In the rain …

Droplets falling on

your lovely skin; I wish to

suck your beauty dry.

Back of The Economics Class

 

Sleepy eyed, sleepy time

Time drags on, so do I.

Seems eternity – before hands tick by

sitting here – by most – denied.

 

As I hear words – fly me by

I try to keep attention along

But my crazy mind – seems a lil’ high

is too busy – humming a song.

 

Riches come and riches go

These words in my head burrow.

I wonder; how much is happiness worth?

The number on it’s tag swings back n’ forth.

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As i sit here,

in my reflection’s company

isolated from all the world

in the silence of privacy.

Motorists in the distance,

drowned out by trees in the wind

and the voice of my thoughts moves along,

reciting these words and humming a song.

Soon the door shall open

and noise shall flood my being;

like light – as i open my eyes

but of course; the latter is almost welcome.

Silence

A speechless silence there lies here,

a silence; though speechless,

I seek words to explain.

 

But this silence an emotion;

a feeling that transcends

language in itself; with which i sought to explain.

 

This silence is the cry,

the cry of the heart.

As you ain’t here beside it.

 

This silence is the pain,

the pain of a soul – that cringes

for the time that went wasted.

 

This silence is the anger

an anger of ego

an ego which still – breaks down before it.

 

This silence – I still seek to explain

but Lord – kill me if i could

ever find an answer to this silence.

For it is the answer to all my pains.

Manipulative Words

You are the one that is the inspiration,

you are the one that fills me with joy.

All these works I have created for you,

and all it’s words from the soul arise.

 

But now, a dirty scar

you have bestowed upon them

And their beauty to ugliness you have changed,

their value to dust you have turned.

 

Still this fool will sit and create

as occasionally – he is filled with pain.

And these works will be created for you,

and it’s words; from the soul, will a rise. Again.

 

As emotions – I cannot stop from existing

and that you are inspiration too; I can’t seem to control.

Forgive me for having created -

just another.

Plant & Page

Fingers caress metallic strings,

sounds so smooth – still – so silent.

 

Angelic voice stretched beyond my reach,

he sounds so good – i missed a beat.

 

In perfect harmony – there lies peace

lullaby, anthem, requiem -

still silence to me.

 

Love, liberation, dream and emotion

carry me higher; to fly -

without wings.

 

Not just a name – but is true identity.

Now I feel closer to heaven.