Hymns & He

His palace was made of granite
his father treated him like royalty
since birth
it was his 26th birthday present
on top of a mountain
in Girtania

A country sought by travelers
for its ineffable green meadows
and artistic streets
each tile had a memory
carved on it from the citizens
be about first loves, loss, or just mere poetry
favorite words, sometimes if you search
closely, you’ll find notes and symphonies
but there were few

Some of the villagers used to get papers
and place it on the tiles and color over them
a primitive way of photocopying
just to preserve the memory in their pockets
sometimes, they even copied other people’s quotes
because they were simply just beautiful

His name was Pulchri he was very handsome
maidens from all over the world just ached
to dine with him, just to trace their vision
on God’s creation of beauty, right there
in front of them

He had charcoal black hair
and his eyes were ocean blue,
his mother made sure he had a good mind
resting on his shoulders, she also fed his yearning
for music and taught him how to play the violin

He never knew what work meant
or even if the word existed
with a flick of his fingers
a row of servants aligned
awaiting his word

For him perfection was the norm
his love life was as spicy as an indian dish
and as colorful as Moroccan street
but he never did call it “love” life
it was just his natural way of enjoying
the beauty of women
he respected them, he made them
feel as if they were magic
each and every one of them

One day he woke up with a strange pull towards the wild
his body magically pulled him to the window of his silk walled chambers
he took a deep breath and it felt different
it smelled like something salty
he’s not familiar with that scent
bearing in mind, his perfume set came from
the secret streets of Persia, full of Oud and amber

But this scent was natural, it wasn’t like anything
he smelled, with his sense of scent as his guide
he ran down the stairs, mounted his stallion
and rode on

beyond the borders of his kingdom
he saw a line of blue, it stirred curiosity in him
he heard hymns, beautiful vocals from a distance
He charged his horse towards that great blue line
that seemed infinite

His black hair danced with the wind
he was feeling, it was a different sensation
he never felt, since he bathed in the apathy of
having everything and everyone

Like a mad man chasing his love
he rode towards it, the hymns got louder
suddenly the tiles of kingdom turned grainy
and yellow, it was soft, something he’s never seen before
his horse stopped at the border, the prince dismounted

“By God and all his powers, what is this?” He closed his eyes
and stepped onto it, his feet melted, the yellow grainy floor
embraced his feet, it felt good
again he felt
He carried a handful of this weird ground, as he called it
and they fell through his fingers initiating a very calming effect
he stood there and feasted his eyes on this blue liquid with waves
going to and fro, forming a melody for those hymns

Hymns, like the ones he used to hear in church
but they had a sinful touch, they were very seductive
his body boiled, his heart, beat, one that echoed across the great blue
a woman’s voice, accompanied by many sang in a a choir
from the other side

“Come join me, my prince 
i’ve called for you, for so long 
you’ve become consumed by apathy
let me show you something with great beauty
that all your riches won’t deem worthy”

His squinted his eyes just to see
where this angelic voice is coming from

“lalalay Pulchri 
the world is full of glee
it just takes a bit of curiosity
to fall in love truly and I did 
with thee
I have led you through lands of trees
just for you to see 
my body wild and fiery”

He melted, for the first time he lost himself
in her voice, his selfish aura diluted in this hymn
his heart beat, like never before, adrenaline filled his veins
he felt,  he fell and by God he lost himself in her voice

“who are you?” he screamed across the blue
“what are you?”
“What have you done to me
this is foreign to me, I am lost
I had the world at the tip of my fingers
now, I am lost with all the power infested in
I have found myself in thee”

He, like a mad man, confused
uttered words that he never thought would leave his lips

“I think
I’m in
love”

A majestic wave, filled with all the untamed energy
of the great blue 
hit the sand and raised ten feet above him
showering him with droplets of salty water
feeling like kisses on his skin

He
smiled

 

FISH

type, delete
type, delete
type and fucking delete

“What’s happening” her thoughts alerted her
my fingers have lost their rhythm
the music that once was has now been raped by silence
that racing mind has now been seduced by stagnation
“why”
the morning used to be her haven that black coffee
used to be her drug, the one that carries her away
from the plastic bags that suffocated her
every freaking day

