‘fervour,

‘fervour,

Take me to a place,

where I can smell your grace.

Take me away,

to a Laughter of child’s play.

Take me home,

from sin city to Rome.

I’m lost,

where paths have been crossed.

I’m hiding,

to a symphony of world guiding.

I’m seeking,

from ohms to thorns that have been speaking.

Make me blind by touching my fervour,  by thou means;

In the seeker of more I share my heart,

to a walk down the sunset I blindly follow,

As Impure,

As by thou Allure,

As I am taken by your highly cure.

‘Backlins,

‘Backlins,

Hear her speak, mother of winds, through the earth euphony,

She, strangers land, guides me through my backlins.

Have me wander/ Have me rising/ Have me shining;

To a reason of wonder,

I hide my words between my lips,

Bare my thoughts to a spell casting under.

I

Seek

My Future

Between Your eyes.

For I Have taken,

For I Have sought,

For I shall revise;

“To learn to walk,

To learn to dance,

To learn to talk.”

I Shall promise my heart to the one of all,

where teardrops fall,

I

Stand

Tall.

‘profound,

‘profound,

Mother, do you feel me?

I’m afraid to wander through life alone.

To have none by my side,

To…

have…

none…. whom holds me by night!

Moments of despair;

“I seek for care in your arms around me”

Hold me tight and never let me fall.

Mother, do you hear me?

I cry to forget our separate paths of all.

For I’m losing my mind,

Closing my eyes,

And going throughout life blind.

Father, do you see me?

Because I’m fighting this battlefield.

Scars breaking me down,

Blood streaming on the floor,

waiting… to be healed.

To fly or to yield?

Of these questions I occurred my behaviour.

To be stronger than pain.

To…

Be…

Stronger…. For my saviour!

‘Eros,

‘Eros,

To love, I blindly trust.

To love, I gaze for you through stardust.

A wanderlust of promise to be…

Strangers oath to seek me throughout,

I have given all for now….and now I plea;

A path to walk on,

A path of promise,

A path of strength.

To all we need more time to spare.

From mother’s affair to the rhythm of flair

Your beauty speaks mystery of stare.

Do I dare to ask?

Wherein the truth is spoken to all.

Is your grace as strong as they see?

Is your strength as beautiful as they feel?

To love, the forbidden fruit from a tree.

To love, eye’s as blue as the sea.

Let my tongue slither around your brain

Only to swim throughout your vein. From

Victorian to Spain.

Endless love speaks tales of rain.

‘mother,

‘mother,

Mother, do you hear me?

Let me speak with my untouched tongue,

in silence I grave for attention.

“Pull me in” and taste the lies among.

Mother, do you see me?

Eyes, closed by day, took me down.

Afraid I was to see,

“to accept” the faith that you were no more around!

Mother, do you love me?

To love, or, to be loved? that’s the question.

I Will be asking myself till the dawn of night,

shimmering light wandering among your confession.

‘indurate,

‘indurate,

Share me a world with no pain.

Take me to a place hidden from human eye.

Dance with me to the beginning of no memory stain.

I’m embraced by thou waltzing grace.

Do you speak or slither around in my brain?

Hopeless in search while lost in translation.

“To be laconic;

Raising my heartbeat for thou beauty.

When I see you smile I see the define world, not demonic.

Without doubt,

without regret,

without ending emotions I feel harmonic.”

‘Confession,

‘Confession,

Can I be honest? before asking for the who’s.

Out for defeat, knocked down and lost abuse.

Never have I prolonged more for breath of air,

For I have given my last hope for you to care.

Endless of shame and careless prayer, for you to stare.

Seeking for the truth, while lost in lies of defuse. Never felt

Safe while being confined, without an excuse.

I’m lost and helpless, seeking night of cries to lose.

Only to wander through confession; “to ask to speak!”

Now I will behave for your aggression!

‘Conflate,

‘Conflate,

Once upon a mystery,

stars they are, whereas we read our history;

“To dwell and sweep through mother’s consistory.”

The unquiet heaven watching over our nameless graves,

6 feet under; “Down the rhythms waves,

all being poor galley slaves.”

By no means, whereas we search for the seas,

we shall leave our token unpleased.

By wind and chill we feel thou breeze.

‘confute,

‘confute,

To love and to care for I speak with my soul.

to thou grace and beauty;

“For I shall be whole.”

To wonder through my hearts keyhole.

To quote, to speak, to laugh;

“For I shall lose control.”

To a labyrinth of light.

To be lost in sight;

“For I shall rise through life at night.”

To walk down the alley

despite the dark fight;

“For I shall rewrite my story to be a knight”

‘hurl,

‘hurl,

With the tip of my tongue I say; “I haven’t lost myself in years”, but yet I asked god for forgiveness in tears. I was ready……ready to kill my fears. Nothing can take me away from my music of the spheres.

With the tip of my tongue I say; “Though I shall run to the underworld and defeat that ever can be hurled”. Never lost nor never won, and for I shall be done. I will hurl that handgun and never lose my hope as number one.