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Not as young as she used to be.
She turns her back to me.
Her skin thinner than before it seems.
There remains the same divine valleys
where I bury my being.
Wisdom tells me to penetrate to her soul,
finding her body only the analogy.
The surface though thinner
leaves more depth in the valleys.
In darkness or light,
here I find my own integrity.
Fulfilment.
I’ll follow her into eternity.
A cold breeze and a slight shiver
noticing a smiling eye glancing her way
The thought of his kiss makes her lip quiver
Final page in her book; Closed, but should she stay?
He smiles at her uncertainty of choice,
the enters her presence with voice.
An audible greeting returned by a gesture.
So starts a relationship to fester
Conversation starts to fill the silence
a friendly chuckle makes him feel at ease
the reassuring slight touch makes her feel at peace
A passerby wonders if it’s love he senses…
Time passes as they get lost in words
the curiosity of their chance meeting
Together they decide to challenge fate!
Sharing a fond farewell they left unsure…
I want to breathe in the light that you shine
I want to breathe it, and become as divine
Divine as you are when you hand out your smile
as divine as when your grace rest upon the while.
Let me breath in your sorrows so your eyes keep their shine
Let me lay you down on flowers each time
Let me show you my love while my hand brush your cheek
and allow me to show the words I can’t speak…
I wish that you were so close for me to run my fingers along your jawline.
I wish that you were here so that we could both colour and draw imaginary lines;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.
I wish that you were so close for me to jump on your back whilst you cook our dinner.
I wish that you were here so that we could discuss work, and politics, and soccer, and music;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.
I wish that you were so close for me to tell you about art, parks, poetry, and coffee.
I wish that you were here to watch me pee, and make fun of me;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.
I wish that you were so close for me to sit on you, block your view whilst you watch your favourite channel.
I wish that you were here to twist my nose and tell me that it’s cute;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.
I wish that you were so close for me to step on your feet whilst we hold each other with locked eyes.
I wish that you were here so that we could switch on the television and ignore it;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.
I wish that you were so close for us to love each other unconditionally and hate each other at the same time.
I wish that you were here for us to argue, and dance to silence, and laugh;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.
I’m sitting on the bed trying to sort out our clothes and shoes; we both know that this is crucial.
The room is a mess; everything is everywhere as usual.
The bed has just started to vibrate; it’s your phone, it’s ringing – something casual.
“Something Casual†is the identity of the caller.
“Something Casualâ€, I’m thinking to myself, it should be your doctor.
I’m trying to figure out if it’s safe to answer but a note just fell from your drawer.
It reads, “I miss you, my maulerâ€
Now I’m holding your phone but my mind is on the note.
“Something casual†can wait, right? They’re not a cow or a goat;
Because, you meet with them every time when you put on that cute coat.
Stoat. Stoat. Stoat!
“Something casual†just texted; open quote -I miss you baby- end of quote.
Now I’m standing here holding this note, your phone, and my soul in my hands like a lost boat.
I can’t breathe; something (maybe words) but something is blocking my throat.
The words on this note. The words on this text. The words that they wrote.
I’m starting to lose my mind, baby; this can’t be your phone.
The text – the note, they both carry a heavy romantic tone.
Romantic tone so heavy, it feels like I’m swallowing hot stones.
“Something Casual†is talking about how you have to put a ring on it; the affair is now fully grown?
“Something Casual†is discussing things unknown;
Things unknown to me; I feel dethroned.
I’m pacing up and down
I’m confused, my face has a death frown.
The note makes a mention of some red gown.
Perhaps forgotten at the hotel in that small town?
Isn’t this the same gown that I’ve been wearing every time that my soul was a bit down?
The one that I found in your suitcase and you said you’d forgotten to give to me on your arrival?
The morning after the night that you said, you were going to your church revival.
I remember how happy you were that morning; you mentioned something about some love survival.
Or something.
I don’t remember anything.
I think I’m mixing up everything.
Perhaps I should continue to sort out this mess; I’m sure that the note and the text mean nothing.
Come home soon, baby -I miss you !
A profoundly tender,
Passionate affection for another person.
But if its sooo tender,
Then why is that
All those who claim it hurt the other “person” frequently?
Tell me, why is it that everytime i think i have found “it”
I open the package and. .
Baaam! It wasnt “it”
One minute its there
The next, its gone.
We are told that we are allowed to make mistakes
But when we do we are told we ruined our stakes
And suddenly we dont have what it takes
All these by those who claim to have a ” profoundly tender,
passionate affection” for us
What to call them?
Nothing but a bunch of fakes.
Fake, thats an interesting word.
I mean if they are “fake”
Then that means their feelings are. . . Fake,right?
Which brings us back to my status quo
I mean if its fake
And we are made to believe it
Then its an illusion
Yep
Love is an illusion
I dont believe in illusions. .
Whispers of light and echoes of night creeps through the halls,
The shadow moves and guides you through eternal’s everlasting flight
“No rest here!†the shadow sneers as his darkness falls
Truths untold, mysteries of old and perhaps a chance to excite.
“You are here, my little queer†He points and jumps with glee.
Take the test, to say what’s best, only our minds will see
Four choices of hope, perhaps you’ll cope and change my land of wonder…..
For should you fail, or tread on my tail, you’re journey will be a blunder.
