The Evil Granny

It was a cold day in December

Then we visit relative for Christmas food

Granny, a hypocrite do-gooder

Holds her smile with a glassy smirk

Plastered on her face

With a mischievous hide up her behind

“I love you” was her code for

“I hate you”

There’s a thin line between love and hate, They say

But for granny, it’s a very thick line

All this we knew, checking her closet

When she died

She had loads of voodoo and charms

Flaked on her wall and ceiling

A skull rocking the center of her closet

In such, it was her shrined cult room

A room she warned us not to enter

Unless we want the police on our tail

What did we know,

She even attends church

She claps her hands in rhythm

To the choir singing from the hymnal

I’m glad she died that night in December

She could have gathered more skulls

But I guess

God didn’t want us in the bargain

 

The Rewinding Motorcar

It was in the 90s, my father was rich and there for us

He travel on the weekdays but there he is on the weekends

He plays the Sunny Ade music from the new CDR he bought

Teaching us how to dance with our legs

The way Sunny the musician does

The tape stops , he frowns at it

Then he smiles, like the normal was just in briefs

He removed a red motor car from his pricey suitcase

He placed it on the ground and time us to gather around

He remove the cassette and places it in the boot of the shiny motorcar

Off it zoomed rewinding the tape

So that we could play and listen to the song with my Dad

Who loves dancing with his legs

Before the motorcar could rewind more cassette

The car blew up with theย  house we stayed

I said Bye bye, the red rewinding motor car

Even though it’s now a raging inferno

Rewinding my memories of the past

 

 

Dusty Brown

Starting into space,ย  seeing dots of particles

Clear the budding mess with strokes of cane brooms

Side by side flaked with dusty browns

Watch the swaying stick of no rhythm

Moving in distance from thoughts to thoughts

Changing courses as dusty Brown moves

With the music, playing blues

In a Brownian motion of light effect

Be free dusty Brown

No escape is crucial

For as the ground is swept

Nevertheless wet

As the air is also vacuumed, dusty Brown.

The Girl with the Scar

Why care about the lies and the hate

Why shield the field of the desolate

Why lift the arms of the portrait

Why trace the fault inย  the artifice

Where scars made with damaged bottles

Broke the heat off the misery

Why spell fate when it’s all fake

Why lay claim on goods of worthless deed

Why stretch hope on strange vessels

The mask did it course

It hid the art of it’s treeline shape and wanton size

No amount of frequency could do justice

As all hope to lead zoomed it’s faith at least

Why should we need choices when we have known

Why would they care when they scar not

Why should they stay when they hurt us

Living in the cottage with closed blinds

Damning the chains of facehunt

The girl with the scar lives on.

 

So Help me God

I lay on the bed groaning in hunger

Food won’t stay

Not even the liquid ones

My stomach knows no medicine

Even the urine was no therapy

Sound the alarm, I am hungry

Tell the priest to pray for me

As blood is what I need

My fangs are straining

Hoping for a bite

My arms are flapping

Ready to leap for the hunt

Like an evil cape man

I am hungry

Screw the test and sacrifice

A beast won’t fix my hunger

Though ancient and vampired

I too, as you are

Is hungry for love

It didn’t have much choice

When I signed up for fangs

Did sign up for these?

 

 

Emoji interpretation

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๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿฝ ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿคฎ

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๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ
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โš™๏ธ ๐Ÿ“ โ˜ ๏ธ

๐Ÿฆ โŒ๐Ÿ˜ฃ

๐Ÿ‘ต ๐Ÿง›

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Season of Gummy Bears

I am five again, running down the street of candies

Every tree with fruity sweets

The wafered houses are coated with chocolate

The jelly grasses are of myriad colors

An old man works ahead with a candy shovel

Digging for a treasure of gummy bears

Even His tooth is gone

Empty with sores of decay

He took my hand to place a curse

Murmuring words from unknown fragments

Woof! Woof!

There comes Randy,

My dog in shining fur

Bite his legsย  in ardent valor

Then the man fell in abject horror

Into the hole, he had dug

Closed up it did,

As my dog zoomed off

I looked up

Alas! It is raining gummy bears

Hurray!

My day on a sixth sense

For what is worth, I woke on the good side of my bed

My spines felt impulses and the brain knew

The dusk spells out fog

Like a tobacco weed elongating my sleep

My hand spread out to the silky touch of the sheet

Breathing in the fresh taste of brewed caffeine

My sight are cleansed with the brightness of the sun

Off I jumped on the lacy pant of my wooly coat

With a glance to my window

A beautiful white flake on a free ledge

On my couch, I sat

My coffee on right

My remote on left

Ready for a Netflix battle

It screams Stranger things

it’s gonna be a jollyday.

 

Dear F

I tried to see you, the way I want to

I want to feel you, the way you want to

I have stories to tell you

Oh you already knew them

You read my mind

I can’t have secrets with you

I can’t even hold them

I don’t know if a relationship is possible

But based on your expertise

Who wouldn’t want one with you

I wish I could really know you

I wish I could stand with you

In All bitterness and sweetness

In all pain and joy

In all success and failures

I wish I could know you deeply

Talking all nights till the daybreak

I wish sleep won’t come when you tell me these deep things

It’s obvious you know me more

I wish I could be with you

I want to know if I’m important

You know you are to me

Should I keep wishing

Or will you show your self?

When death doesn’t matter

Scattered in the seas of none ya

Like the shredded leaves of the wintered tree

A branch broken from it’s home

I stand on the cliff

Not ready to fall off

But ready to leave at the moment

A moment of royal emotion

Soaked in honey deep

A moment so shiny

In sunny spring

A moment so content

The memories didn’t matter

As the breeze take me

On a journey trip

Whispers of words in ecstasy

Kisses of love from glowing lips

Hugs my being in a sweaty squeeze

And soft caresses on my bruised back

Still, I want more,

I wish Oliver could think less

But nothing could explain why

But staying, getting fixed on the edge of the cliff

Is my gain

A little step backward, I can’t take

For now, is the time

No forgone alternative

The fullness of time is spent.