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Karma's Retribution
20:37 Apr 28 2012
Times Read: 462

An age ago I cast a sphere, it sailed into the clouds

today it crashed into my head and now...



my head it will not mend; karma’s retribution.





I baked my skin an oven roast,

petrol of the sky;

...where family, friends and I

are tending to our grill marks

Independence Day, July.



The suntan lotion will not mend; karma’s retribution.



I vomit blood a constant sip,

my skin bleeds green with every dip

...and family, friends and I

fear to cry...

for loss of moisture.



Hygiene will not mend; karma’s retribution.



I choke on fumes of umber hue,

whose thick exhaust, my skin shades blue

...with breath of life to barely live;

we cough our poisons with...



a dose of karma’s retribution.



...And medical insurance doesn’t cover it.

Dank Wretches Of The World Of Death
18:00 Apr 19 2012
Times Read: 469

O’ dank wretches of the world of death shall come to claim me,

I’m not longed for this bright blue earth.

...and where breath breathes freely,

I shall forsake the day my mom gave birth.



My legs have worn the path to null, it’s graven earth no longer holds me,

it’s vegetation no longer grows for me, dead ends surround me

...and I find I’ve died inside.



At any second I may die, my fewest years upon this earth a struggle to survive,

...and since my legs first learned to run, they ran and without a destination;

I watched listlessly as other legs around me disappeared and soon I was alone;

hiding and sleeping in the filth of the dank darkness, ebbed into my helpless soul by a life I neither asked for nor was prepared for.



O’ dank wretches of the world of death shall come to claim me,

I’m not longed for this bright blue earth,

...and till the day I see my loved one’s in the sky;

I shall traverse the path worn null without a future,

...running.

In The Warm
02:40 Apr 12 2012
Times Read: 487




In the warm, I cast a die as I was born.

In the warm, whenever...

I may breathe the steam again.



In the warm, where sun and air a storm

...where skin toasts up like cookies galore,

in the warm;

...where waves accost me.



In the warm, where waves assault the norm

...and shrivels us like raisins near a sunlamp,

like fingers in a wetbath;

water never to be...

in the warm.



In the warm, the wind's a microwave

...and we're a popping our kernels 'pon the floor;

where morning and evening hours are reversed upon the store,

...in the warm;



Where we become the vampires we always feared.

Daddy, Mommy
20:24 Apr 09 2012
Times Read: 494




Daddy, mommy, why the hate?

I do not know, my sweet petite.



Daddy, mommy, why 'm I born?

Because we love you, more and more.



Daddy, mommy, am I safe?

We'll keep you safe till right old age.



...But why do they hate us?



Why do they fear us?



Why do they kill us?



What did we do?



There's no one answer we can give you.



All we can do is hope for peace,

then perhaps we'll live at ease.



Daddy, mommy, I love you.

Till the end of days, petite. Till the end of days.



...We love you too.

Tombstone Erected Puff Of Smoke
21:20 Apr 07 2012
Times Read: 502




I think I'll starve tomorrow, not of choice;

my choices stolen, leave me void

my agony unrelenting

...but somehow I'll wake up tomorrow.



I think I'll scream in pain, a notch evoked

where no breath of earth can save me,

I shall wander aimlessly, my fuel gauge waning

...my dreams of life, a puff of smoke

revoked.

20:43 Apr 06 2012
Times Read: 506

As a young boy, the squirrels would follow

the young'un me,

who's footsteps through the azure grass would leave a tail of nuts behind.

*crackle*

*crackle*

...And they'd be back.



As a young boy, the squirrels would follow

the young'un me,

who's footsteps from grandma's stoop dirt grey

to the endless park of woodland green,

where I would share a nutbar.

*crackle*

*crackle*

...And they'd be back.



As a young adult, the squirrels would follow

...and the human beings

whose footsteps followed mine

through ashen pavement, through azure grass,

through dirt roads rarely tread,

through the darkest crevice

where I would leave a trail of nuts behind...

*crackle*

*crackle*

...And they'd be back.



Fighting with squirrels.



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I am going through massive writer's block.

Please tell me if this poem is a failure or not.