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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

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

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