Malakai

 

[shadowed]

Take the cover from my eyes
so I may stare blinded in light
that should have faded
with the fall of the sun
over the field's rows of answers.
The red god wept crimson shadows
leaping in the flames
as a wavebreak memory,
shotgunned
to take bated breath away,
to make you sway drunken
in the blurred light.
You are a face on the stage,
screaming mute for your turn
to be remembered.
Yesterday fell behind your shadow
walking close in pace
with the rhythm
of your darting eyes.
Feel safe in the empty promise
of tomorrow, a day away
the shadow runs with the sunrise
waiting for your crooked smile
to once more grace the stage.

 

Alpha stage incomplete

I am a beginning
A becoming
A red dragon lost

"I step toward the cashier,
and she refuses me eye contact.
Why are they so afraid
of what lies outside their world?
She hands me my change
with the badly scripted
"come again",
an expected robotic reply
from a failed actress
on a new stage.
Slowly, I exit with a smile
that no one sees."

I used to believe my eyes
Then I questioned life
[Why does blood smell as blood,
and a rose as a rose?]
My head is pounding
A dull throb to move the day along

I used to watch the sunrise
just because I knew it would.
Now life is a blur of chemicals
balancing me on a tightrope.
[getting tighter?]
Pop another dozen
Everything is brighter now
I thought I was beginning
But now I realize
I started at the end.

 

pierced

stainless steel
needles shake
piercing
rubber flesh
into the blood
know me
feel
where I've been
understand
what I've seen
how it works
believe
in the flow
constant
slip
seamlessly
between veins
consumed
in filth
unpure
so dirty
so true

 



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IMG00022

snowygates
snowy gates

071002013
071002013


030203027
030203027

goingdown
goingdown

serenity
serenity


possible
possible

look to laluna
look to laluna

chicagoland sunset
chicagoland sunset

 

red
red


malakai
     Antibiographical man. I am 26 years of age, living comfortably in Pontiac, Illinois. Male by the definition of anatomy, but slinking past the stereotypes all the same. This is a collection of a life behind jaded eyes, poetry that every man, woman, and child can feel and relate to. Take a step into the shadows and follow the breeze at your back, stepping always toward the light. Blink with me.


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