Practice Smiling

Who really would care,

If all of my smiles fade?

No one wishes to bear

An eloquent tirade.

The songs have choked and died

Somewhere deep in my throat –

And all life does is hide,

And all time does is gloat.

Youth flashes his large teeth –

Vain and proud is his stare –

From afar I feel heat,

To get close I don’t dare.

Where has all my hope gone?

Caved in like a dim star,

A black hole so forlorn,

All it does now is mar

The body, mind and soul:

Anti-matter longing

For death – the only goal

Whose arms I belong in.

Perhaps I could’ve done much.

Lived a different life?

Yielded to ambition’s touch?

Wed fame instead of strife?

Been an owner of wealth?

Hope could then be cheaper,

I could have bought health,

Wounds would run less deeper,

Youth would kneel before me,

And look up in my eyes –

Hell, I know I’ll still see

Lies masked by selfish lies!

Hence I’ll practice smiling

Though my ethos disappears,

For I’m tired of tasting

Salt from overlooked tears.

Cobwebs

Newly woven webs

Glistening and gleaming, almost moist with sheen

Pulling me into dark depths

Where I will never again be seen.

The old webs are lackluster,

Without stickiness or life or shine,

They hang derelict

And I wonder if they were once mine.

Both webs tear at me

Strands of hair pulling at my skin

At one end a fatal trap

At the other preventive medicine.

Let the world end

How long has it been
since a kiss:
a mouth taking up mine
the feeling of bliss?

If the world were to crumble
or the seas rush in,
with my lips warm,
my eyes closed,
I’ll give in.

The questing tongue,
the breath i take,
the will i give,
the sound i make,

I remember still,

A kiss,
a god send,
let it be now
and let the world end.