The Petty Tyrant

ruler of egos,  

builder of debris that topples from petty needs.

collector of despots.

twists Innocence into guilt.

obsessed with ease, 

avoids Hard Work.


loveless.

undignified.  

blind.

powerless.



deranged.

I am Rudaali.

I am La Loba.

I am a Soul who grieves a loss so big, its grief 

I cannot contain in my body.

I tantrum, I yell, I scream, I ache.

I cry, I die.

I Awake.

And then I walk in the Rain.

I walk in the Rain.

Sometimes the harsh acid of love stings my nerves and
I waste away like dead rose petals in the gutter.

I linger near our garden and turn my head thinking that
I will catch your famished eyes beholding me.

But only clouds of surrender hover over my shoulder.

I sit with my abandoned self and try to gather some leaves, 

some pieces of life.

I mourn with melancholic rains.

Black roses bloom to embrace me with their doleful, 

darksome petals.

I rest my heart in their tender cradles until finally the
soils of death call for me.

A crippled raging heart

Bristled blood boils in
veins of onyx rage.

Frenzied breaths gasp for
vengeful wicked winds.

Fevered tears plunge in
storms of rancid ire.

Bloodshot eyes sear in
scalding floods of crimson fire.

Fuming furors shrill with
vicious vexing voices.

Agony besets wily a
crippled raging heart.

Devoured

You ravaged my lips to assauge your taste.
gnarled my body to quench your lust,
hurled me to vile's bitter winds.
I fend for broken pieces of trust.

Your synthetic words that now you give
far from soothe my wounded warmth.
It seems you further amuse your discovery of
affection's bruises now exposed.

I lay devoured in torrents of tears
What destiny is this that I invoke!
A frightful tempest tumults within,
ignites the fate that you withhold.

The Demon and the Angel

A Demon came and gnarled an Angel.
He bit her lip and slit her throat.
She died and cindered in cryptic infernos.
He tortured her Spirit in diabolical limbos.

The Demon devised such devilish designs.
He caged her mind in sinister craft.
She wandered madly in malevolent mazes.
He lured her in dire, treacherous paths.

Then the Demon awoke one night and beheld
Love glistening from the Angel's hands.
He quickly grasped her benevolent fingers and
Grew new wings in Heaven's land.

Three of Swords

Vomit choking a stifled throat
Bloody betrayal on beaten bones

Dawning disgust birthing a breath
Erinyes, wicked, whipping my chest

Malevolent blades laid on tombs
Darkness daggers in a woman’s womb

Shattered steel of trust and belief -
Remnants of an old pain-body

Wisdom Wine

My life is one of heavy karma.

These feeble-hearted loves, I have known before.

I know that in separation now they 

drink in shame -

wisdom wine in sultry glasses.

They reflect – on
Kindness withheld,
Love un-admitted,

Courage lost.

Memories of my flamboyant expressions of lust and ardor amuse me now.

I smile as the present makes things right.

Even my smile is one of mercy for them.

an Absurdity

It’s funny how the ones who ask me where my 

Passion went are the
Ones who stole it from me.

So deceptive it seems this question. 

Only afterwards, do I realize its' Absurdity.

It’s as if they stuff your heart with rocks, 

then wonder what they did.

I subtly give them hints, but they
shrug their shoulders unknowingly.

What am I to do at Dawn when
Midnight’s stars are tormenting.

I caught some rays at Sunrise, 

But those around me are still sleeping.