Hello Underground

Hello underground

It took a while

But now it comes

With no hesitation

To your shackles of procrastination

To your chains of timidity

To the fear of the unknown

Hello

 

Hello

I am knocking down your doors

Ready to infiltrate

To be tucked in  like a seed

Enshrouded in the darkness of challenges

Covered by the soil of toils

Sunk by the waters of breakdowns

Enfolded by the death of risks

 

Hello underground

Your dominion is over

I am breaking through

Like a seed burgeoning

What you quashed was not me

What you ruined was the fear of trying again

But I sprout to greatness

I bud to the knowledge of dead ends

I germinate  to the discovery

Of the way that works

 

Hello underground

I ascend above the spell of  hades

Hello

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Open

You don’t grasp a man

Until he babbles

Like a boy

And whispers his mysteries

Like a girl

Until he daydreams away

In the clutches

Of the night

Till he hollers the name

In the belly

Of his heart

Until he surrenders

His wakefulness

And regresses back

To fetal position

At the gateway

Of slumbers

You don’t perceive a woman

Until her mask

Is smeared

And her mascara

Is smudged

Until she hibernates

In her trance

Till she farts away

With no regard

Until no fragrance

Can rescue the night air

 

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Tear Down Your Cottage

Squander your comfort

and  tear down your cottage

Carry a tent with valor

Everywhere is now home

Mislay your  faith in those

Who feel the pain is real

Let the mildew grow

On the trophies of

Yester-years

Declare you saw the schemes

Invisible to others

And if  ever you hit the target

Be sure to alter the limits

Your journey is not to  end

You have been

Crowned the pundit

 

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Puncture

You ruptured my tire and my desire

You threw beckons and heavens at others

I could only envy so many a plenty

I trudge forwards choking on your words

Oblivious of the ditch that lies  in my pitch

The lemons you threw in my avenue

Saved me a stellate a bullet and a pellet

I never knew how a new bad fortune

Could ever save me from a worse  misfortune

 

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Giant Shadows

 

The monsters that steal our joy

Are  gentle giant shadows

They did not bite or sting

Yet we felt the pain

They have no teeth

Except for the fangs, we gave them

No hands

Except for the claws we accorded

No feathers

Except for the wings we created

The mammoths we fear

Are shadows in our minds

 

Of all the things that be mighty

Has a shadow not been counted

The shadow of a sly serpent

Cannot sting

The shadow of the blue blood bulldog

Cannot bite

All fear may be real

But fear not the shadows

Except for the thoughts that made them giants

Fear not the giants

Except for the eyes that exalted them

 

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Tender

 

Tender as porcelain shoes

Tender as palm juice sapling

Tender as a lonely night

Tender as crystalware dolls

Tender as thoughts of a quiet heaven

Tender as water on dragonfly wings

Tender as a bubble tea sip

Tender as glass in brazen fire

Tender as ghost orchid blossoms

Tender as snowflakes on a brunette

Tender as metonyms on your lips

Tender as spun sugar quilts

Tender as asparagus on seahorses

Tender as the chirps of a little bittern

Tender as rice paper rolls

Tender as icicles sculptures

Tender as a giant granuloma

Tender as rose petal flurries

Tender as a neonate’s pitch

Tender as a peeping lace

Tender as dandelion wine

Tender as silk on an ocean

Tender as your silhouette

Tender as your  swift motions

Tender as your heart beat

Tender as your warm breath

Tender as your embrace

Tender as your smiley eyes

Tender as your promises.

 

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Cuts

If at first

you don’t make it

Failure may just

be your style

No

Not your fashion

Failure may just

 be your soulmate

She is bad

No

Not as bad

As you once imagined

Not as pitiful

As you once dreaded

She’s always there

For one thing

She answers “yes”

Every time you ask

Her tailoring may

may not be crisp

Not the cuts

that you so much cherished

Not the swag

that you  admired

But she’ll give you a hug

a hickey

She’ll find you a lounge

 a lesson

And when you open

the caverns

of your heart

She gives up her top

secret

the private lives

of the men she courted

Success is not

the medal you sought

It’s certainly not

the end of the journey

Success is the

journey

You win

when you are primed

for another

blind date

You win

when you lose

that thing

That fear of finding

that failure

is once again

 your blind date

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