Whomping Willow

 

Unfiltered Spam 

Not, Not a nasceant napalm

ruffles the roots

ever so slightly

With weathered feathers 

She grimaces very very quietly. 

Right now 

Appearances are all that matter 

Turbulence inside closed barks 

screaming into a plywood pillow

hurricane hovers around the whomping willow. 

She survived 

a heightened high school war

the evil nature's call 

Will she will continue to stand tall 

after every fucking fall?

Breathe

Completed 12 years of blogging last week :) 

As Shattered promises of tomorrow

Splattered all over my bedroom

I pulled out my pipe

Decided to exhale smoke

Rather than inhale hubris

for a change.

And listened to the tunes of yesterday

Since history is doomed to repeat itself

Maybe this once

it will bloom by itself.

Any which way

I am not going anywhere

I have nowhere to be

Except be me in this moment

Right now.

And inhale in all the terrible glory

Exhale all the grime and gory

Soaking in the momentousness of surviving today.

As the crow flies

Clandestine creeping in

Of relevant restlessness

Growing apathy

Winged venom

Acidic antidotes

Sure seeping in

Of a crow’s courage

Just a tremulous throw away.

So bark away

I’m not an orphaned stray

I will stamp my say

For all those who stay

On a half moon day.

Nirvana

 

 My poem is response to the below sunday muse picture prompt. you can find other entires on the link here

 

I stared at god

With my sorry eyes

Was he a benevolent being

Even 

after all he is seeing?

Or 

just another soul fleeing

from 

What he was actually feeling

In pursuit of a deeper meaning?

His eyes look tired

All seeing

Pain ensuing no doubt

A deity is a constant state of being

Feeling for all of humanity

I hear his silent prayer,

When he sees his little kitty,

For all my seven lives

I gave him a thankful purr

For giving me strength

We embraced,

I was born.

 

Standing tall

 

At the cusp of my downfall

I stand tall

Loyalty only has gotten me so far

to this toxic devious stick

performing its gleeful shtick

I laugh at my own demise

Isn’t this the whole premise?

I got my life force sucked out of me

One evil kiss at a time

Sugar diabetes lung incapacity what not

My vestiges still flutter

Just pour on the butter

Let me roll in the gluttonous gutter.