“is this anger?” this foreign feeling
that’s infiltrating her soft skin
making her quiver with wrath
she penetrated her brain, beyond the thoughts
that clouded it, across the nerve bridges
that balanced her sanity
she walked on the lines that connected
the cerebellum to her frontal lobe
she could feel the throbbing pain
that caused this anger to erupt
that’s causing that white slate in front of her
to haunt her

Her eyes dilated
glazed with a layer of tears
that she fought so much to hide
everything around her blurred
her brain power has infiltrated her reality
altering it, trying to convey a message

She found herself
on a window sill
looking down,
this new augmented reality
surprised her,

she saw individuals wondering around in circles
this mind over body experience beat any psychedelic
she could taste emotions, her eyes had the ability
to strip the raunchiest of fakes to their birthday suits

Her eyes scavenged them scanning them from head to toe
As she did, she peeled off a layer that was translucent
that covered the muck and gunk within
She wowed herself with this ability

She was astonished to notice that those close to her
were filled with more dirt than the bottom of an oil spill
they were dense but had a beautiful cover
that lured the loveliest of people

She felt like she was looking down at a fish bowl
filled with gorgeous colored creatures swimming
peacefully with each other
red and blue, pink and velvet
weightlessly swerving, waltzing
with each other

“what a brain”
“what a reality check”

while some were filled with dirt
others were consumed with niceness
a humble nature, that of a rare breed
a diamond with in the rough
their colored glowed from under the water
seducing her being, wanting to be part of her real reality 

She had never exhibited any rough nature
but that boiling within needed to be tamed
or adapted to
that alter ego wanted to surface and paint
murals with the insides that embodied
such beautiful creatures
while keeping those of pure nature
of transparency swimming seamlessly
in her world around her

The fish surfaced
and fled the waters surrounding her
leaving those
dense ones at the bottom

“we know” they said
she found herself
naked
plastered with colors
layer-less
and
seducing nature
by her true
sense of
Self

Society Breeds

There was once a carriage driver
a quiet one was he
he rode his horses
up the hills and down valleys deep

He had his horses in brown and black
and but white, he did lack
He heard his riders
being lovers, haters and business men too
but all he could think of
was the road through and through

His horses were in sync
and oh how proud he was
for his reputation as a good carriage driver
was a priority above

Until one day
carrying a quarrel
from one lover’s house to another
he stopped at the side of the road
to ponder at a white stallion that’s wild, with no bother

while the lovers quarrel
he reined the horses to the left
so as to get closer to that horse
while his stand there hypnotized by conditioning
he just thought “how mesmerizing”

He took careful steps in the green fields
hoping the horse would yield
His eyes blinked faster than the norm
because he simply could not believe
that such a beauty wild and free
is so alluring, while he had
6 on his carriage pulling

The white beauty froze as the field
rippled movement
stared at the driver with crystal blue eyes
those whose innocence would kill lies

It’s mane looked as if sunset
kisses it lightly braiding itself
into its being
“why the hell not? it’s purity
is as hypnotizing”

His horses felt jealousy
with blinders on each eye
they turned to see
where their dedicated driver went
just to marvel as the fact
that their loyalty was simply
thrown away swiftly

The driver got closer
whispering words of comfort
so the white stallion’s attention won’t distort

He slowly laid his hand on his nose
and the horse stared into his eyes
His black cape turned orange and pink
just with one blink
he felt such energy boil within
“oh how I miss this” he said with a grin

His horses started neighing
hoping to seduce his back
by their obedience that they’ve always had on track
They thought he would cheat them
and ride away with this magic creation of nature
but to their surprise, he didn’t linger
but walked back with this treasure
that satiated an explorer’s pleasure

The white horse was in shock
“how could he tame me,
I showed him a piece of me
his dark dull days
will always end with beautiful sunsets…?”

He put the reins and centered in the middle of 6
but the horses looked with such disgust
the white one, just couldn’t fit in

He pulled the reins and in sync the 6 black ones went
pulling the new one, without letting it vent
the driver with a cape of sunset colors
and a smile of a spring flower
was so happy with the new addition
that he could not restrain the crowd’s anticipation

as they moved swiftly
the white one looked at this new crowd
breathing them messages of freedom
they misjudged his appearance
jealousy perhaps
but this should not be the case,
for the world is full of such mishaps

He told them about the beautiful life in the field
through his eyes
and they at first didn’t listen
but as they turned a blind ear
some words always kept them near

