Venom

Fire and flow of buried emotions
I had commanded to lie still
Gulping down anger
Silencing the rage
I waited time to heal;
They gurgle wildly
In gorges of the heart
Streaming in deadly cascade
Burning lava from hell
Surging from the gallows
All the venom I had held!

Artifact

My broken heart, an artifact
In a spectacular box intact
Lying in tarnished pieces
With crumbling petals of roses
A Babushka doll, now faded
Holding a ring, long discarded
Stale memories wrapped
In tissue paper yellowed
Bury them all with me
When my tired soul flees!

Knowing

It will not hurt
What you don’t know?
Truth wrapped in muslin
Pulsates gently
Waiting to birth
To sound the death knell
Of sweet ignorance
Blissful innocence
As the soul soaks in
Lies and tales
Appeasing the mind
But stealing the heart
Of the pure joy of knowing!

Addiction

My mind melts, like ice on sherbetUnder a pink moonIn a summer glazeA resolve that breaksA resilience that failsPoison on the rocksTrickling into nooksGolden liquid, crimson tearsSoothing with shallow intoxicationPain of the mind, not of the soul!