An Unclean Spirit, or, that which shall not be mocked

hey.

i see you

overcome by your
little situation.

crouching over there

in the corner

hoping
that somebody will notice
you.

bereft by love
you’re cursing

G-d

thinking that you’re
hiding
in the dark
mocking

that which
shall not be
mocked.

i hear you
sullen words

spoken

pain dripping like spit
bubbling up around your
torn-up tennis shoes
eating away at your
sole(s) like
acid.

i feel you
wanting to want and
be wanted
as if wanting was
the only thing worth
wanting.

i am

you

locked up inside yourself
crying out for attention
crying out for
love.

feel me in you our skin and bones clashing dna smashing against each other trying to merge and become one being my feelings for you so strong that i descend into you longing to feel the force of you by being you by giving you by opening you to something beyond mood, beyond blue, beyond both of us too, beyond pain, beyond joy, beyond work, beyond play, beyond…

…hey.

mybe there’s a better way.

maybe you can

say

what you mean instead
of deflating egos filled with
steam
demeaning the very idea of
freedom by
enveloping me with
your wounded
self-esteem.

captured by your magnetic
soul my goals change
in light of you
i remain the same inside
while shifting to reflect
your sense of
dignity and

pride

i can’t hide from
the light you shine into

me

i can’t feel
the delight that you
continuously
remind me to

see

i can’t deny the
darkness that resides
in

me.

please…

…remember to allow me to breath
next time you take
an in-breath
whilst I – as
the darkly shadowed one
stalking you
the queen of the damned  –
feel quite blessed to
welcome death

indeed

bleeding from my eyes
whilst I impregnate you with
cursed seed.

cain and abel gloat
while ham promotes
the diseased flesh of unclean
sacrifices
denoting the fall of Zion
while prions infuse brains
with madness and

pain

mad cows

unite

take flight
and find your Nirvana
tonight.

smells like…

an unclean spirit.

it is our deeds that hold merit.

be wary, it’s…

me again.

prepare yourself to

sin.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s