But Bloods are Dye

its a follow up to :
http://anemboldenedmystique.blogspot.in/2012/11/hurling-cusses.html

Cussess
&@#..@

feels lighter
Better
Like a whiff of smoke
Takein in slow...
Let..out... in circles

Like a Show
Rough
Coarse
Abuses..
Harsh
Raw
Abuses
Flavoured..
Savoured
Abuses

Wounding Deep

Why should I hear?
and not vent at all?
Let me vent the cussess
Hurled and hurdled deep
By the one who hurts
By the one who runs deeper
In the veins like blood
Like a kin
of a second skin.
But kin are blood
thicker than water.
Wine?

I measure softly
tread gently
they are my blood-
I reason
My black soul laughs
Tells me:
they are'nt kins..
They clean not like water.
Cling hurt like dye.
Black-Red.
Cusses are Dye!

Hurling cusses

I am hurt,

and you people:
hurt me more
...



I am crying,
 deep inside
and you rake
you demand
your barbed words
wrench my heart.
I too retaliate!!

not thinking-
uncaring
for the
Consequences.



did you ever ask
why do I hurl
cussess,
use words to swear.



Behave : like a
rough-shod Pseudo man.


we be of one blood
ye and I: I am told
But bloods are dye...

Addiction

A whiff,




ooh Delight.



A Swig,



Tipsy Liberation!



An injected ministration-



A Raving hallucination



addiction



passion



totaling to:



A Six feet under:



a PALE halo of a body



Turned to a



Darkness,



Sheer Devils Delight...!!



.

Sleep

My restless livers...

Tired of measuring life?

You traveller

To sleep I lure you..

Come.

To comfort

To lull you

to rest,

Come.


(for some reason- I cannot give a physical description to the traveller, no matter how much I try)