I wanted to go to the beach
let the salty air tire me out
I wanted to hear through the seashell
your even breathing in the night
I wanted to cry to the ocean
let her strong arms comfort me
instead
I lied in bed suffer through a migraine
let the pain overcome me
I went to watch the Lion King
dozed off in children’s munching sound
I cooked butter chicken and mulled wine
let the meal speak for itself –
How did I get here?
when love runs dry
my body cringes
at the sound of your voice
it gives me away
my denial is futile
I had great fear of snakes
the only way I imagined
to deal with snakes
was playing dead
I coped with it
that way
I coped with pain
the same way
I played dead
to my thoughts
feelings
memories
I stepped out of
my sense of identity
I neither resisted it
nor fled from it
I simply
acted in avoidance
the lion and the lamb
a king and a sacrifice
a ruler and a follower
real gentleness is strong
true strength is gentle
I have written this lyrics and kept searching for someone to inject music to make it a trap or indie pop song. It is like two pieces of puzzles and I am only holding one of the them.
When the night falls
She wakes electrifying
Waiting for her master’s calling
No name no pain this game
Or is it a game
Is it a game
When all chains, shackles, silk, feathers and leather
Pleasure intense that’s what she’s after
Woo oo…
When the sun comes out
She’s walking zig zag zig zag
Cos she had a wild night with her prince
She’s walking zig zag zig zag
Oh oh oh as mad as it sounds
He owns her, he owns her
In total surender
Yes people did us wrong.
If we hold on to the bitterness, resentment, being unforgiving,
It destroys us inside out,
not the offenders got destroyed.
Set ourselves free…
and we can!
you came through dreams to my reality.
the rambunctious head of the household
submissive yet overbearing advocate
dependents running wild
in the confine of farming life
leather face old man that hunts with a rifle
she runs over little lambs for feast
children grew up witnessing these normalities
one of the children
was convicted of second degree murder
the noise of the struggle
screaming, screeching, pleading
he had to bring them to silence
when you apply the transitive logic
it all makes sense
the modern labelled beauty
is far fetched from
the ancient admiration
visitation of historically
breathtaking iconic beauty
Aphrodite of Knidos
brings comfort to
my inadequate sense
of self image
I confess
I was sucked into
the velocity of
barbie fashion
while completely neglected
the natural God given
sense of appreciation
here
let’s cheer again
for her multifaceted
beauty
Praxiteles – statue of Aphrodite Knidos
Flicker of Thoughts 