Poem of Reality

Serene summer sky,

is often filled with dark clouds;

that’s reality’s metronome.

Lover’s kiss is nothing but a liar’s bliss

-and betrayal is in the slithering knife,

tempted to slit your throat.

Love or lust is hardly differentiated,

like that of a genius to insane.

When the enunciated serpent enters the dungeon

of the dragon is often burned with the fiery kiss.

That’s not morbidity, that’s the call to reality.

 

The violins are broken, and the guitars are burnt in the church’s holy fire

-and her genital hair is still dripping blood screaming the name of her abandoned child.

Sinister smile with a provoking look to the tearful eyes of mother Mary, triggers a sudden

laughter of masochistic thoughts, call to reality.

 

The urge for reaching deep a man to woman,

and her legs stretched, as he rushes between her like a drill machine

-her back curved and coiled, and her nails forced in her pleasurable toy's pulpy flesh,

forcing him deeper and deeper, screaming like a sophisticated w***e.

As string by string the mandolin breaks by over turned keys, she breaks the vows of her marital affair.

Her n*****s hardened and porous, and her vagina wet, sweats accumulate between her breasts.

She became the sold wife of a man, moreover a mother who died.

Now only she is alive, alive in hell, as her children, doesn't even know her stand,

She was a mother, turned incubator, followed by trials of adultery.

No, again, this is not morbidity, this is, just, call to reality.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

If you take this verse...and define the meaning of the lines...you see the reflective in the words...you continue to express:

Call to reality...

throughout the narrative...the first stanza gets to you as a reader and made me go farther within the whole plot of its intent...just gets to the thick of things with verbals tones...implemented in this write...