The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 20 trips to carry that many people.
Neither grudge nor curse I shall.
But, write I shall tonight, a song of your lies
Buried in the pit of an ocean that’s your heart
Your ancestors’ graves, warmer than your
Heart that even mask deceit wears.
So shall I tell the wind of your lies,
So the sky shall see your hollowed heart,
The ground shall open to bury the broken
Pieces of my tears, swallow your mask
Naked, be you!!! Dance to the song
I wrote of your lies. The wind shall scream
The song. So your other lives shall hear
Them lies, floating in space.
The shadow whispers in my ears
its furry inhuman wings engulfing me
dragging me into that dark corner again
where clinched souls stop fighting
Impermanence spreads icy cold wings
death creeps in at unexpected moments
dark shadows loom in every man
a heart can only wonder and wander
to find substance in a sunless life
Run along now, li’l one
get home safe
the pavement is crowded
the road is bustling
mother is kitty partying
father is gambling
elder sister is getting laid
brother is street fighting
run along now, li’l one
before a shadow follows
you in the dark alley
into your dreams
customs officials bribed
policemen two steps behind
bankers forging signatures
government imposing bans
run along now, li’l one
eat all you can
before food becomes a luxury
and receipt a necessity
poverty clings on bones
in fallow lands
richness sucks goodness
out of humanity
run along now, li’l one
earn what you want
let no grandpa buy you
for what you need
She dredges her feet
mumbling
she staggers
striking the pavement
she has been crying
running from the shadows
on the wall that enters her
room at night to mount her
she is reeking of alcohol
whiffs of wind blows
it into the faces of passersby
recede from her
she had a dream of a world
with the loves of her life
and here she is jumping from bed to bed
in the arms of others’ love
My first poem of 2011. Started on a sad note. This is a story of a woman I met few years ago.
WordsWorthMillions 