Sunday

I can’t Say I love you
That I assure you
I will be lying to you
What I feel is different
Its like a strong wave
From the ocean depths
That finds you unaware
That drowns you
Instantly if not careful
That’s what I feel.


Was it Love?

Grieving for the love I had lost
Never had it in the first place either
Not held and clasped together
Stick it to my bosom near my heart
For it to beat in one accord with mine
This is the love that didn’t blossom
The love that wasn’t acquired
The love that had limits
The love that devoured the lovers in the moment
Burnt fire in them, that consumed them
The love that they cherished yet can’t pursue
The love that entangled, tangled them in its chains
The prisoners that can be free from the love
Not a chance given to explore what they had
Love that is threatened to be dimmed,
Just like starting fire, it takes time to dim it
Trying to make it go with time we both hope
The flourishing of it out, the love.
the candle flame that burnt bright, dimming. the love that wasn’t held, felt
I grieve for the love
I grieve for the lovers
I grieve.

Chasms.

Dark and empty,
As the voids of space.
Cold and desolate.
Danger looming in.
Barbaric, depraved.
The mother of nightmares,
clinging to dear life,
Looking for any kind of relief.
Fears, holding you back, the only comfort,
makes your mind churn.
Echoes of threats, of no bounds,
Ringing, trying to push past.
Mind taking over the darkest part.
The potion that frightens little children,
Make the boldest of men cringe at.

Feigning Innocence

A retort, breathless, angry.
Walking around the wreckage
Face to face with the demon
Deep down, shriveled and cold
Heart beating out the chest
Engaged in a battle of self-destruction
How can one fight a split image of themselves
Or it is the inner cowardice on standby
Haunting expression, eye pooled
Stakes high and all the odds against one
Seeking victory but prepared for defeat
Too paralyzed to do anything
A symbol of strength and tranquility?
A sign, one needed for this
As one stares down into the jaws of a beast
A death wish card in hand.

Setting sun dipping low.
The forest line behind.
Golden, like the amber of the fires.
Burning, decorating the sky.
A marvel, a wonder
A sight to reckon.
In the sunny scented garden,
Well mowed, trimmed grass,
A picnic blanket set.
The serenity flowing in,
The peace comes with the place
The breeze brings the other piece,
Quite ethereal, surreal.

Echoes of feelings! ❤️

The caresses, to the soft touches.
That tingles the skin,
Making your blood boil.
That makes your heart race,
beating a little bit faster.
The kisses and the soothing bites,
that drive you crazy, make you melt.
The marks and hickeys as a reminder
As they decorate, a form of art they make, fake tats.
Cologne, a perfume with a slight scent of sweat
A wisp of their incense.


Let’s be Free

Freedom is being free
when the Mind is Set free.
freedom is imaginary
if we want to let it be
though it is what is real
like a dream it is real
get out of that block
break free of that lock
free the Mindset
feed the soul
free the spirit
lets not be captives in our own cages
lets not lock ourselves
Let’s be free