“Why the hate?
such distaste for the different
and unique?”

they neighed to the side
hating and craving his beauty
the lightness of his colored mane
Added life to the dark rectangle of 6

While the driver was content
and the white one was being pulled by the crowd
nature intruded and let loose her beauty
as the road was blocked by various horses
of similar entities
white, brown, black and hybrid
the crowd of 6 halted marvel
at such a mix

The driver’s jaw dropped loose
and noticed that the world
is full of beauty
one that he
could not under his wing restrain

the crowd of 6
looked at the white one
“we had no idea
such beauty existed
our blinders made us feel
that we’re one with no equal”

The mixed breed surrounded the carriage
the sunset began
coloring the world around them with light
“Gahd they’re gorgeous” the driver said

“some horses
are just not meant
to blend
in rows of 3
but belong to run wild
and free”

He let the white horse free
keeping the 6 conditioned and well trained
constrained
stamped under
his control
for this is their norm
ever since they were born

As he rode through
he noticed something new
every black horse on the carriage
was stamped with a white dot

the driver smiled
knowing the white one
left an impression

City of Molten Souls

Once upon a time
yes, it starts like this
time was a defining moment
a second of realization
that was stamped in
4 simple words

“Once upon a time”
there came an event
that changed the path one simple person
blinded by the routine that has been injected
in his blue veins

He was addicted to it without knowing
a junkie of life, slowly smoking its daily alarms
tapping the ticking needle,
that merciless needle of time
that stops for nothing and no one
falling in the deep illusions of its mushrooms
embodied in cup after cup of caffeine beans
then suddenly crashing in his bed
with a body full of alcohol
the perfect ending for any life junkie
who has succumb to the seducing moments
of a daily routine

Once upon a time
he woke up in his 4 walled bedroom
where pink floyd greeted him with his colored poster
and a psychedelic vortex poster on the next
welcomed his vision
the heat from the summer sun
melted him, sweat droplets
covered his face,
he ached for the morning breath
but it had failed to satisfy his lungs

the summer sun
was careless
he has never experienced such heat
he sat on the edge of his bed
looking through his book of survival
a book an ex of his gave him
for some reason that has slipped his mind
“she probably knew about this” he pondered

“How to survive the end of the world heat?
A step by step survival strategy”

NOTHING

The heat increased forcing his posters to melt
the colors trailed down the walls like colored
tears on the cheek of white porcelain doll

“Did she know?” the question seems to stick to his thoughts
He rushed to the window at the end of his curved room opened the shutters
“FUCK, the world is melting”
He noticed his neighbors carrying buckets and buckets of melted colors
and throwing them from the balcony
creating waterfalls of rainbows, yet conveying
the agony and suffering of the heat

His body was in a state of wetness
the room is falling apart
in the midst of all this, the thought of her
still lingers, eating up his brain

“Who would ever buy such a book?”
when he felt the floor’s texture morphing to liquid form
he knew that this was not a joke
He rushed across the wobbly stairs
their tiles were melting together
forming a river of white with polka dots

His legs were shaking with fear
“i need to make it outside, before the melting
heat eats up my skin”

His body was slippery with sweat
he could see the door
the view was mirage like
the heat made the vision wavey
you see the heat embodied in the air

As he ran across the falling colors from the balcony
all he could think of was that girl and her book

why was she part of his life? why that book?

He ran down the streets
of melting sidewalks
and red bricks
across the screams that horrified him
across the glass that was overcoming the ground
with its translucent colors

all the melting hues seemed to gather
at the end of the street, in a puddle
his body was slowly taking part of the paint concoction
the screams melted away, the sun was hotter than ever

he felt his last breath leaving his body
he took one last look at the sun, it was as yellow
as an innocent child’s drawing of it

while he was being swept away
he saw a paint brush, a huge one
tearing the sky apart and reaching
for his blue eyes that were on the verge of melting

it touched him, that giant brush was dipping its
smooth end in the red of the melting bricks, the grey of the sidewalks
and and the blue of his eyes

he screamed as his eyes melted away
joining the molten magma of the city

once the brush exited the skies
it made its way on a canvas
his soul was alive, he felt the brush
move his blue eyes across the tabula rasa
he heard a giggle
a familiar one
a feminine soft one
that would always compliment any joke he made

It was her!
the woman behind the brush!

