Photo A.M. Moscoso
Balance.
We need balance
in what we eat
what we wear
what we read
and how we conduct ourselves
in a Universe that demands
for our survival.
Balance.
Why is it then
that the ground under my feet
and the thoughts in my head
careen from one place to another
and never make sense.
Where
are
you
Balance?
Why do you hate me so, avoid me at every turn, never answer my call
will we ever be friends?
Will I ever know you
Balance?
RDP Tuesday: balance
A lover’s quarrel is happening under my skin
my bones are fighting with each other again.
They grind and grate they get on each other’s nerves
they yell obscenities at my muscles when they ask, ” Hey dudes seriously, what’s up?”
“You aren’t working with us, you aren’t working for her
all you do is snap, crackle and pop like a bowl of kid’s cereal.”
My bones won’t justify that with a reply
they’re caught in their own world
they don’t care what anyone says.
They’ll stay together forever
they don’t really know why
even though
it’s a grind, it ‘s a pain
being locked together
like this
under my skin.
RDP Tuesday: crepitus
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Darkness
despair
ruins of buildings, lives and the faces of people I knew
or thought I knew
visit me when I sleep.
These phantoms drive the nightmares
that visit me, that haunt me, that call the endless twilight in my head home
Dead images, abandoned words, forgotten promises and curses brought to life again now live in the daylight
in each word I carve on stone, in paper on bone.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Motor
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Murder, mayhem, maybe
yesterday I dug a grave for
someone
to loud, to obvious, so common
every spade of earth
raked and turned with care and joy
yesterday’s dream is ready for the wake
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mystery