Post FB Poems

Tears
Whirlpool
Maelstrom
Choked hurts
Hunts crossroads
For ways out.

Inky dark
Daytime blots
Eyes like black veils
And jets of octopus hurt
Poisoned phallus
Of doom.

Chrysalis tomb
Tomorrow,
I am where I will
Always be
At Groundshog fair day forever
Till death does me part.

Cleaver slivers my meat
Howling for salvation
As espresso images shoot
Through failing heart
Flailing flashing
past attempts
At redemption.

When  will this  work be done
Which has never aimed for purpose
The journey
Through jungles curling back
Into its own dull womb
When will my mystery
Arrow shoot for the kill
End stop by thanatos
And severed from quivering flesh
Put back into the odious
Quiver,
It came from?

Orion
Oracle
And all ye Gods
That Man would hold answerable
Acquittal withheld
Till you justify me.

Run out

Run out of words
Run out of fuel
Run out of poems
Run out of duels

Got no combustion
No new expressions
Nowhere to run
Yet run out of town with
Heart aches to burn.

The race has outrun me
The world has left me behind
I am on the blind track
Time curves back on its spine.

My diary said leave it
Blank pages will be fine
When you're done with your mind
You have to run out of lines...

There's a new year looming
And it looks good so far
The sky beams its black face
Dull Moon  and star blinding
Loneliness.

While the dumb universe
Loves kissing its ghosts
Its dumbstruck creatures
Keeps refining new measures
Of loss.

I am sharp out of blue skies
And fresh empty breath
The tingle of too many failures,
My crowning wreath

I am tingling with  tattoos
Freshly etched on my skin
Surface to grave mark the taboos
And drown within.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015