‘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.

‘Welkin,

‘Welkin,

As for the starry nights we will be walking down the dreamy welkin…. And as likely we are we will be wearing our bridge coat. For I try to quote Poe himself I lose my thoughts into his words of the blue note. “From the Hell of the planetary souls?” and ought he touch my bloody throat. He sketches little anecdote as he sails down the river on his rowing boat.

‘flower,

‘flower,

We happen to be talking about the when’s, the where’s and the why’s. But in reality we never just appreciate the things around us, as we are the spirit of the skies. So, every now and then we just have a leap of faith and let time catch us. For we all consider our future treasonous. The all unknowing mighty power is ticking his last seconds of the hour. And as bright he could be using his manpower he will be deflowered. So let her grow……  that lovely flower.

‘Chuffed,

‘Chuffed,

You think I wouldn’t be chuffed? I am releasing the pain that had me handcuffed. Raising my spirits up to the sky as I bluffed. So as they say; while dancing around in my room, thou shall inundate. Walking in a straight line towards my future that has been aligned. Before it falls down and thought to be misstate, we shall not hesitate before we can translate our long lost language dancing flow rate. To debate, or not to catch the bait. While skipping my heart rate I will liquidate.