Recollecting Fortress
In times when memories are collated in a safe place, a fortress of memories.
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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
When feeling lost within, yet finding feelings of love. Love that stays, conspiring the odds.
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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
When there’s no reason to, but you have got to
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
River of Sorrow
A letter seeking permission to go down into sorrow(river)
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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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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
How one waits for their romance to return, eagerly, sadly, sleeplessly. Their insecurities and thoughts in this patriarchal society.
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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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