Monday, October 24, 2016

Taking The Dice

Tangled branches cast reflections
In the absence of light, so intricate.
Heart beats faster, recollections
Never before, yet now, so delicate.

Thoughts move quick and deranged
Through vast spaces of the mind.
All decisions have been made
Nothing else there is I can find.

So silent, yet loud, in its voice
No longing, no thoughts whatsoever.
Truly now I have made my choice
To stay afloat tonight, if not forever.

No trust, no opening of the heart,
No more signs of human weakness.
To leave behind all what was tart--
This feeling is truly just a sickness.

I am a castle, I am a wall forevermore.
To lobby for myself only; the night is long.
Nonetheless, the morning has a door
Into normality with the birds' waking song.

All for me, for no one else is this lore:
To be above all games and bitter lies,
Realizing there's always need for more,
I shall leave, taking with me the dice.

A.K.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Sertraline

Sertraline in her mind
Makes it all even
Yet so far from fine
She is now a seaman

A week full of trials
Starring into silence
No more nightmares.
Rigid jaw muscles

Few hours of sleep
Avoiding excesses
And breathing deep
Not making guesses

Damage has been done
Dark side was released
Slowly rising sun
Glimpses of hope in the mist

A.K.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Sips of cold autumnal aerial streams

Sips of cold autumnal aerial streams
Dress the soil in withering husks
In fog have been lost all summer dreams
Last remnants hidden in bleak dusks

So sweet is the feeling of solitude
The magick of desolation is divine
Broken shards that we constitute
Perfect in imperfection, gems o' time


A.K.
 

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Lethe

Waters of Lethe carry me away
Bring sweet nighttime into day
Let me forget and dull all pain
Make me complete once again


Turn the misery into wine
As I loose all track of time
I am your slave, oh murky river
Bound to the shores of silver


Soon there will be no more me
Feeding on my soul, flowing into sea
Taking more than what you give
Lethe, in your fluid I bereave


Every time so close to drown
Every day not unlike the 'morrow
Shall I gather the remnants of will
And leave the waters so shrill?


Perhaps after I get drenched again..
One more sip of ambrosia into my vein
Another hour in your precious embrace
My mind and body, away they waste

A.K.