Desperation

rejection and pain

desperation and shame

ribs clenched

palms tensed

mouth dry and never quenched

composing condition

imposing ambition

perpetually falling

jeering and calling

self-destructive remorse

Hills of Ash

hills of smoke
with broken eyes
gaze upon
the burning forest

maple trees and
oaks and pine
breathe the smoke
out of their belly

flys and spiders
hide from sight
while all the birds
sing songs of sorrow

grass and soil
stay in silence
and listen close,

"life from fire
death from ash
we sing, we sing
the world is ours!"

The Beggar Man's Addiction

There once was a man

who was known through the land

for his lack of self-control.

He was shunned and pitied

but no one knew how witty

to a wicked extent he was.

He was told to vacate

when he asked for a plate

of his only desire; ice cream.

That is all that he thought

no more and no less

sometimes he would wish for just ice at best.

With a gleam is his eye and a dream in his mind

he asked the tailor, 'would you be so kind

as to lend me a plate of ice cream?'

The tailor was shocked
and he sat and he pondered
and after a moment he stood and responded
'I am a tailor and I have not one cow
So leave me my peace and get out of here now!'

Through all the hassle the beggar was baffled
but was struck with a vision of the king in his castle!

Because as you recall

he was no beggar at all

but a man of camouflage
virtuoso of espionage

His addiction to conviction was his best imperfection

as he determinedly walked in the castle's direction.

He went to the king and entreated his help

But he laughed at our hero with a bark and a yelp,

'You expect me to help a beggar like thee
I am the king of this land and I own all you see!
Now leave me be or I will cut off you're head

And ill cut it again just to make sure that you're dead.'

‘Please sir’, said the beggar in pure aspiration.

'My gestation is facing pure desperation.

'To share some custard?'

And after these thoughts the king deliberated 

‘Should I be nice, or unleash all my hatred?’

And he thought and he quarreled in his small mind of his,

thinking of what the kingly thing is.

'I surely have enough ice cream for a city and a third

But will I seem weak if I share my custard?'

His thoughts started churning as he plotted his scheme
He thought so hard that he turned into cream

His servants and knights just could not believe

they had no idea of what the "beggar" achieved.

'The king is dead!', they shouted in panic.

'The man is a witch or he's surely satanic!'

While the people of the kingdom ran around in a fit

The beggar enjoyed his very own royal banana split