My Cold Hands Her Stay

That forever we together be,

I wish. My mind it plagues uncertainty

For human doth I mistake make

Approximately occasional, I may

Her subtle heart of beauty break

It seems like my cold hands never wer' her stay.


The worst lover, and best sinner

Of sorts I am. But my love and forgiver,

She remains soothing ever bland

Like she waits my return to my old way

That she may smile and gently tap my hand

If her love wanes, could my cold hands be her stay?


That forever we together be,

I wish. But to the restless, his uncertainty.

Copyright © macalurs 2007

The Virgin Boy's Story

Our lips met and time stopped
As the sun watched a mortal kiss a goddess
When eyes are kissed shut, emotions erupt
And souls entwine in their own furnace
I pause as tears from her eyes roll
T'was just us two, and no tomorrow.

The wind is still 'tis evening
Nothing's moved like nothing dares
Even the birds refuse to sing
Like God hath paused His chores and stare
She moans softly as I kisses trace;
I lick the sweet tears from her face.

My melting heart I cannot help
My tears let go as taste I her breasts
She smells like angels ought to smell.
And I shall make her bosom my nest
And let it be told and re-told in the cosmos as destiny;
That I slept in her arms, and the rest-- history.


Copyright © macalurs 2006

As You Walk...

Through the sorrow and the wine
Immerse in liquor stupor thine
Starve thine gaunt atwitter mind
Today a prince, tomorrow swine

Through the hellish fate and caste
Wish for palace, but feed the rats
That teach you digging tacts and tricks
Beneath the earth thine gold amassed

Through the wins and all but loss
Watch thine feet with fingers crossed
As to the gambler's toss, his coin
All thy treasures worthless rust.

Through the toils and all but rest
Sweetest vine ye soothe thine breast
Afeast like no tomorrow be
In pursuit of happiness.


Copyright © macalurs 2006

Thump

A walk alone--
Life's hacked terrain;
A song's drooling tone,
Same beat, same refrain.
Thump!
Thump!

My unfocused stare--
Barren lands, its futile thrive;
My withered hands on torso bare,
I feel the beat, I am alive.
Thump!
Thump!

Splayed out on its hacked terrain--
Skulls of battered, bones of bruised;
That's the trainman, where's the train?
I love his coat, his hat, his muse.
Thump!
Thump!

I feel the beat, it thumps inside--
But for the heat, I'm still alive.
Thump!


Copyright © macalurs 2006

The End.

She reads, she cries

The letter, "what lies!";

The flickering candle starts to die,

Licks fingers and "tsss", goes the light.

He lies, he breathes

Deeper, sigh heaves;

The silky blanket know'th no warmth,

But heart still warm where fire burnth.

After all that is and hath been said,

Nothing came, but nothing fled.

Copyright © macalurs 2006

Christmas

Christ!? Do I believe? I should. That he's the saviour of the world, the redeemer of mankind, yeah I should believe. But I don't, fully. I think he came to set an example, not to save mankind from his father's wrath. hehe

I'm just kidding. I wish it were as uncomplicated as that. Everyday when I look arround me, I see cause & effect, instead of predestined destinations. There's just alot no one understands, not even me. I've asked questions, and all I get in the end is "just believe". It doesn't play very well in my head. I'll make a detailed explanation later. Just felt like saying something.

It's 24th and it still doesn't feel like christmas... I dont forget the harmattan and the cold and my mums cooking and the smile on faces and that fuzzy feeling that made me wish christmas lasted for some 6months more. I miss home.

My holliday.

Just a little curious how personal I should get out here... or should I just pour it out? like: let it all go? hmmm I got a lot typing to do that's for sure. I'm not sure how many people are going to read this and to some extent, I care what my readers think-- I guess I should.

Life is a fun game. I put all effort into it and once in a while (like now) I burn out. I get so used to the hustle and bustle and I end up hating to stay idle. Somewhere inside it seems like I want the days to fly past. Why is that? Maybe I'm waiting on something better, something brighter. Hope. "The quintesential delusion of the human mind, simultaneously the source of his greastest strength and his greatest weakness" (the 'Architect' the matrix). It keeps me going, and it burns me out.

It's christmas and I have 5days away from work, I just can't wait to go back... eeeew I can't belive I just said that... Christmas without a family to spend it with-- aint that a bitch? I'll just chew crackers and drink a gallon of milk, my stomach will keep me busy; I hope to lose a few pounds (those ones I dont even have) on the toilet seat.

Meanwhile merry christmas y'all... dont forget to write a new-year resolution ( we all know writting it is half the work done)

first say

hehe y'all

Never thot I'd start bloggin'. "bloggin'" is that even a word? Well whatever.

Yeah my name is makarios. Call me mack.
I'll talk about whatever I want, and whatever the gods tell me to. You'll get into my head as I make posts. Thanks for coming out. me.