the nights of emptiness..
fall out like spluttering peppercorns...
over a fire hot...
the words of loneliness..
stand shielded...
like the stained sword..
of a soldier cold and forlorn...
the wars are fought by others...
i only detonate the bombs...
of the truth sanctimonious...
sacred and sacrosanct...
that what bombs can only do...
is effect change...
through a zillion wherewithal...
of love and tears uncommon...

the acid lingers on..
the asphalt angry with a raging torment..
the storms rips out..
hearts and diamonds forever torn off...
the nights of emptiness feel really crippling...
nothingness of flesh being shown off ..
here ..
there..
everywhere...
the gins scream past..
raping the moon lost...
the planes buzz away..
killing apart..
all smiles and dreams..
at their august crowns..
the bombs...
oh !  those beautiful objects of whispers and desires etched on and on.
those wondrous crucibles of many a soul wronged...
or of thirst of innocence forlorn...
rain on ...
ceaseless and merciless...
without any breaks...
without any distractions...
dancing and singing..
while snuffing out many universes at the cradle...
yet just and pure...
in remitting out punishment biased...
its the bombs after all...
the bombs..
of many a fanged accuser...
of many a rose prime...
that do the job...
the worst job..
the most malicious job...
of taking out forever..
someone's else's
sacred thoughts...

yet the night feels heavy..
heavy with metal red hot...
filled with the sirens of fire trucks uncounted  for...
yet its empties...
for many a flower virgin has become..
for eternity lost and dispersed..
amongst the worthless smoke..
of ideas and patriotism deceptive..
and polities and notions false....

my thoughts