Death

Tell me please

the preface…the story

of your facets of the Underworld

Darkness where your world travels

towards the surface

of Hell whom Deathopia reigns

Towering each burning life face

where faces of death lives

as a shadow

The face of the singing music

approaches the flesh

sauntering the delicate face

Seducing the skin

with interfacing rhythm

so seductive, so ugly and so empty

Defining existing face of mortals

ends with no escape from this storm

with no trace on the face of Earth

When Death calls for the living

face your fear

as the mechanics of Death face you

A Cry that Felt so Good

~A better tomorrow ahead...a new me...regenerated... A sense of release...relief...And as many times as I cried before, today, or days to come, I'll find the courage to build the strength inside and know one fine day I will cry no more!~

Yesterday I cried,I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra, and had myself a good cry.
I’m telling you,I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hotI cried until my head was hurting so bad,that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor. I want you to understand that I had myself a good cry yesterday.
Yesterday I cried, for all the days that I was too busy, or too tired, or too mad to cry
I cried for all the days, and all the ways, and all the times…I’d dishonored, disrespected and disconnected myself from myself, And only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others did to me the same things I’d already done to myself
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen; for all the things I asked for that had yet to show up; for all the things I’d accomplished only to have them stolen away, to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used!
I cried because there really does comes a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry…Yesterday I cried, I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt. I cried because hurt has no place to go except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place, and when it gets there…the hurt wakes you up!
I cried because it was too late. I cried because it was time. I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know that my soul knew everything I needed to know. I cried a soulful cry, yesterday.and it felt so good…it felt so very, very bad. In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming…Because, Yesterday I cried with agenda.

Dream...

He looked so pale in there. Do all dead people look so washed out? I was not scared though but in there I felt or rather sense the calmness in me which I dont normally feel when I'm awake. He was trying to talk me out of something but I didnt understand a word he was saying. The expression on his face was vivid though. His forehead crinkled as he grabbed my arms and shook me. His eyes were bloodshot and it was funny that I wasnt afraid, not a bit.

I know that face, it was so familiar and as I was trying to grasp what he was trying to say, I was also trying to recall this familiar face. I stopped, staring into his face. I feel hollowed out, as if everything I once knew bout him was scooped from inside me.He glared at me one last time as his silhouette slowly drifted apart from me. I tried to call after him but was choked in silence. 'Oh Jesus,' I wailed feeling both legs nailed to the floor. I gazed at the floor to summon my energy.

It suddenly felt so cold in there. Christ it was freezing. He stopped and from a distance I could make out the image of him huddling over a little object, willing it to life. I didnt take my eyes off him. Finally after three or four tries, he produces a quivering flame. He took a drag on what looked like a cigarette, breathing out, relaxing a fraction as he stared into the creek and back at me. Despite the distance, I could feel his eyes on me, luring me over just as he did a long time ago...

A Tavern for Purification

The lights which recessed into the floors, walls and ceiling were adjustable with the little switch made available and close at reach near the bathtub and the shower cubicle. Dimmed orange lights hit the grayish tiles which sets the whole uplifting mood and romantic ambience. The room looked alive under the soft shimmering light and the smell of tangerine, sweet orange and chamomile filled the air. The smell will indeed overwhelm you. The room itself has a grounding aspect that is so powerful; it can make even the numbness of life go away and the sense of power return to one’s soul.

Breathe in the scent…inhale slowly with eyes shut and let the sound of droplets of water coming from either the tub or the tap by the sink tingled in your ear. Listen closely and you will hear soft jazz music lingered into the room from the distant stereo. As the hot mist from the shower fills the air, it feels as though you are washed clean for the day. There is a choice to sit back, soak oneself in the bath tub enjoying every bit of the mouth watering scent of essential oil while laying the back of the neck on the toweled tub end and look to the heaven of man made stars on the ceiling or hit the shower cubicle where one can experience stimulating sprays of the multi 16 powered jet massage from the shower head which can be extremely exhilarating.

It is a luxurious experience of comfortability and relaxation as it not only massages the skin but soothes one with ultimate tranquil sounds. It is amazing how a remote environment can feel so modernly equipped with such wondrous facilities but then again the ambience in the room does create the mood of being away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

The whole show starts when the warm temperature seeps and filled the room and further reaches out to the skin. And as the light from every star starts to shimmer as if they have been poked through a sheet, it feels as though you are taken to a magical garden of Atlantic Ocean, a place that is so peaceful like you are sent into a sleep so deep that you can’t even remember your dreams.

Mortal Danger

It feels as though the walls are caving in. It's been months now that I've left my tears in but I know, I know it is never really over, not just yet. Moving on is not as simple as it is said to be. The memories that linger every night before i sleep and in the morning when i wake up...it wears me out. I sat down last Sunday morning and refused to do anything until i discovered that all the things I thought I'd figured out earlier were either wrong or not quite what I assumed.

The following evening, I finally got my first glimpse of reality after the long period I've been in denial. I was at my work desk at home when the phone buzzed. It was Mr. Too Good To Be True. The moment he spoke into the receiver I knew we were both in mortal danger...still in that instant i felt well...whole even. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot n fast through my veins again.

My senses filled deep with the elemental, honest words spoken by him and my heart reacted to it with serene inevitability. It was like there were never been any hole in my chest...I was perfect, not healed but as if there had never been a wound in the first place.