Lose your hurt in smiles.

Your grief in a laugh.

He utters whispers that ignite teeth, mind, and claw,

That inspire bomb, sword, and fist.

All my friends drive

like we got extra lives

towards disasters

best to come,

All the beauty in the world,

could eclipse the sky,

or smile luminous,

in a child’s eye,

Fear of suffering,

hatches all the evils

of Pandora’s box…

Man makes plans,

God laughs…

but our demons

encourage us.

I have watched their blues

turn gray.

Visited their rotting wonders.

Horrid sound of weighted feet,

rat-prints in ash,

breadcrumbs, of human meat.

Everyone

is a mask of God

wearing

the devil’s clothes.

Apex Predator-

not to be confused

with, “Never food.”

The red soil of Mars

cannot truly be our home

until one man kills another.

I downloaded my essence,

hacking her code

to a groan of beeping.

Light sculpted,

luminous thread.

Who can snare the heart of a tiger?

Not with spear, with rifle, or net,

Not with unseemly promises,

Or whispers of regret.

Another cycle in the spiral

of love’s destined day.

Manifested by the unbroken chain

of generations, who found a way.

In the cacophonous collision of souls,

the rubbing of sweaty skin,

The unsung Vilomah

carried to tragic birth,

There was once a Great man, who transcended the wisdom of Solomon

She kept on tapping,

her finger upon my shoulder,

telling me, “You’re getting older.”

Here we remain,

after the year of pain,

depleted on the edge of deletion,

we pray for completion.