She was painting a new world
Pollocking a new city
with the sun by her side
and the city of screams
and colors
melted
in her hand

Through it all
she melted once before
but has allied with the sun
to create a new
world
for
her
by
her

Baggies

She woke up one day
with IV tubes in each arm
surprised at the matter
she looked frantically
for a familiar face
to ease the shock factor
that has overtaken her
in a split second

Her white robe instilled
a sense of confusion and a dash of fear
“what’s going on?” her mind repeated
the white walls of the room failed to respond
the echo of her voice did not succeed at relaying
the message to a humanoid or even someone capable
of responding

She inspected the room, the IV tubes
she noticed that each baggie at the end
had a name of a person, people that were
familiar to her, to her life
She could not make up the description below
but since the liquid within wasn’t red, she was sure
she wasn’t donating blood, but it was liquid of different colors
leaving her body …

This sparked even more fear
why her? why was her body a medium
from which these baggies with names are collecting

Her instincts kicked in
she did not agree with the fact
that her own temple is being abused
as a lab rat

She removed the tubes from her pulsing veins
and ran down the door full hallway
the whiteness of the place was disturbing
the walls emitted cold, her skin did not like it
the kind of cold that your heart knows is followed
by a demerit to paint its purity black

She saw a cabinet
“files, records, that’s good” she vocalized
she was sure she’d find the answers to her presence there
Her feet could not pace her anxiety,
they ran like wild horses away from that horrid room
away from those parasitic baggies that just hung there
getting fattened by different colored liquids
from the same person

Flipping through the files
her name flashed in front of her tired eyes
she just noticed how lethargic she is
picked it up and opened it
desperately

She saw endless columns of names
she knew – but did not want her memory
to remember or even highlight the brim
of their existence

“what do they want?
what the hell were they extracting?”

As her vision trailed with her finger
after each name, she traced it back
to the “Reason” column

Her eye lids flickered in astonishment
“essence”..
“They want my essence?”

She closed the folder
and followed the exit arrows to reach the roof top
it was dark, the car honks and the lights
made it look like a loud teenage club
nothing was in sync, but as a whole
it looked just fine
she sat on the ledge
aching for a cigarette
she saw another man
with a white coat, smoking a rolled
one

“Hey you..
yea you.. roll me one”

He looked at her
his dark framed glasses
reflected the lights of the city
his coal dark hair brushed back
in a sleek manner that reflected his own

“Ah, it’s you, I was up here thinking
about your case… why everyone wants your essence”

She walked up to him, with
whatever was left of her energy
“So you know” as she watched him
roll her cigarette

“Of course, have you looked at
yourself lately? did you notice
your pale skin?”

She couldn’t pin point the color under the
blue night sky
but she had one question boggling her

“Why were the baggies with names and each had a different color?”

She dragged the nicotine stick, gestured for a lighter
and paused in anticipation

“you see, those were people in your past
who have been infected… well not infected
let’s say blessed with your essence
time has slowly but surely taken its toll
on the sparkle that you left in them
so they gathered and requested
some of your essence to be injected back into their lives
since they cant chop you apart and keep
bits and pieces of you” he smirked

“Each baggie knew which essence to withdraw
hence the different colors, baggie 1- I forgot the label
wanted the humor you injected, that’s why it was pink
the blue baggie was full of your wit…” he exhaled smoke as
he told her

She was speechless
Every time she tried to say something
silence filled her mouth and ate her words

“I came up here to wait for your process to finish
but here you are
on the verge of collapsing, yet so curious”

She turned to leave
her robe slid from her shoulder
The doctor, yelled
“Hey
there’s still some left
on your shoulder ……”

She ran like no tomorrow
towards the red exit sign
wondering
“what have
they given me?”

