A land of bones,
a desert of desolation
Here be ruins;
haunted with ancestral spirits
Nothing can grow
A cursed place
lost to history
It was Day 1 when it was scorching hot and we crossed paths.
I was looking for an oasis to drink from,
Though a hug from you was a thousand times better
Because afterwards, we went swimming in the lake and laughed at the gold diggers passing by.
Poor men were oblivious that they mined their last nugget in this desert.
It was Day 2 when we continued our journey.
You introduced me to your bitches when you brought me home.
One licked me silly while the second took a while to come around.
It was only trying to judge me to see if I would be a menace to your family.
I’ve always liked the playful, funny, and carefree breeds.
It was Day 3 when you showed me your larger-than-life garden.
You spoke of how your brother and mother had toiled day and night tending to it.
The garden was shaped like the number 5 and I couldn’t be happier.
You regaled me with stories of an ancient civilization that once existed in this land of the dead.
Every word from your tongue between breaths was like a missing page in a book lost in time.
It was Day 4 when I crawled on my knees after a beating from a two-faced sergeant
Looking for you so you could lift me back on my two feet and hold me close
But to add insult to injury, you held your scorn like you should’ve held my hands.
So I passed out on the floor and was left for dead out in the open.
How do indecisive weeds like you sleep at night?
It was Day 5 when I woke up expecting you’d be there, but your home was empty.
Your garden was withered and the magic was gone so it turns out that it was all a mirage.
You can rationalize your actions and demonize me any way you like,
But when you save your second thoughts for one minute before midnight,
It’s goodbye and good riddance to you weeds.
So I left. It was better for me to abandon you before you inevitably did the same.
The world is full of snakes and trojans as it is.
It’s best for me to give them a dose of their own venom as soon as I see right through them.
You should’ve told me earlier rather than at the last minute.
Or when I have fallen and can’t get up.
Then maybe we could’ve still been friends.
But now you’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.
If you’re looking to post an ad requesting company in a moment of loneliness,
Think again before you shatter another heart or wager your sanity.
A weed ain’t cut out for love, let alone a friendship
If it can’t make up its mind and let its loneliness fog its judgment.
Poor guy should’ve inspected the thorns before he picked the rose.
Now it’s my turn to wager a few things,
I bet you don’t even miss me.
I bet you feigned regret that you added salt in the wound.
I bet that you’ll forget all about me after the weekend I disappeared.
I bet you’ll cower in the arms of the two bitches you value most in life.
I bet you’ll start looking for another soul that you’ll pray to Aphrodite you won’t screw over.
Whatever happens to you, I am grateful that I have kin to keep tight
And an adventure I continue to embark on in the desert with or without you there for me.
You’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.
Banished to the desert
to wonder,
With so little water
Seeking an oasis from the
troubles
relief from the rough grains
which have scraped at the skin
for so long
The sand ascended,
A whirlwind closeby.
In the tomb,
Where the dead were lain to rest.
From this storm raised,
The aspect of Anubis;
The god that attends the dead,
To the hereafter...
With robust voice raised,
He let me know:
"Dead you go!"
My destiny written down.
A day hereafter,
In normal life;
I drowned into the lake,
Death had grabbed me tight.
Forty-six days ago
I was stuck in that desert,
Not a drop to my name
Or thoughts of the sane,
More of the same, the less I refrained.
Time
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stacked
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fast,
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it’s too much voodoo to do
Today and tomorrow
So very sad the doctor isn’t in,
his hex always backfires
Yet again
Catching a case of the diminished.
A cactus.
Replenished-------------------------------------Collision,
Incoming imagination,
Hearty laughter from hallucinations,
Vibrations,
From the barren earth below,
& Somehow I know
Today it is Not happening
For I begged the mirage too far.
To give, three weeks to seek
The tempting creek
Hiding and weaving through the city of Men,
Their holy pig pen,
I confess, I prefer a watercress mess
Than to be blessed
with banishment into this land of hexagons.
Built up, delayed,
Whatever you call it,
I’m here for a good while.
A time in fumes, to plume, smoke,
From leather lungs,
In a heat so dry
A fun long gone.
Rhythms to see
Aromas to hear
Nothing to say,
For this tiring mind-grind
Keeps relaxation at bay,
And I pray, to find those dreaming-steaming waters.
In the desert for a week straight
dealing with the dead
a cemetary of lead filled strangers
horizantally dirt deep
That's when the water ran out
and the mind is fickle, friend
No oasis in this crisis
just a pale faced lot of fools
The others soon realized the end
was going to come sooner than later
and made peace with a peacemaker
or cat called the revolver's howl
I simply took to walking and weaving
in and out of cacti and tumble weed's disguise
I skipped past a mountain of lizards congregating
in top hat attire debating Tolstoy
Wolves came to collect me by dusk
but I walked with them for a spell
to quell the ambition and rumbling of
furry stomachs that whisper
I asked if they've lived here long
and what the neighborhood was like,
Much Crime? Land Value? Good Schools?
The smarter of the pack pursued me
Equippng a monacle he went into linguistics
going on to point out my tresspass
and the meanderings here were unsettling,
I raced on all fours in that case
"Try by the moon", the armadillo spat
"Try by the moon to be in tune with direction
less we now all forget that nature can detect you"
I raced still in nightfall guided by his words
I spy the soul of the desert in the nightsky
drowning stagnant feelings in adventure,
leading cowards to a cold grave
and embossing me in stasis
I'll run this race forever
Original Arabic title,
Al Azif, Necronomicon;
Noise of desert insects,
Buzzing around...
The howling of demons
Is this very sound.
When one day you read aloud
From the pages of a Grimoire
And a insect, a fly, comes out
Then stop reading or shout out!
Sunlight blinds you
Burns my eyes
Hard to think this
Is Paradise
It’s far too bright
For us to see
As I am cooled
By a breeze
Diamond sparkle
From the sand
Rainbow light
Across the land
Desert beauty
But still cool
For my wonder
The sight is fuel
I look at you
You look at me
In the shade
Of a palm tree
That we’re under
I gaze in wonder
I can’t believe I have the power
To hold the love of this desert flower
All alone we are together
Will we ever leave?
Never