WAITING IN LIMBO
Sitting on the muddy banks
Of faded realities,
Lingering in the spaces of time,
Lost souls struggle:
Seeking another Dreamer.
Powering pawn brokers,
Tighten their mogering grasp
Beyond the setting sun;
Leaving frailed victories festering
And waning in winds of change:-
White opiates coagulate,
Flowing black dreams
Of mesmerized minds;
Oblivious to fading freedoms
Chained and rotting away:-
As time and life sag on,
Let’s not be as a drooping bosom
Sagging due to incised-bleeding;
Rather, let’s be as pregnant wombs
Breaking waters of liberating justice:-
Indeed, let’s scream renewed life,
Nourished keloid-ancestral-navels,
Waxed and hardened by sarcasm
Against the trumping-musky rhetoric
Streaming against democratic equity:-
Ah! Fresh paint's aroma
when I open the can
like a breeze o'er the meadow
stirs my olfactory glands
But then when I’m done
the tired paint, coagulate
What a sucker I was ~
to fall for the bait
Finally, my blood began to coagulate.
Disoriented; from all that’s bleeding through.
Trying to grasp the hand of my soulmate;
I notice a heart that’s receding too.
And now, one heart beats where there once were two.
In life or death I see no love that’s true.
Finally, my blood began to coagulate
between the bodies that's our fate
this place of death dressed in red
with the debris that covers the dead
they lay so still, with the stench they wait
We were young not so long ago
and tried to chase each rainbow
with dreams, we held to our breast
we pounded our fists on our chests
We now lay broken, in this muddy field
and here we'll die on our shield
so plant your flowers, our days have gone
across our graves, will rise another dawn
this sacred ground, you will walk upon
Finally my blood began to coagulate,
surrendering to wounds from constant battles.
I was fading in shades of an Autumn leaf,
crumbling to seasonal trials,
yet, searching for a remedy
to prevent winds from carrying me away.
In the pantomime of life,
I've learned how to pretend.
Hiding the truth behind each scar,
visible and invisible, engraved upon my skin.
My soul is a testament to inflictions fought and won.
Sometimes lacerations ache,
yet the pain can never define me.
For within me burns a spirit, fierce and full of flames.
I've soared over storms,
illuminated in the darkest night -
still, I rise to the call of morning Robins.
Each clot forming is a symbol of resilience,
as in the face of adversity, I find my lion nature,
so let the blood coagulate, let healing begin.
I am a samurai not prepared to retire my Katana sword.
Through every trial, I'll emerge stronger,
until it's finally time to go back home.
Finally my blood began to coagulate,
and stopped to seep out of the slashed heart,
lacerated in the tempest of turmoil
by the sharp shards of your refutation.
In the memory meadow I found a crack split open
in the longing ledge of my hypnotized heart,
where the sole sapling of love bloomed in brilliance,
freed from the compelled confinement of isolation.
In your embrace my senses gracefully turned
into rhapsodic rhythm of heart enchanted within,
set the course of the lingering love so long latent
to sail in the sensuous stream of my yearning.
In the tormenting torrent of zooming zephyr,
as you drifted away unconcerned past me,
and blew a devastating storm of apathy,
my fragmented fervent feeling became rapture ruins.
Your flouting indifferent footsteps trampled
my emotive flower as you departed uncaring,
its crumbled petals made a wreath
for the bleeding bits of my broken heart.
In the flow of time I saw the essence of my soul,
its healing measures created the concerto of clotting,
as liquid lines turned into coalesced connection,
the splendorous suture made my heart whole again.
Finally my blood began to coagulate
When you stopped doing what I hate
If not, expect the most unpleasant state
Of things from lightest to highest skate.
You should never ever be late
Whenever you invited me for a date
I’m a girlfriend who’s impatient to wait
My boredom is always at the zenith of rate.
Usual lines played like songs from Kate
On ears of her most devoted suitor, Nate
But, biggest surprise suddenly came in crate
Carried by young men marching from the gate.
Men with all kinds of roses started to sate
Her doubtful heart making his proposal to escalate
A wonderful rite performed by each of his mate
To win successfully a wife, cutting their late dates’ fate.