Vomit

Toes in the sand
she looked to the side
where her friend sat there
squinted eyes
fighting the light of dawn

The cold granules
filled the space between her toes
massaging the soles of her feet
it seems it was a rough night

They could tell
from the nicotine taste that settled
in their mouths
the after taste of vodka
and the lovely cigarette scent that entwined
in their hair

As she dug her toes deeper in the sand
the cold sensation trailed up to hands
the sky was being painted with hues of yellow and orange

“Let’s pause this” she said
careless about the hazards she took 2 cigarettes
lit them both and handed one to her friend
who is still at peace with the horizon

they both simultaneously exhaled
the messy bits of a night that is muddled
between the memory snaps of dancing
ordering drinks and driving to where they are

It seems their hearts needed peace
it seems their inner compass pushed them
in their drunken states to sit on that beach that day

Silence was never louder than ever
there was some sense of tension between the 2
felt but not vocalized, they need this

Little did they know
that the moment was paused as per her wish
the sky remained the hue they marveled it
but to their mental distraction
this meant nothing
the whole world stopped,
the waves stopped,
the noise in the background was no longer there

but they oh they, were lost
in a world that only those who dare
wander in

the mental world of connection
is one filled with the temper of the ranging sea
the power to transform what is seen in the visible eye
into how the brain wants to process it
it can be a beautiful and horrible thing

They both conversed in silence
the sky’s colors changed according to the intensity of the mental exchange
they were peeling each other’s layers,
they were discovering hidden secrets,
skeletal over skeletal remains in rooms of closets
they were dissecting each other,
all this
in silence

The portrait of the paused view in front of them
changed from yellow and orange to violent velvet
and burning red
they were smoking those death sticks
and painting a portrait of feelings
at the ends of their vision

One girl removed a flask
from her pocket
and gave it to the other
their breaths danced with the salty air
of the sea, and those of their cigarettes

their vision was a collision of colors
one girl smiled at what she saw,
she took the flask, downed a gulp
and watched as
the sky tuned to calm crystal blue
with strides of pale pink

Her friend did the same
When she was done, she wiped
the dripping droplets
from her chin with the shirt she was wearing
and got closer to her

She felt something’s wrong
She grabbed her hands and pulled her up
she knew her friend was getting lost
in the land of the unstable.. again

she grabbed her hands
looked into her pale blue eyes
and said
“let it all
out
trust me
you’ll
feel
better”

The Drink

On her way back home
she passed by a small dingy market
where the old man always greets her
his wrinkles tell stories of happiness
exhaustion and tales of wild days
and sleepless nights

She always passes by his place
for that transparent drink
she longs for after a hard day’s work
the old man smiles, she feels like he sees himself
in her reckless unsteady life
he knows where the night will lead
he knows the loose bodies that will sway
to the beats of music, the cigarette smoke
that will hug their hair and of course
the droplets from brim full cups
that will polka dot their clothes

Everyday he asks her one question
that he complies into creating his own
identity of her
all he knows is that she grabs that glass bottle
of intoxicating liquid and a pack of Kent blue

She pays, grabs the bag and takes the corner
up to her apartment, every step gets her closer
to the chilled cup and a cigarette

When she got home, she removed the bottle from the bag
and to her surprise, the clear liquid changed color
it’s teal color lured her eyes to double check
a confused hue, resembling her mood at the moment

“I swear I get this everyday
what the F$% is happening?”

Inspecting it, reading the description
hoping for a “limited edition” to appear somewhere
but nothing

She grabbed a cup
as she eyed the level she wants to pour
the liquid changed color again
the cup was sparkling with glittering
gold bits floating in light pink waters

Regardless, she carried her cup
to her bedroom, played some music
and sat on her bed
curious and eager, she closed her eyes
let the drink
touch her lips

A jolt trembled through her body
her eyes widened in surprise
She felt something even Alice and all the wonders of her land
couldn’t explain

The music slowly
started creating a shadow
“what’s in this?”

she sat on that bed
frozen, to the unbelievable that’s happening
the notes joined together to create
thoughts that only pertained to her
she actually enjoyed this
since it always was hard for her to vocalize
versus scribble

She let the music guide her thoughts
into creating what seems to be a masterpiece
she laid back on her pillow with a smirk
taking advantage of what’s happening
cup in hand, a cigarette in the other
she thought and thought
the music got louder and louder
her creation was taking shape

She sipped that drink
then licked her lips to have a taste again
she looked up, her creation was staring back
making her feel like he painted her

She did not know her thoughts could create such beauty
fixing her posture, she felt weak,
weak for her thoughts

“That drink…” she mumbled to herself
followed by a chuckle
she stood up so as to inspect it
it stood there with eyes locked on hers
drink still in hand, sparkling with golden lights
reflecting on the walls

He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of bed
“let’s go, they are slowly disappearing” he says

He closed his eyes, embraced her
“close your eyes, the stars will hurt them”
She did as told, even though she is the one with the thoughts
she controls him, but she found herself succumbing to her own creation

