I am afraid
To look into your eyes
Eloquent in my language
They steal away my thoughts
How do I know they are honest?
Do they carry deep dark secrets?
I fear for the words that they hold
But I crave to hear them speak
And taste the sea of mystery
To lose myself once more
Free my burdened heart
Open the doorway
Of my liberty
Ineptness
Passion
Love
I write because it is my enchantment
I don’t need to feign my competence
of matching and coupling words
to a celebrated new meaning.
Words render me relevant and imperative
away from styled record of blemished sadism
in a cold world that made me believe I was small
words seize me from all vanity.
My potential is at the verge of explosion
since few seem to hear the sound of my pen
dancing through invincible nights and transparent days
spelling a clear visage of who I am and should be.
Words save me from the litany of lies
of self-guilt and self-accusation
they make me ride in the waves of pure triumph
of a man entitled to own dreams and illusions.
I write about many moons and suns
and about the wonder of shooting stars
in world full of glorious possibilities
and one day they will write about this!
We sin as devils; do we love as angels do?
She trusted explicitly
her rebellious act
against the angels
they had lied
again
She had escaped
to rescue her spirit
it will no longer be
ruled from the outside
She was a woman
full of quests and charm
her past was never a burden
because it lightened her soul
Like the sun
she was alone
but would never sell
her days for gold and promises
Let them think what they want
but she was in love with the soft breeze
she needed to listen to everything it carried
illuminating everything in her life like the sun
The empty room echoed
the hollowness of his heart
the world had shattered him
and everything in it felt dead
Now
he could not fly
his wings were clipped
he abhorred walking
the ecstasy of hatred
overshadowed the joy
of any kind of love
And though unwanted
he was unbidden
despite the long waits
on the long nights
that turned him into an owl
Upon a midnight dreary
a tapping stirred him
revealing the image of him
through his mind’s eye
he could see
feel
&
touch
his finest moments
Practical universe is love and passion for every success
Aspire To Inspire
my humanity in written form
Fun with rhyme, events of interest, submission calls, nothing too serious.
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