‘Arcane,

‘Arcane,

 

Not speaking;

To wonder about thinking.

To bite on my tongue.

Did I know? –

“What did I care?”

To be very fond

of one and another,

to be certain,

alas too young.

To understand this;

“When there was nothing more

to be got out of me.”

Difficult to find among!

 

‘Ephemeral,

‘Ephemeral,

To whittle and knot with tension in my heart,

To be flown,

To be risen, to my heart of art.

To you I say; I Am….?

“For my shredding part I fall, I fell, and have been taken apart”.

To imagine and dream with hope in my eyes.

To be drawn,

To be loved, to the rhyme of wise.

To you I said; We ever shall……?

“For the hidden space I lie, I lied, and believed my lies.”

‘Ambigue,

‘Ambigue,

To go further than victory, to write beyond history;

“We are the world’s seekers for death upon her eyes.”

For mysteries we care not about her lies,

for strength we search love, love in her eyes.

To speak loudly. To wander…. slowly.

We treasure the beauty in her eyes.

Tonight my heart is light, and my spirit is rising tears of cries.

“To start over again?”

For I’m afraid of what’s now to be…..

To wake up with sunrise, forgotten pain the unwise.

‘Impuissance,

‘Impuissance,

I’m spoken by thou lovely flower,

Miracle of thee wind behind the clouds, Flee with

Peace. “to my nemesis; I speak nor tongue about it”.

Under no presumptions I scream for thou skipping hour.

Impressed? I was not, to care? I shall not, to forgive? I forage!

Shimmering light wandering among your confession.

Seeking for thou guilty beauty, hidden and more fair; “As

Astounding thou petals were, I chose to not to be.”

Neglect by the possession, shall not be my impression.

Carry my light away, to the sky, for no limits reach my mind.

Envy, all careless shimmers of pride for I was blind!

‘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.

‘Emotion,

‘Emotion,

Sweet loving symphony of

Youth, merely touch

My tender lips of my sin.

Provoke, to breath, air becoming my horizon.

Howling waves of music, the

Ocean, following me through mother’s

Nature speech of the wizen.

Young and Lividly foraging for devotion,

To be lost,

To be lost,

To be lost,

To be….. emotion.

‘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.”

“Confide,

“Confide,

She said that dream was a fraught,

for I have been seen in waking thought.

“Shoot”, you said; “Shoot, and follow the bloodline!”

It was the dark night of august. sweet and define.

“Set me loose”, you said; “Set me loose and be free”

Take me to a higher degree of summers sea.

For joy to my smile, adore thee proud part.

From broken to rising heart.

Of which those butterflies we had to revise,

flown and free from despise.

‘Youthful,

‘Youthful,

You said; “Love is young and we should

Only take it by the heartbeat.”

Us? that shall not happen nor bitter or sweet.

This path crossed by two-way street.

How could I ever trust thou pleat?

Free I will be, take my veins for you to see on repeat!

Uncover our lost heat. you said; “take my seat”

Love is what I do not need, because we are incomplete!

‘pretend,

‘pretend,

Let’s pretend I was walking down the lane of fire. feeling the restless, heating and precious desire.

Let’s pretend that I was willing to jump, to scream, to fall and to rise prior.

Let’s pretend I was willing to take that imperfect path to the future to inspire.

Let’s pretend there was no gun, no pain and no attached wire.

Was I the only person that believed in the mystery, or was I the seduced one? to be the one that has none is shredding your tears into your own loaded gun. Let me shoot;”let me kill”. Let me go for the one I will, my dear son. It all began when time was right and she won.