One riddle up North, go forth! and solve logic’s answers
Thoughts run wild, imagination mild, answering to faceless masters.
Solve the code and yet behold the clarity that resides within
For your cause, or even just a pause will remission all guilt or sin.
To the South, by ear or by mouth, desires have broken free
One claiming pitch, the other a ditch only for you to see.
Negotiate with two, perhaps to accrue an existence without conviction
For should you pass, it will be the last to obscure any restriction.
Wander to the East and feel released as emotion controls the air
Do not jest, as it would be best not to take the dare
Seal the breach, stretch out and reach! For the wound that still is beating.
A treasure awaits, behind the gates for you upon completing
Next is best, for you to go West, as one needs solace on this quest
And while you’re there, look up and stare for you are only a guest
Do not pry, and nor can you try to tame what cannot be caught
As you will find, that it is kind, and this is what you have sought.
Return to me, to finally see what I truly have become
If your quest, has truly been blessed, you will return to where you are from.
An angels grace, not really fast paced, will carry you all the way home
For it is you, that ill give the clue, that may forever here roam.
Young people, be attentive
And do well,
why are sleeping,
wake up.
The day is already shining,
come and see;
The goodness of sunshine.
People are rejoicing
And they enjoy the work,
of their hands,
Hard work is a journey
Nothing comes easy,
Hard work pays
Season is coming.
Angels with broken wings may never fly
but the hymns they sing will touch the sky
and grasp the wind like an infant’s first touch
Remember the first time we met, I asked for your name
and your smile stole my breath from me like the rain
on a sunny day, when you told me your name I grinded
the letters separated the syllables rolled up the pronunciation
and inhaled the melody from your voice and got high from
the sound of my last name joined to yours,
Like bones joined to souls
I wish I could be your backbone so I could back the bones
inside of you that ache when you sad and I would promise you
that I will break the bone from the society’s definition of beauty
do a bone marrow surgery replace it with Maya Angelou’s Laughter
and use your pain as the bandage
That Sunday morning when the pastor preached about
fornication I looked at you with silent eyes that pierce through silence
as if to say don’t listen to him
and then a voice said to me Love her like your own
and I was confused like Moses’ encounter of the burning bush
my cup of spirituality has been leaking lately
and the cup has stayed half empty
But that night I drank from the blood of Jesus and got drunk
from the word and regurgitated my sins like the holy spirit
took over, I slept but I didn’t dream that night cause’
dreamers can’t dream when the world keeps speaking
if your life was a movie I would watch it once, replay it in my
conscience and tattoo the credits to my kneecaps so every time
I pray God will know I found you and
I’ll love you like the 4 seasons and every time the wind blows
or leaves fall I’ll love you
I’ll love you like summer because that’s the only season I believe
in, even when my days are cold your warm flickering sunrise smile
will grace my heart like Mary’s miracle
And I’ll walk bare feet in the spine of your mind plant a dream
resurrect a cross nail myself to the arms of your thoughts,
pierce my sides with your fondest memories and
I’ll bleed the water of life so every time your brain
tells you that it hurts your capsules will water the dream
and grow the Jesus inside you
I wanna be inside of you I want to know what went through
your mind when you found out that Eve stole our freedom
to freedom like we soldiers fighting a war for civil rights
like what’s the first thing you think of buying when they say
its offering time, what do you have time for?
I want to chain our minds together and let our emotions run free
and hope we never fight, but if we do let’s fight about sex
like the males that keep dying every day or the females that get
raped every 20minutes like how churches feed the hungry
and yet people are starving for the word of God like how
Manchester united needs a new coach already and no I
don’t like the fact that you support Chelsea but
before I curse you out I’ll show my laughter how to pray
to the God of Abraham and the Son of David
and let the words I speak bless you, let my tongue taste you
I love how your lips taste like Gen 2:18
and how you always smell like a freshly grounded prov 31
woman every morning
I pray that God ceases fire to Israel and brings it back to you
let every flower petal be named after your dreams
and I hope that I’m one of them
I’m not sure which part of me loves you the most
if it’s my soul or my spirit I’m not exactly sure what’s
the difference but I’ll love you like
the mountains love the clouds and the clouds love the
sky and the sky dreams about the moon but the sky
belongs to the sun a love triangle to be jealous of
I want to plaster my love for you on every tree so
that you won’t breathe without me and
I want to raise your flaws like they’re kids I never
had and I will introduce them to Christ and watch
them fall in-love with their own skin
And God said to me
you are made in my image love others as I have loved thee
and love her like she’s your own beating heart because
Angels with broken wings may never fly
but the hymns they sing will touch the sky
and grasp the wind like an infant’s first touch
I love you
Teary eyes
Not blinking
Sealed lips
Hands tied with paralysed legs
No hissing sound of breath
Just listening to my heartbeat drumming on my chest
I tried hard to speak, but no sound came out
The harder I tried I just mumbled
My unspoken words
Words that put life on a standstill
This are the lyrics I had to relate
This are my feelings when I can’t write
This are my dilemmas when I can’t perform
This words are my artwork
Ceasing to share this artwork means ceasing to “be”
The unspoken words
Art of rhythmical composition
A “being” I can’t discard from my soul
Withholding this in me will be talk in vain
Free my soul, let me be
Let me speak, let me say this unspoken words
They are my treasure and for your pleasure
The unspoken words dicovered
