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I wish
I could be satisfied with only you
I wish
I could say once in a life time
I wish
I could allow you to touch my heart
I wish
I could tell you ‘you are my world’
I wish
I could sleep sweet by your side
I wish
I could bundle all my disappointment
I wish
I could let it burn in our passion
I wish
I could be all in one
for you
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Violet comes in many shades
Accustomed to how black I feel today
Letting perfect to be its own play
Enter the stage is trespassing
Nothing in life is perfect
Time is certainly becoming my witness
In the remote distance you are my perfection
No smell, no touch, no taste
Euphoria is where wild imagination stays
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It has been a while
her locks are golden brown
before that
were honey amber and chestnut.
Today
I saw her in the mirror
contemplating her glory.
Will I defeat the fear of goth
crown her dark silky velvet?
It has been a while
She is green, indigo and violet,
before that
was yellow and red.
Cardboard head, that’s the effect you have on me
Cardboard head, that’s the outcome of your torment
The muffling in my brain
The flattening of my occipital bone
The iron board pillow
The tree bark pillow case
The coffin bed
Cardboard head, that’s the punishment you delivered
I rather you punched me in the gut
That way, at least I vomited blood
And I know I am alive.
If I were alive, I would have persecuted you
I would have revenged by snoring,
while laughing in victory.
I would have shouted…
‘Ha! I beat you Insomnia!’
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 