Tell me, 

Can your gloom ever bloom 

Or blossom in your doom 

While sitting in your smoking room

Blowing fumes, 

Growing branches needed to be pruned 

With medicines that's ready to exhume

Gloom repeating back and forth again,

It's hovering around the air like a perfume

Resume the playback that started it all,

It's time to reminisce memories in the storeroom

Now we're stuck in the waiting room, screaming for time to slow down and come back to the

Shipping room, packed and ready to roll out all the packages of broken dreams and shattered nightmares

It's almost there, it's almost time that we all can hear

You hear the click on the tock of the tick of the clock, it's starting to itch the addiction so you go to the break room, 

quick and ready to add some 

additives 

adding to 

addictive 

attitude

Give me some legroom, I'm starting to feel cramped up in this schoolroom

As a matter of a fact, I need to go to the backroom, there's a playroom with all of my costumes!

I'm accustomed to consume these mushrooms of fantasies, dreams and wonders

It's no wonder that 

I'm basically living a catchphrase 

"From Womb To Tomb"

Forlorn, she stands behind

cracked pane of glass.

Glass stares back

with soulful eyes -

broken reflection

sealed in ice.

Secrets hidden within,

she can’t recall.

Glass slashes her hand

plunging through

struggling valiantly

to find her truth.

For minutes, the night

has no sound as she

gasps in gulps

of dead skin flaking

onto frayed edges

on the other side.

Swept away by

splintered glass,

drops of sadness

cascade

in river of tears.

She envisions hundreds

of souls straining

to come through

the windowpane.

But she was her

own reality –

No one was

on the

OTHER SIDE.

She is the one

Who puts the coffee in my cup

As i sip her beautiful words

Making my stomach smile

Relaxing my mind

With her beautiful ora

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I saunter into clinic

With that jig

That'd put Mr. McMahon's 

Horrible swagger to shame

Freshly minted scholar

That's what I am

Not so long weaned

From the teats of instruction

Poise overflowing to the brim

Bursting with nous

Of all things x-rays and medicine

And medicine and x-rays

It is no small matter

What heights one will attain

Once mind is set to task

I shall take the world over hence

In comes a patient

Here to avail

Of the many wonders of

Diagnostic discipline

The requisition says, 

"Male; broken foot; NKDA

Acute pain; inflammation

And sensitivity on palpation"

Oh sweet! 

I shall set up for a 3-view

I prep the table 

Click-clack equipment to my will 

I go over and introduce

My humble self to wincing man

Hand out, ready for routine shake

"Hi, my name is J..."

I stop short

As my eyes capture

The image of a singularly

Nasty foot 

Lordy! I'm not touching that! 

I flash a fake smile 

As debate rages on between

Duty and Despair

Get yourself together

And do your job

Be good to patient while at it

Noblesse oblige

Hahaha! you're done for

Touch that foot 

And you throw up your guts 

Or worse, catch a malaise

Oh what to do?!

I am but a poor scholar

Freshly unlatched

From the warm bosom of instruction

Now find your distraught self

In the valley of dreary experience

Where mettle becomes naught

Whittled down to zero

Go to your happy place

That of knowledge and brilliance

And all that good stuff

The wherewithal of purpose

So I hearken unto Duty

And her gentle ministrations

As Despair is banished

To the exile of unwelcome thought

So I do my job

Viewing...touching. ..mending

3-view done. ..happy to serve

Poor patient now happily away

Then I'm reminded

Of the Golden Rule

And to be my brother's keeper

Such are Integrity's demands

I shall be kind

Now and always

For tomorrow might find me

The one with a nasty foot and all. 

To all the patients at

Memorial Hermann Medical Center, Radiology, Houston.

Thanks for aiding my training. 

And Be You Well Soon. 

Stumbling into bedroom gaze

of her pleading eyes,

he couldn’t avoid falling into

starlight shining on her raven hair,

her crystal tears transparent,

leading his way on her ruby road.

