Arches of hope

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Under arches

Of hope

Any blue through and through

I walk

I walk

I walk away

From arches

Feeling disdain

I’d like to belong

Left alone

Under arches of hope

Cozy & warm

Hand-made

Arches

So quaint

To get lost within

The arches you make

And your hugs don’t feign

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RESOUND SURROUND

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I never heard back from you

From the voice of a soul

Now sounds like

Emptinesss

Footstepss

I can grow

I will not fold

Desires turn to passion

Stirring a blue-bed with fascination

Dormant strength I seemed to find

In my mind

Unlocked now

The fire you lit, not anymore

The fire now lit, with that ever-glow

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MaterialIsing

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Oh you have that body of electricity 

I touch you and you shock me with intensity 

The others I met before you were calm, serene maybe

You felt like lightning, causing that jest, with fidelity 

You set my night on rage and fire, with your tasteful desires 

It would be untrue if I said, it doesn’t burn down the forest, if I’m a liar

Someone I seek lies in you, someone I see in you
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Leap and gone

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Things last

Some of those never end 

A world deprived of miracles 

Living in entropy 

Gaining wisdom of variance 

Touching life in an animus 

Slipping pills for comfort 

Losing sanity 

Lost what could last

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Out of sight Out of mInd

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To begin a few lines about my muse 

As you come to see a man close and beside

Painful words shared with you, and confused 

Cursed to see strong and eidetic, crucified 

Watching the seasons fall and grow 

Thought of the reasons which you never show

Cursed and blessed, like the foot of a rabbit 

The mind
Wondering and wandering through terrains of copper and gold mines

Autumn leaves of memories that he made you rush through out of habit 

Clock strikes, as does jest,

Soft, firm,

As time suggests,

Out of sight,

Out of mind 

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Recollecting Fortress

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I'll just wait for a while 

While you drown in a sōliloquium of denial

Tucked away inside my fortress of memories 

Walls of a vault crowded with vivid imagery 

Soft, driven, harsh and mad, like some new language

I see a life, and it’s people, profoundly called bondage

Far away from materialistics

Like a deer

Prone to wound

For jests can be feigned for the living

A tiger, a bush, cloaking

You stay in my fortress, bolted

Victimise myself as I see it all manifested

Maybe I’ll just linger here for a while

Not to touch but to take, maybe it isn’t mine

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A Letter To a Friend

It has been a quarter of the lives we should live through. A sequence of seamless times, time easy, times rough. Maybe it had it all, from times to mention again and times to be not spoken of again. You’ve been there, you will. I’ve talked about worlds past and will. To being the closest thing to my best friend, you mind stepping those shoes. Why is it that you don’t see this in a new light? My pieces of conflict and complications occur because of you. I know it, I know you, I’ve spoken to you in silence. To have explored landmarks left on the world on big cities. Doesn’t it look exciting? You enjoy being part of memories. Don’t realise how you don’t remain in only one anymore, how you’ve denied yourself to keep distances casual.  How long would it be best for us to stay in a bubble of denial. Maybe let’s meet again and revisit ourselves. Maybe this time you realise how you’ve scheduling a memory of you in many moments. There’s always a lot of world to see maybe differently. From someone to someone after endless battles with denials buried, a leap of faith to not let down again. For time has gone, with things happy and unknown, but for a seemless reality now. What if this never fades out? 

Relighting Love

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I was not very far away from home

Street lights dysfunctional and black

Could see the porch at bay, coloured chrome

Nothing to see beyond the junction, lost track

Have I lost my way, issuing decrees blatant and sublime

A new avenue along these crooked walls, walls unaligned

Writings on these walls fill spaces in those psychedelic lines

Writings on the wall wandering, relic not lost for l’amour mine

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Faded Emotion

Why can’t I love you

Till the end of time, to days when I need you

Cause you make me shy

Cause you make me smile

You make me fly

You get me high

Like two birds in sheets of time

Like a peacock in the clouded sunny sky

Dancing till the end of time, to days I find you

Why can’t I now see you

We can jump in a puddle of joy

We can love, love, love and love

Let us love, dim the lights, time is not enough   

Miscalculations

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Let’s dissolve a past we lived together 

The music helps it flow and circle perimeters unattainable but fine 

It’s the sound of the liquid gushing and oozing, forming miracles of its own feather 

Soft, mild, warm and high, feeling of your flesh against mine

A feeling we share, like the greens in the divine garden, a garden not for the legions

Let’s resolve that past, together, create a region, new seasons, based on our hopeless miscalculated reasons

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River of Sorrow

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Have you allowed me to step into the river’s moonlit glow

Let me step away from the kingdom, freedom and dreams infinite

Dive into the water, like common gulls for fresh, meaty treats

Or like the common gulls hovering over urban wastelands, feigned feasts definite

Close to the water, a river blue, walking down to the glow

Have you allowed me to step into the river, to the river of sorrow

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Summer Afternoon

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It was one late summer afternoon atop a mountain

I sat there with a mellow heart and a heavy mind 

My thoughts ran freely, inside out, my thoughts ran, of the general kind

Thoughts of times and seasons of all years

Thoughts with my childlike freedom and constrains

How gardens were as green as I lie on here 

How growing up was rocky like the mountain terrains 

I came close to you and clouds flew by

Realisations pierced my heart as there I lie

All this time, I came close to you yet you never felt it, none

The sun was strong, stranger than the city one

I wanted to feel warmer, and it was the perfect setup done,

The chill in the winds blew across my face, so disturbing, so cold and shrewd

All it made me realise, how similar it was to you

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Weary Memory

It was one hot summer afternoon in the year full of unrest

Walking in the sun was hard, a walk needed to calm the heavy chest

I had just met someone with a past, dark and full of fumes

Yet she felt like victory, satisfactory, a feeling of melodious tunes

The heat was a distraction from my feelings, felt so fast

The sun was just evilly smiling, for I felt disturbed by her past

She felt ashamed really, of her past so wild and soar

All I could see was her hair fall smoothly, as her feet were trembling on the floor

A gush of wind took me back in time, to a time where I was alone

It was then I felt the need to turn back and walk the mile again, a mile was difficult and long

I was wrong to think that her past was horrid, that I ran, lest I fall

Not two thoughts could make up for the aberrated scene I caused

Spoke about a time that was gone in the past and flames fiery

The flames were out now, clouds flew by and past was memories, memories are now old and weary

Coffee in a Whiskey Glass

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As I sit here with coffee in a whiskey glass

Hoping for the time spent apart to roll and pass 

Hoping for my wait, the walk through a forest with smoking grass

Patriarchy, the man, running wild, for a prey, not in the distant mile 

Seek for a you, a version of you, maybe you

Their drools swamp the ground as I wait and search, yet not found 

This day you told me, you’d return 

Now it feels like a maybe, with that sun turn 

I sit awake at night, waiting for you to knock on the door 

I could find an island in your arms, poetry in your eyes and I sit here in pain hoping not for a lullaby 

It’s hard to numb the weight of my eyes, same feeling when I’m mesmerised 

Race to the door, please, as fast, as I sit here sipping my coffee in a whiskey glass

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