Absence of bills
Absence of worries
Abundance of unconditional love
And where everyone feels high
For their opium never runs out
Thursday, 14 February 2019
How Am I Supposed To Leave Without You
I don’t want to know the price of wandering
As long as I am wandering with you
Tell me,
How am I supposed to leave without you
The vast desert of questions
Loneliness, the depth of oceans
Will be all I have in your absence
And nothing to look forward to
If you leave, I’ll leave with you
Like your shadow, I’ll always be next to you,
For every single day the sun shines
For I don’t know how to live without you
The Edge Of Tomorrow
The glittering night seeks your bosom
The dreamy stars drool at your glimpse
Embrace the dreams out of my heart
Listen to the murmurs filled with agitation
Arouse the moon out of its slumber
Stab it in the chest and rob its splendor
Wear it on your head like a crown
Because you are the queen of the night
Move lithely in the thorns of my heart
Ask me not why they grew there
Charm them to their own deaths
Because that’s where your home is
Take Me Back To My Childhood
Take be back to my childhood
When the idea of bills was distant
Like the moon,
Whereby we shone, through our parent’s benevolence
Take me back to my childhood
When the idea of fun
Was chasing butterflies, grasshoppers
And unwittingly suffocating them in containers
Take me back to my childhood
When we slept fitfully every single night
Unlike now where worry rules nights
Unless we’ve drowned them in mind altering substances
Take me back to my childhood
Where we loved and were loved unconditionally
Where the only thing we missed was food
And it never disappointed, always
Take me back to my childhood
Take these bills away from me
I want to start anew
And avoid paths that lead to bills and some people
My Heart Yearns What Your Bosom Hides
The birds will cease perching
Hearts of men will stop beating
Yet my heart will not stop yearning
What your bosom hides
Right now, the dreams fly away
Seeking your tongue
Admiring your simmering touch
Yearning more of it right now
Right now I am suspended in a reverie
Thinking about the good times
The memory etched on my skin
By your magic fingertips
Right now I am alone in vast
Lonely world,
Yet in the midst of people
Their noises drowned by your kiss
I'd Love A Woman Who Reads
I’d love a woman who reads
Books with imponderable titles
And as thick as a dictionary
So she can challenge me with words
Such as kerfuffle
I wouldn’t wonder what to gift her
And she wouldn’t wonder what to give me
Everywhere we go people say
‘that’s the book warm couple’
She would write, that’s for sure
Ain’t no woman who reads and doesn’t write
She will write pages and pages
Of her feelings when I piss her off
When we argue she is rational
Yet sublimely feminine
Because I can’t stand irrational people
Better if she quotes
her favourite author
When we break up, we gift each our journals
Full of indelible anecdotes
And then we fall in love again
Because we’ll be reading stories were characters
The Forgotten Ruins
The forgotten ruins mold themselves to life
Forming a haunted house of memories
Bringing to naught the moments once cherished
Backed by a juvenile notion that it’d be for eternity
Yes, eternities often end on Mondays
With texts preceding the alarm
Just to ensure the day starts
In a remarkably dishonorable way
The heart still asks questions
Was there a better way it would have loved?
Was there a better way it would miss its beats?
Was there any, other than this it knows to date?
In the end life gives choices
And the heart picks the best on the table
Perhaps the path trodden before
Ceased bringing awe to the beholder
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