I remember your eyes
Hidden behind lenses
In front of everything
I swear! We talked
without lips moving
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I remember your eyes
Hidden behind lenses
In front of everything
I swear! We talked
without lips moving
New kicks, new gear
In today, waiting for tomorrow
The more I try
the less
I cut across
to her
My voice less audible
Resistance the answer
Hence, I say
Forget the now
I don’t want the present
Everything I crave
Resides in the bosom of tomorrow
Every kiss
Every wish
Every bliss
is somewhere only I can see
Sometimes, wings appear
Barring teeth cutting gum
the blind closes
Night visions, illuminated eyes
A horn next
Crossing the line
Many times I feel
like hell and heaven
kicked me out and
closed both doors
.
Divine feeling
words on lips
when we kiss
The devil I mean
Her eyes locked on mine
Sky pact, when we bleed
Gives us the space to tangle
Stronger connection
Knock me off!
knock me down
I’ll hold on
While we rise
Same high same sight
when our Eyes do meet
..
A closed channel
No one dials in
Except me
And I like it that way
I stay and revel
In the ease of evil
drops of rain when I laugh
dark moments, I swim
gray clouds, I submerge
The energy, I savor
every drip, please on tongue
At the edge of the flowing water
Another change of constellation
Stars and gods
Hands and prayers
I and you
Move into a different axis
Doing our best to fulfill orders
Given by the pre-existing adages
A journey full of everything under the skies
I feel you now
In this moment
All things considered
—-
Baby,
it’s our turn
To imprint into the sun and moon
Until,
we both move away
Our light, diminished
“Your turn“ – we were told.
Listen to the sound
Coming from the back
All the way at the end
Singular, repeated
Growing, hovering
Pulsating through the shadows
Seeping back into my mind
Shapes and hexes
Demons and ghouls
Angels and jinns
All scrummaging this plain
Cut wings,
fallen through the cracks
down onto this vivid reality
where
one can never escape
……
I seek the truth
Although
Every corner I turn
I fall victim
Drowned by the shrieking
Bullets stuck on black skin
Time refusing to move
Stretched out years
Compressed into parallels and seconds
Smiles from the shadow men
Shinning boots on red soil
stop me from going into the forest
Closed my eyes and
I find myself in the center of cathedrals
gods that don’t move my core
Full time job pretending my soul accepts
Time has moved
Frequencies hastened
Here I am
Chastened by old wrongs
…..
Caught between a square
Green slime concoctions
Crosses and serpents
Faceless without my gods
12 seasons turned to one
Ancient spirits destroyed by another man’s summation
one leading nowhere
From the beginning
Only one sound I hear
……
In a land gifted with circles
Resurrection and rebirth
My soul only seeks redemption
Freedom in the deepest dark
That forest called evil by sailor tongues
There I must go
Returning, reverting
trace back
Foot prints on sand
Snails and cowries
My lane our lane
Paved in our own tongue
comes with rich tones and melodies
Reverberating throughout the land
Of the children under the sun and moon
Time sliding like a swing
Or is it me?
In a box
Pendulum deciding
To ring or to sit this one out
I believe in 2nd coming
Not the chosen
For if he was chosen
And I was made chosen
I believe in my 2nd coming
Or 3rd
Down this road it’s hard to tell
How many times ?
When a game this is not
How many times I wonder
Many lives embodied into me
Living spirits crawled up on me
An army of my kindred people
I take within
Some times They Win
But I must win
For my sake
An underwritten thing that I must prove
When I speak I don’t take lightly
I thread with haste
And move with ease
This battle must be won
To claim the stake of eternity
This spiral connection
The water spirit
The reddened wine
White and splinter
Into parts
Some that see
Some that are lost
Some that hear
Some that fear
All in the making of me
Going beyond
the risk involved
The chatter, jeers and laughter
All when said
My truth I would have created
In distant memories or remembered gospel
Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
Life keeps pushing further into the year. The sun is consistent. Are we? Humans inhabiting the earth. Are we consistent in keeping this earth from dying or are we consistent in destroying this very earth?
I have three animals within me: a sheep, a tiger and a demon. All three make me who I am. All I need to function as a full fleshed human. Every emotions I give to these three and they consume.
I choose to remain silent on this issue. The anger continues to sip into me, like a lake flowing into an ocean, I see the red rising everyday as I continue to maneuver this life. Night time is the hardest time for me during the given 24 because nightmares do exist and it becomes more scarier with my eyes wide open and then the demons come. During the day, I wear a mask, to keep the darkness at bay with the light either from the sun ray or the blue cloud. That’s why I hate the shit out of winter.
I have to write this darkness out for my sanity.
There are ever several things one could say about the idea of losing hope. The main point I will focus on is the decay that comes.
Beats and bombs lament this world
In depths of pain
encrusted with insignia of war
children born lacking innocence
Believe me,
pain and despair, all for new souls
nothing left but depths of pain
encrusted to this bible called the internet
..
We, children always born without hope
Just hopeless, believe me
Like worms in belly
unknown to me
This war you bring tears me up
gun shells leaving my wells dry
Gradually, slowly
until starvation and famine
finally eats me up
Another child of the drone
lost to the silence of a dying world.
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