Pure, for Love

This anger
Seems but a lava, of tears
Erupted, in your shrunk heart
To find a vent out

This fear
Seems but an ice, of tears
Frozen, in your paralysed heart
To find a warm corner

Streaks of Fire

 

Times, I shoot
Into the castle of leaves
Laid by fine strands of her love
Do I scatter her flowers concealed behind
Splattered buds, killed by my poisoned arrows

Between Mountain and Sea

As we grow in age
From birth to the end
Through life’s cage
A truth we cannot bend

Moments Wee

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Memory born of moments wee
Enfolds me in soft pleasure
Touching me to sense at leisure
Wrapped love bits on life’s agony

The hole in me.

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There is a hole in me. I know it is there but it is somewhere that I can’t see.

I feel it is slowly eating me but I don’t know why.

Something bad has a hold it will not let me fly.

AGONY

Tired, Troubled

Scared

Cursing wild

at ways of the world

A relentless agony

a mumbling fear

pulling the soul

tearing apart the sanity

At Crossroads with myself

pitying at the done and the undone

A Chapter After The River

Always lovely, always a part of me,

The taste of bittersweet agony,

Ina melody, of a brilliant symphony,

heard by every inch of my body.

Unchained Melody

I cry to let out all my heartaches,

This pain that agony makes…

Crying was never a solution,

So much with all the frustration.