The Big Bang

Preceding "time" or "life" is just a ring with two polarities
Whose death match renders obsolete the smallest spark of "anything'.'
Opponents neutralizing all except a glowing entity-
Illuminating wonder as an incandescent offering.

A quick and stunning breath expelled in rapid sling-shot motion!
Watch every soul afloat in every molecule of spittle!
There is no "I" or "we" or "they" in flight in this commotion-
Only the faintest semblance of an "is" so vast and brittle.

Then all that "is" begins to dance a tango ever volatile,
With catapulted partners swept to realms to dwell or terminate;
Or just consume the anarchy- their passions so mercurial,
Until at last, a rhythmic flow does every body navigate.

Ensuing calm and settling flames give birth to vita temp'ral
While every soul becomes encased in stellar ash and waters.
Mystical and intricate, a tragedy ephem'ral
Thrust to a world resplendent with the remnants of star slaughters!

Our fragile suits whose threads are flanked with singular insignia
May serve to blur the knowledge of interconnected forces.
We're bound to all by lethal dust- strange agent of principia-
This pulsing light the unity of every[ ]body's courses.

One

So intertwined
You twinge and chills run down my spine
And in the grind
I hear your voice when I speak mine

So Passive Aggressive

"Home" creating severe cacophonic mellays
Of resounding violence
Quiet ricochets, commences ever foul displays
Of increasing pestilence

Your loathsome smile though tolerable a while
Seeps into the realms of my demonic desires
To charm, to thrill, to alarm, to fill
Each harmful will to arm myself to kill

Perhaps it's time to chat, my dear
Or else you've really much to fear

It's the National Day on Writing

I logged onto Facebook this afternoon. A friend of mine posted a link on his wall to the NWP website. It is the National Day on Writing; and the folks of NWP want to know why people write. Here goes:

Weeks have amassed without a single creation of mine- eternities since I've channeled my soul into my fingertips and transposed the fragments of my being. The accumulation of so much time without expression is... beyond expression. That's precisely it! To be without words is to reach profundities of meaninglessness that absorb my consciousness and cast a fog over my identity. If I don't give voice to my feelings, if I have no thoughts, I don't exist. For me, writing isn't just an exercise in catharsis, it is the process of self-actualization and the lasso that captures and attaches me to my reality. Without it, I slowly dissipate into the ether- I cease to be.

Such blessed moments of lucidity keep me grounded, keep me happy, regardless of the news they bear or their eloquence. It is the act itself, the process, that aliments. It is for this reason that I must continue to write. My fuel, my life force, consists of each character, each sentiment, every composition that sheds light upon my current condition. Writing is what thrives me; and without it, I starve myself into oblivion.

Extra cheesiness

We've finally hit those minor tunes
We've finally reached the dissonance
But you’re the only person who
Could penetrate my fortresses

Though the frightened part of me
Wants to break free and run,
You’ve become the heart of me;
So let’s stick to our guns.

Catastrophes will often land
To shift our laid foundations
Tectonic plates can’t understand
The thrill of our elation

It’s in the darkness that we find
Our way back to each other
It’s in the storm, it’s in the grind
When we’re assured we’re lovers

Rebirth

The squall slams against the brick,
Torrents wreck both dirt and sea.
These nights cut me to the quick,
Blankets feign to comfort me…

Comparable to the hostilities
Of tempers gone awry.
Cracks harbor incivilities-
Darkness creeps in as I cry.

These sheets dissolve my world away.
I lose myself in every splash.
To be reborn within the fray
Is to absorb each crippling thrash

Then pulverize my ineptitude!
Obliterate my strife!
Power at such magnitude
Is sure to transform my life.

Every whaling, howling gust,
Every bolt that punctures me,
A metamorphic shift I must
Let penetrate and embody.

I purge myself of every weakness,
Purified by my annihilation
With coming dawn- no lin'gring meekness
My new self radiates exhilaration.

Guabancex

Years of sheer abandonment accrued with such distaste.
Hapless measures, empty gestures have all been misplaced.
I see your loathing, the repugnance spewing like black rains.
Each day dawning, 'tween the yawning, your respect just wanes.

Perhaps I'll wipe you out, my dear, destroy your house, your home.
Unleashing all your banal fears, strip your protective dome.
And as I smite your loved ones right before your wicked eyes,
My fuel will be the vengeance from your cowering, pleading cries.

I'm Guabancex, I don't perplex,
You will show me utmost respect
You've grim prospects, if you neglect
To yield to me in all aspects

I'll channel your hot air into the winds that batter you-
That pulverize your nation as they slap and shatter you.
And as you quiver with remorse and think of me at last,
Watch Guatabá assail you with his clear, electric blast!

He sets flame every which way as I scowl in your face
I hold the power to your survival and am deaf to your "praise"
Did you think you could evade my deepening disdain?
Now Croatrisquie will come to flood your weakening terrain!

I'm Guabancex, I don't perplex,
You will show me utmost respect
You've grim prospects, if you neglect
To yield to me in all aspects

Aaaaaaah, I taste your salty tears doused in his ocean foul
You whimper as you call our names; but all I do is growl
My comrades maul and inundate at my supreme command;
To ensure that in the future you'll do as I demand....

I'm Guabancex....