Her spiked kiss ripped apart his seams,

shredding him into little strips

as her black marble eyes mirrored

warnings and a black crow cawed,

its flesh and bones gone from

its feathers resting underground.

He sensed her existence slipping

through his outstretched fingers

as a midnight dove guided his way

to the black fate that led him astray.

He kissed her on her dusky skin

hearing winds of mourning wail

and felt her floating cold and lifeless

His kiss of death couldn’t rivet

his rivers of love inside –

it was like holding in tears

in a porous rag of dust.

Her love must live endlessly

below the ground of death.

He kicked the chair out

below his tired feet

joining her where she lay

with red roses on her breast.

I don't want 

To be alone

Tonight.

But I'd rather

Be alone by

Myself than

Alone with

Someone

Who once 

Claimed

To love me.

My biggest

Folly has

Always been

That I don't

Care to be

Loved, but

Now I would

Rather be 

Alone than

Lonely.

I hate to suddenly

   Pry but please do tell,

Why so compelled

    That you're thinking of

Sinking this Heaven to Hell?

I can tell you

  Crave to save disaster,

Mixin' affliction

   And missin' facts,

Nobody's low enough

    To call you master

I laugh, it's amusing,

   That you can't see

That the very

  Questions you're raising

Prove you're

  Desperate for me

Heaven, I scoff,

  As if you could

open that door

     That's why I'm

In the bed and

   You're on the floor

  Yeah, the floor is mine

From corner to corner

  But the border

In between is your

  Pure engineered disorder

The stars used to fall

    And the moon

Used to shine

   But you bring on a

Desolate chaotic design

Can you even

  Conceive of such a plan?

Didn't think so

   Never thought so

You proud little man

    Borders don't matter

When you look at the sky

  If anything's falling

it's my lightning

    Smiting you

        From on high

Look here

  You're not

    Mickey Mouse

And this isn't fantasia

   Save that shit

      For your club house

Don't be simplistic

     And just admit

I'm the lunatic

     All to amaze ya

Can't help but shrug

  That lightning

     Wouldn't even power

A firefly bug

How dare you

    Compare me to a cartoon?

Don't know what it was

About you that first

    Made me swoon

Your mind's in the gutter

    Your speech is still lazy

I hate you

What you're doing

     Is driving me crazy

Love and hate

     Like a fuckin' mixtape

  The bass bumps

     And the rhythm plays

Beat and treble

    To match each level

          Of belligerence

Malevolent yet evident

   Somehow we

       Stay relevant

Fuck that noise

   You never knew me

And I never knew you

   On good days

And bad I think you

   Felt it too

Through this fighting

   And resentment

      I ask

  Will you stay?

Because at this point

   I am lost 

And know

    No other way

I couldn't leave you

    If I tried

Only scenario is a burial

Can't bear to show

   I fear the feels

Concealed inside

How the Hell did

   This hate intrude us

Devil's gotta

   Hand out to crush

Conclude us

We are rebels

      Shit we started

Out as friends 

    Too much time

Invested to be

     Bested and end

We can reignite our flame

     And sever ties to this cold

And having defeated

    Our demons

  Together we'll hold

But as much as

  I love you 

      I can't imagine our forever

Until we shape up

     and make us

something better

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People tell me

They liked us

Together.

But they liked

What they saw

Because they

Didn't see the

Darkness.

Tonight

I'm thinking about you

Under this candle light

As my pen scratches this paper

Wishing i was with you

Feeling your heart beat

Holding your hand

Looking into your eyes of our desires

Kissing your precious lips

Longing for a night

A night of love making

A day for a walk

A moment of a perfect memory

Togetherness will be never

But its a dream

A dream that will be replayed on my mind

Tonight as i write this poem

I just wish i could read it to you

Reading it by a fireplace

Giving you soft kisses of passion

Rubbing your precious skin

But.............

As i look around me

I'm still alone

But in my thoughts you are right beside me

Why is our attraction so tender and real?

K.j.a. (c) 2016