Mantra for the ages

I refused to write yet another poem about what was always bound to break. But when heartbreak anaesthesia clogs the liver and the bile scratches the throat at the mention of your name then like a cancer I had carve out the memory of us all the same.

Cut from a different cloth but always with the same dusty fabric, when anger acclamates like an old friend it's harder to kick the habit.

Sins of the father
A heritage of second generation rejection
I AM my mother

A bitter taste like salt water
You give life and take it away
So here I am, willingly enslaved by how the tide may sway

Trying to make sense if why he left me
Why he left us
I become a martyr of failed second chances
Slow dancing with a lie
A connoisseur of fleeting romances

I refused to write another poem about what was always bound to break
But I had go purge you from my skin and into these pages
Love and loss a mantra for the ages

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Outbreaks of ominous sirens Concentrated in corrugated iron ridges Erectly cradled in water rusted discoveries Publicly seeded in the devastation of black soil Spitting busted grapes A tornado of the rotten blowing torrent winds at cotton fibres There's fear amongst the stiffly practiced There's fear in the corroded defence of fan folded ton gues of serpents freely looting streams of lost words adrift in a heaven devout of faith My afterbirth is lost in the placenta of thought These umbilical cords wrapped around my head Crowned my temple in life symbolic Fingering circles in amniotic fluid Painting reproductions courtesy of stark silences Strangers to closed stores Stock taking emotion but the inspiration is free And the failure?? Absolutely gorgeous Ridding lite flares They rival us to fireworks Mingled reassurances Bless them for being wise enough to look away Like down town streets flowering rooms with crack pipes Gasp at the audacity You'...

Natural opiates

Natural opiates, Agitated we tap nervously on the systematic flow of love and light Angry veins swell and we spill over Telltale signs Some things even the blind can see Straight to the brain Piercing Penetrating passions The rush unimaginable Crashing down equally as mysterious and equally as demanding These sad stories; the only moments we can believe in. To be sober, a fertile ground for suspicion and insecurity Is it only real because it hurts? Treading the needle Today we sparkle Tomorrow we burn Walking contradictions Beautiful beginnings Tragic ends? Blood ties Strength and weakness But you're the only one to make me try for you Fiends of all the small ways we die everyday I can't help it but with the mention of your name Your presence is implied Around my throat and by my side Overdosing Overwhelmed by feeling Like air we reach the ceiling Fading Sensory overload reuniting on the floor We are sinking.

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