothing to offer but lulu Gaze intimately as jinxed  Tranquil waters & cold breeze are a harmony  Sprouting stars from the far west Overwhelmed by the beauty, With a sigh I Marvel about the anesthetic God's creation. #vss365

Broken, flattered & fractured With a bald head, gray hair & a dark mind I swim through memories of despair, distraught & anxiety What used to mean lots is nothing Hope is vapour now  They all are gone All alone, left in my circle of darkness.

Howls a lone wolf at the crest of a hill Stares at an aged falling autumn leaf In view of naughty nocturnal bats Flying close to a stained porous moon.  Sways in the highs and lows of the sky Glides on tides and waves of the wind Alone in search for an afterlife companion.  Origin forgotten, destiny unknown Out of upthrust, kisses the moon and descends Down Passed a willow's canopies To the ground of it's fellow dead for eternity. @juliuscseguya

Desolate & isolated in a ring of darkness Cremated in a cue of agony Like a dying flame In vein I rummage for emotional grip.  A melody of death lingers in my mind Night and day That's sets my soul ablaze In a solitude of hysterical overwrought.

Winds blow across A tear stained face behind a veil Scorched as her standing ground With bruised hands & feet Deprive & distraught Make the day Amidst despair Her only hope is in Allah Walks midst the fragments of joy Along the ruins of emptiness Forsaken & forgotten. #vss365

Left behind The scaff, perfume and his blue eyes Trying to be my old self again.  Fleeing the sonorous delirious emotions To the middle of the ocean Where skies kiss the water surface.  In purdah to my old love in the skies Smiling back at me in his celestial glamour Mr. Moon. 

My mind is a dice Twirls & whirls in a hypnotic loop Of emotional extravaganza.  Palm to bosom A rampage of goosebumps Whisper into my ear Chills down my spine.  A western breeze caries our souls To a redolent celestial sanctuary A moment I wish to last forever.

His perfume and the blue eyes At the background of my mind The memories are vivid & Lucid As clear as it was yesterday A rampageous departure after the rain Leaving a scarf behind In A kerfuffle of emotions I whiff his scarf Wonder if I'll ever see him again.

I hold pieces Fragments of what's left, Of what we had that is gone With a needle & a thread  I stitch it back together,  Broken patch to torn At the end of the day it's a heart Mutilated beyond repair Shove it behind the ribs May be someday Time will heal the deepest wounds.

A hand of a sculptor affiliate of a portraitist's mind paints,  pink hues upon violet strokes on a canvas of my imagery. Looks switch betwixt I and an aisle adroitly  strokes are casted  emerging into a human facade. A tear streams down a mane slithers   to strings of my guitar. @juliuscseguya Read also >>  Empty