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, 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.
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.
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 ending emotions I feel harmonic.”
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.
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!
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.
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”
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!
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.