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Relax Honey... The Worms Will Play!
Oh honey one day,
We will both part;
To rot in graves,
And waste away:
Playing with worms,
And dancing with maggots,
As they climb all around.
Relax love all is well!
Soon we'll be down bellow,
Cavorting with the others, under the ground.
B. Maxine Revolution
Honey I'm home..
but only echoes greet me.
the only smiles shown
are broken memories laid anyway but discreetly
silence is my new found spouse
the only weather I notice is my tear soaked blouse
the only thing I hear is mumbled noises from my mouth
the only food in my fridge is fear
I seer and season it it with my blues
everything in here including myself are askew
looking for my honey and all I found was bees
living in a hive of horrors
when once living but a dream
I dont even fight time
without you this life is not mine
still I scream the same question still
looking for my love my honey who has been killed.
This is dedicated to my grandparents' late dog, Honey. Enjoy!
on the patio,
one more request.
Going into a forever rest, a deep, dark sleep.
We all know why you have left us,
you have stumbled upon an opportunity to be relieved of your pain,
as you have had to deal with it since 6 years old.
A dog that will forever be missed, as one of which we can be proud to call family.
You didn’t give up, and that is all that matters.
You tried but you just couldn't hold on anymore, and worst of all…
Grandpa thinks it was all his fault.
grief, hate, life, love, myth,
(Greek Hero Agamemnon Part)
Love has gone for victory
made the love blind for victory
and slain the innocent heir
oh the game of goddess
the remained love
weaved the hive for another love philter
bitterly sweet in fictitious love!
slain the coming back love
made oblige to wear the cloth of repentance
till last breath
for the love
got shy to come back
oh the fate
again came on the hand of innocent rest heir
all were stained with the fresh slain blood!
-January 16, 2020 Chattogram