FINALLY
Finally my blood started to coagulate
My strong will- power succeeded to regulate
Sudden shock pushed me to merge in mud of sorrow.
Couldn't control my pain through continuous blood flow.
Sinking slow to the abyss of despondency.
Failed to stop this irresistible tendency.
A ray of hope flashed as my supreme consciousness
got associated with my firm self confidence.
My inherent strength was awakened to formulate.
FInally my blood started to coagulate.
Finally, my blood began to coagulate.
I counted up my fingers, and found I had eight;
And so, I'm sorry to say, for me it's too late;
But I'm still alive, and hope to spare you my fate.
Let me stress the importance of kitchen knife hygiene.
Listen up, budding chefs, and you will see what I mean.
If you do not sharpen your knife, you’ll pull and you’ll tug,
And you’ll fight with your food, until you give it a slug.
You’ll cut up your fingers until you’re covered with blood
Which will spurt out from you like a diluvial flood.
Your face will turn white; and then you will fall with a thud
While up on your cutting board remains that dumb spud.
So, sharpen up your knife until meat cuts like soft butter,
But miss and you’ve no fingers in the kitchen to putter.
Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
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Coagulation
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.
Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters of millstones
For ruminating relics to follow,
Thin images of wispy encounters
Fade
In lost chords of words,
Ghosts gel from gashes.
Impostors of reality
Spit rebellious clots into ruminating plateaus,
And phantoms,
To leave a crimson stain
On unwelcomed daylight and martyred Mondays
Stirring penance from clotting confessions.
Tourniquets unbound,
Veins transfused congeal in coalescence
As platelets and corpuscles gather yesterday
Into the flow, a cadence, blood pressure restored,
The pulse of reminiscence throbs
Memoirs course through venous vessels,
Then seek a place
To dream.
Finally, my blood began to coagulate
After a very long time of wait
Wounded and lost too much blood
I was drowned too long in a flood
Now my vein learned to halt my bleeding
And my heart and mind are pleading
That though, I was injured in this fight
Soon, may I see the shine of light
My blood now becomes sticky to drop
And my profuse bleeding begins to stop
And courage slowly replaces my fear
For, I must fight for someone so dear
Now, my blood is harder to stir
But dares to face the blades of spear
For, flee or fight, soon, I'll die anyway
Better for me to fight my way
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
And my heart slowed down a beat.
I looked back to re-evaluate,
And how I ended up on the street.
It was a beautiful, sunny day outside.
So what could I do?
The perfect day for a bike ride!
First, I fixed my tire with Gorilla Glue.
My bike was really fast,
And soon, the wind was blowing in my face.
How long would my bike ride last?
I was going at a steady pace.
And then, the unthinkable occurred.
My tire went flat!
Agghh was my last word,
A loud bang, and I was down like that.
My knee started to bleed,
And a kind couple came to my aid.
They gave me a towel, which I did need,
And poured me a glass of lemonade.
Valuable lesson learned...
Don't fix your tire with Gorilla Glue!
Finally the blood began to coagulate
my journey is ended I just recently thought
now the dizziness in my head seems to abate
but a broken leg may be the trial I wrought
when finding my dog was surely all I had sought
Life is uncertain when catching us unaware
Walking in darkness with only night's gentle light
if we were but wizards, we might simply prepare
for life's hazards which are beyond reach of our sight
still, I found my dog so now life looks very bright
Finally my blood began to coagulate
As I lay dying on the ground
Taunted by their words of hate
With their guns still spitting such sharp sounds
Now I had met my final fate
No more homeward bound
My death would be honoured by a date
Faded photographs would my memory surround
All else forgotten and much too late.
SIRENS
Finally my blood began to coagulate.
I woke to the sound of sirens,
Someone’s in trouble,
Hope they’re all right.
Force reluctant eyelids apart
And see … nothing.
Blink, blink, blink -
And through a fog
Broken glass.
Try to move.
Legs trapped, numb.
Someone’s sitting on my bed?
Reach down,
Leg hot and sticky.
A distant voice,
“I’m Dave, a paramedic.
Have to stop the blood.
Press down on this.”
More sirens.
“Fire service
Here to cut you free.”
Sharp scratch,
“Keep pressing.”
And finally ….
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