I love this city in dark silence
The vibrant and intellectual day fades into alluring artistic night scene
The hills lay off a man’s duty by day
The boy in me leaped out walking the streets
The songs came again from the car radio afar
My lips were chanting the familiar melodies my father once loved
I tilted my head up towards the moonlight
Holding the rolling tears in the well of my eyes
Big boys don’t cry!
Perhaps it’s the invitation of the blood moon night,
the open arms of the January assertive silence
I let out the forbidden wailing
Anguish to the lies, to the betrayal, to the abandonment
The boy in me were fueled by rawness of hurt
My howling to the moonlight returned needles on my skull
I grew in rage
Forcefully a man rose to stand tall
Declared vows and judgements
only God will break
Flicker of Thoughts 