She felt a gust of wind brush her cheeks
she opened her eyes to find herself
between the lines of a book, empty ready to be strummed
with words, a fantasy of hers,
she always wanted to inject
into her reality

“these are your pages, I am your creation 
lest not those be dreams, but your own elation
with lead fingers I cast a spell
that books from your soul in others will dwell
you are magic and a creator of worlds
there is no excuse that your hands can’t hold
go on my darling with soul of fire and heart of gold
let earth know the jewel that shines 
beautiful and bold”

She stopped
realizing that her drink has disappeared
her creation was standing there
marveling at her carelessness
at her weightless attitude
and the love that’s
emitting light
from the ends of her golden locks

she created him so well that when
those lights touched his shadow
the first thing she heard
from him
was a loud
heart beat
he smiled
she smiled back

The music got louder,
and she danced her way on those lines
stories upon stories, beautiful people
colored lands, pink clouds and velvet skies
yellow flowers and blue streets

Little did she know that her dreams
are the only creators
of her
little
reality

Her Galactic Love

She just stood there
with a tornado of emotions inside
yet her smile was as serene
as a calm night’s sky

I looked at her, her skin trembled
with stories and her eyes shone with
a sense of longing

“What’s wrong?” I asked
From the way she tilted her vision from the smoking cigarette
in her hand, to my eyes explained a flood of emotions
yearning to feel the air outside of her breath
aching to be heard

She grabbed my arm, her car keys
and scurried down the stairs, her speed made me feel
like I was floating

We got to the car that was parked on the curb
ignition roared and she floored the gas
so as to escape what was confining her thoughts

As she sped, I was anxious to hear
all that turbulence that channeled into that speed
in a split of a second, she opened the windows
and said
“imagine you have 2 galaxies
one with stars that shine bright with knowledge
the other with gleaming stars that hold on to you
because you give them their glow” 

I looked in front of us
and we were driving past the cars
elevating up into the night sky

I put my hand outside
and I could feel the clouds
as they escape between my fingers
like cotton

“listen, we’re going beyond
here have a sip of water, it’s going to get dry
we will go far from the garbage that’s clouding my mind
up to that planet”
She pointed outside her window
to a big purple planet with many moons

I took a sip of water
and my heart raced
realizing I was in the freaking sky
in a car with my friend

She drove with background music
but after I had that sip, I could feel her heartbeats
in my chest, I could almost hear her thoughts
in hums, yet I remain silent, so as to avoid instilling
any thoughts of mine in hers

I lay my head on the window on her car
the stars will nestling in my hair, it felt euphoric
a feeling that’s foreign to mankind
imagine happiness infused with genuine smiles and positive heartbeats
imagine that trampoline jump when your in the air
and your hair is weightless
that feeling

It seems she escapes earth quite a bit,
she knows how to ride the galaxies
to get to where she wants to be

I could see the purple glowing planet
the car rode there, actually flew there
and landed softly

I opened the car door with the water bottle in my hand still
my heart wanted to jump out of my chest for some reason
and scavenge for anything
the softness of the planet’s ground felt like marshmallows

“Come over here, this is where we will sit,
the sun’s view from here is epic and keeps
you warm”

I sat next to her and to my surprise
there were groups of people with water bottles everywhere
in groups, couples, friends and so on
“My 2 galaxies differ
I can breathe in one and in the other
my breaths go dancing with his
I am caught between a glowing star and a shooting one”

I nodded, I knew it

“I am the sun in one and
in the other a million moons
tell me, which galaxy would you prefer?
The one with you in the center of the planets
of the one that revolves around the planets?”

Every time I wanted to say something
my voice would disappear
until she grabbed the water bottle from me
drank from it and smiled
“see this is a dilemma that all the solar
powers combined could not solve”

she grabbed my hand and
gulped the last sip from the bottle
We landed butts first
on the couch in my apartment
with cigarettes still lit in the ashtray
as I leaned in to get my cigarette
i noticed my hands had purple dust
and the cigarette was flickering
stars

I looked up
I saw her, with the water bottle next to her
she took a drag and exhaled
the galaxy that she longed
to embrace

Wolf Cry

It’s humid and dreary
the ever green trees trail on each side
of the engraved over-walked path

