SPRKS IN CSF: Red flows clear

SPRKS IN CSF: Red flows clear:  Here spilled blood  flows clear , Muddied streams, they hold souls  , Every raindrop holds a curse,  icicles are spears , For the string of...

Red flows clear

 Here spilled blood  flows clear ,

Muddied streams, they hold souls  ,

Every raindrop holds a curse,  icicles are spears ,

For the string of thugs , your fates, lies cannot clean

 Yet rain on your families , your children ,

Theirs' to carry the burden , the dead never forgive...

Be it here or there , cruel your minds'  scabs,

Festers  within your souls , the decay , the stench,

It all coats , volcanic ash over a nation

Stench through time, the red has  colored the earth,

This decay, seeps deep within the nation's soul...

Poem by PC-3( 07/13/2026)

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss:  Ah, the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hints of garlic and chilli waft in , Sprinkled into the  cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle  my...

ode to my senses in time of loss

 Ah, the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hints of garlic and chilli waft in ,

Sprinkled into the  cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle  my palate,

At the back there is the garlicky goodness, all comfort, for my soul ... 

To soothe my soul,  for the day is shaky, in fears, in lost senses...

Lost days, those that I had pushed to the back, as I touch  my todays,

My loss of self , my anguish,

Now they have gripped me  again, 

For motherhood was just a taunt thrown at me as I held my dear child ,

My tears to just hold my  own baby , my entreaties  all naught, 

To the sperm giver ,was it all about power, all to torture ?

Today I seek solace in a simple senses of taste ,

For the dark forces gather again , the deep dark soul  drunk on  power,

Thiers  it is to destroy woman,  call themselves 'man'

Lecherous  beasts, dared you to stop me ,to be by my children, 

Yet in power , you wild beasts dare you rule my uterus ?

Dare you  breathe , lest your vile bile  fill your black lungs ,

Sputter you beasts as air grip in its loss, lost from you for all eternity...

Dare you  debase me , all us , all "me's";  

Then yours for eternity, through generations shall be the  veil of death,

 May bilious heavy air be forever  yours, envelope you ever ...

 

poem by Peace crane 3 (05/04/22)