07.07.07

Crackin… Snapin… down the hall
There strolled in a yellow eager man
Dancing in his mind; withholding the dark grief
Drowning…
in the world that happens to deepens his
seldom breathes

Three weeks drove by like a tragedy in Shakespeare
Lying helplessly…
crying away every moment remembered
Configuring the equation to his family tree
While…
Struggling to find the plug-in outlet to
his son’s embrace

Down the hollow halls you can fear
the thundering reverberation of suffering shouts
strenuously…
Rushing, colliding over one another, just to
catch up to his threatening gratitude

Wounded with the sniveling of his alluring halo
Nothing can help but to exaggerate and
harkens d-r-e-a-d-f-u-l-l-y…
Crippled as never before; he taunt,
snickering at every step
from the assistance that will make him dream

Driven with fear; in with an identification status
Hoping it was all nothing but a glance of déjà vu
Father oh just wait…
your daughter struggled through enough
Through numerous villains; green, yellow, and then red
She passed it, driving away through forests
full of sirens of pigs at every angle
Cautiously she made it through to the other end


Just hold your last breath, one more time till the time she has arrive…
You won’t be forgotten oh father,
PLEASE, how could you…


Tower time strikes turbulently at six o’clock
the yellowness deviated into pale blueness
Panic attacks strikes hard from below
Preparing for actions
this heart shuts and drops
s…l…o…w…l…y all you can hear is
unspoken emotions


Dial-tones being dialed all over town
Fumbling through my mobile device I shiver…
Faith is challenging me
ticking away, time dramatically
every seconds worth to make a change
But,
no one will get past the dial-tone now


Mister clock strikes 6:59 pm, the
yellow man’s breath decreases slowly
Thirty seconds later, all that was there was…
A warm heart within a cold stone bowl
Stomping in, here she is
Lying at her birth father’s chest
reminiscing back to the day when she couldn’t say
nothing but grr…gaa… da-da… da-da…


Lightening strikes the pumping soul of
the human brain, causing the distinct to
breakdown and weep away at this very man
Stuttering voice creep behind her conscious
Oh she inquire,
This is too soon



He’s gone for ever, her first earthling host
The one who taught her and yells at her
finally is shuts down gone
World shouts with pain from underneath
Last good-byes were given, now he’s wheeled off
to the ice box…
Swallowing my own words down to my stomach,
Father… Rest In Peace July 7, 2007 at 7:00 pm


<3 SPX

P.S This is my last revision before Kronzer goes on maternity leave, so she can read it. Thanks for the feedback it really help me add a voice into my poem!