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Someone’s Watching
Helpless and hopeless I lose to my senses
I know I have the weakest flesh,
And I am unlucky enough to witness,
This is my chaos of existence
I keep blowing away every single ray of light,
Innocently I surrender my soul to the shadowy,
And wear it so comfortably like an old hat,
Even the town’s drunk seems contented with it
The land feels dry and hot in my feet,
As I desperately search for the scattered grass,
At least to assure myself that I will see that ray again,
Or even hope to get help from that who’s watching
My life is as fragile like a petal amidst dry lands,
I feel it receding like a boat on a shore,
It is getting away as in violence,
I only need that trifling mound of love
The world vibrates with piercing punishment,
Today is harder than the day before,
It is a strange sad mortality,
But the desire to live burns inside me,
It bursts like an over-flared balloon
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Better Things…
Better things are coming….I can smell, feel and hear them carrying sounds of explosion!
The Heartache
He could feel it and smell it too,
The burning heartache that churned inside,
He longed for a small mound of love, just little,
It was a soft cry, though it was sad and hopeless
This was an artificially created crisis, but by who?
It had made him small and inside he was a stone,
For his heart carried a quiet kind of rebel for all things,
He had come accustomed to all evil spewed on him
Although he was surrounded by a sea of honest petals,
That danced graciously in the blameless soft breeze,
Violence had numbed his senses into disbelief,
Could neither feel the highest joy nor the deepest sadness.
He was tethered like a hopeless Christmas animal,
For the onslaught of anything that would kill his peace,
For the world was full of tension and discriminate hate,
He had confirmed that horror on earth is real and canny
He wished he could shut his eyes and command it to stop,
He wished to feel wild and free just once more in life,
He wished to feel unreachable and invincible all at once,
He wished he could go into that light but deep dreamlike bliss…
This moment that extended everything that he wasn’t sure of
Illicit Rendezvous
I longed for my illicit rendezvous
too wave goodbye to all the noises
all shrieking words without a heart
those that created hell in heaven.
Litany of lies was spread everywhere
because it was the accepted religion
which everyone risked offending
yet it alluded even the most faithful.
I crave and rave to push myself away
and seek the perfection of my own reality
for that is my knowledge of true self
and because of freedom…I have to let me be.
I need the present and life to take priority over history
searching and yearning for my illicit rendezvous
beneath this blackened grey sky
I will never gloss over pride customs
nor ethical standards.
For how hurtful can it be?
Accepting a life chained by blinding faith
one lived beneath hideous masks
feeling hurt moment after moment
distorting my visage can be horrifying!
Hold Me…
Hold me…
And wash away my silly and annoying awkwardness,
That is overgrown with irrelevant and tiresome details,
Of how things should be
I need you to hold me…
To take away my loneliness and silence,
I need time to stop my heart and feel all things,
That I wish, hope and dream of, only in an instant
Please hold me and trap my searching soul,
That anticipates, yearns and desires,
To dance like trees and flowers in the rain,
I want that moment to sink deep in my veins
Hold me, my dear…
Let my passion flow through you like a river,
I need to embrace a clear vision of true beauty,
To explore and discover new possibilities in your arms
In your arms,
I will swim in the stars and the clear moon,
I will give myself freely to you,
I will be that innocent leaf carried by the wind
When you hold me,
I will have no words to call that feeling,
But I know it is delicate, beautiful and smooth like fragile petals,
With bright colors which carry my stagnant distilled peace…
Trapped Voice
He thought that in time, his mind will protect his sanity,
From mounting storms and chaos raging through his flimsy heart,
This rose, whenever he was close enough to experience her scent
In a second he was plunged into a state of enchantment
He was floating in the nothingness of the moment,
It bathed away all his old scars and made him new,
He was waving goodbye to suck desires,
He was a child of oblivion
It was a time to listen to the rhythms of his blinded heart,
He was spell-bounded in the amber of that delicious moment,
Never hesitating to wash all mannerism and pretenses,
Time was never guided by any system
The beauty in her scent carried silent power,
It was warm and had cherry blossom,
His black knowledge hinted that his time was here and now,
And it made blood to throb fiercely through his veins,
He was tired of waiting and wilting through cold days,
He was going to finally tell her about his black desires,
Even with a benign smile he felt disillusioned and lost,
He was unable to control his sensibility and emotions,
He wanted to tell her how much he needed her,
How much his days passed without any purpose,
How much he dreamt, wished and hoped for them both,
But the dryness of his throat spurted empty words,
He couldn’t do it!
The truth was too heavy!
He had failed yet again…
To save his trapped voice
The Awakening
From the windows of my soul, I could see the image of me,
Dancing in the timeless blue moon strokes,
Rending and tearing through time and space,
With my anxious, agile, slither body,
The breeze smelled of new earth and air,
I was surrounded and protected by an invincible chord,
I tasted a feeling of the ultimate freedom & fortification,
This was my tedious dream and fantasy made real,
I wished to hold and hoard that very moment,
A welcoming caress was flowing through my skin,
It made me immobile yet suspended my very soul,
There was easy and magical intimacy in the air,
Passing time distilled the sweetness of the moment,
My ocean-like ears were drowning every grief,
Satisfying all my senses with a worldly opulence,
I was the sun, the flower, the sky,
Filled with wild and unpredictable love,
It was a feeling of being unreachable,
It was marvelous and ruinous all at once,
It was painful yet amazing,
It was abnormal yet so real,
It was old yet so new,
It made me free and warm
Aston kamunde 