She took a deep breath
and exhaled, secreting all the toxicity inside
She felt so small compared to the towering trees
that looked down upon her

Her hair fuzzes defying gravity
its extremities ache to touch and feel
something else, that’s not concrete

The river water ripples music to her walk
the none existent wind only shows himself
in the waltzing of the branches

Her pale skin added color
to the greenery around her
her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck
protecting her from the mist that’s slowly seeping in from the skies

As she stepped in mud puddles
with anger and anguish
mud splashed on her rain boots
she smiled at the humane destructive nature
that she harnessed within

As the mist started descending
she scurried through the green curtained forest
followed the narrow river towards a dimmed light

With every step she took, a rain drop fell
they glowed in the misty presence
as her feet picked up speed, the rain increased
the droplets looked like descending shooting stars

She ran leaving behind her
a trail of glowing droplets
she approached a concave wall

The darkness inside wasn’t as threatening
as the nature outside
She stood there, between 2 worlds
One with vast extremities, endless space
and the other with darkness and unknown dimensions
the glowing rain stopped with her feet

the mist dulled her background
creating a gradient of green and earth
the cave echoed back with a windy melody
her pupils longed to dissect the inside of the concave hole

Even though she felt nature’s energy pull her back
her curiosity drove her to explore,
nature even started to orchestrate a symphony to seduce her
it started raining again
seducing her colored eyes with hues of earth
signaling her not to embark on a dark lonely journey
calling her back to her wild self

The cave is mysterious and new
she thought she might give it a try
but there’s something fishy
Nature is acting up, the roots from the trees
hugged her, they know her true self more than ever

her silence was heard between the leaves,
her quiet cries were felt by the earth beneath her feet
her sadness was reflected in the river water, when she set her glance there
her insecurities were echoed in the raindrops that showed her
how bright things can be

When she wanted to take a step further
the branches tugged her back
stripped her from her clothing
she was the “Eve” of nature at that moment

stripped from all the loathing and hatred
that led her to escape the concrete jungle
that was slowly collapsing on her
that was slowly covering up the great blue sky
that was her escape, wait.. an escape for her thoughts

When she was tugged back
she felt the roots inject her spine
with mother nature’s medications
lifting her spirits
coloring her eyes
giving her
a different
vision
of the world
that she thought
she knew

She rubbed her eyes
then opened them
feeling like
she’s the most
beautiful creature

she stood there
and howled
awakening the world

Naturally

August is such a merciless month
the sun does not shy from flaunting its rays
through shutters, glass windows, onto your skin
this infatuation with your smooth cover

The moon, oh the moon and his borrowed light
August nights, are just something else
the world is still, not a breeze in sight
the trees long to sway in spring and autumn
but in August, they are still, marveling at the stars
like us

You lay there in bed
its 3 am, the fan is circulating the warm night air
full of lust, love stories, mystery, calm
it’s hot

Your light flannel feels like a coat
your skin weeps tiny droplets of sweat
begging you to take it off!

Your bedroom is dark,
the city outside is slowly diving into slumber
yet you are awake, wide awake
seeking any source of coolness
suddenly your instincts kick in

You remove that shirt
your skin rejoices as the summer wind slowly kisses
your belly, you smile and sigh in relief
voicing your skin’s pleasure

“this did help” you thought
naturally, you revert back to how nature intended you to sleep
you bask your fully naked body on your bed

Your skin is breathing, it’s rejoicing the fact
that its pores can inhale some cool crisps of wind
that slowly nestle on your silhouette

Your sheets stay away from such beauty
they don’t want to choke the relaxed state you are in
they move with your body, carefully crafting
the beautiful story of your body’s movement during the night
drawing a blueprint of your night’s movement
every curve has a plot, every position too

The moon peeks through your green shutters
with gleaming eyes, capturing the magic of the human form
of your human form

what is this beauty of sleeping in your natural suit?

with every move you seduce the night sky
with every inhale and exhale, your skin rises and falls
your belly still, calm,
you seduce the moon into creating marvelous high tides

Your hair flawlessly follows your bodily motions
as you sway to the melody of the beats of your dreams

You embrace yourself
You find comfort in feeling your brisk extremities
on your skin

The bedroom becomes your ballroom
you dance with your dreams
you sway with your fantasies
while the stars light up the sky
and the moon marvels
at your body
in the heat
of an August
summer
night