You know where to, all those rivers run to?
To the oceans my love, to the oceans of love.
Ever thought of the waves?
What fortunes they seek?
It is to come home to you
Least For a sight of your shores
To reach and touch on your laps
Even if I vanish away,
Dear I'll be whole.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
I was dead, by that river, that night, at the dam,
My heart is now beating as to the rhythm of
your heart,
to the pulse of your words, you say and not say,
and to your whispers I hear and not hear.
At nights it stops, when you depart,
When we run out of words, It beats slow,
as if I've ran out of breath,
and I slip to the other world,
where we speak without words, our own world, beyond words, language and gestures.
When we can't bear the
untouchable presence anymore,
the beautifully frustrating absence anymore,
not anymore it beats.
It stops.
When all the love and lust and craving for
eachother becomes an overwhelming bursting of tears inside out of our hearts and minds,
when our worlds collapse,
when we're helplessly falling to sleep,
Though not hopeless for a sweet dream,
my heart stops beating,
my body goes numb and soul begins the journey,
Lips cracks, missing your tenderness
which I've never tasted.
Willing not to give up, my body seeks
the aid of the dreams, to stay alive till a new dawn, to hold back soul's journey.
As the dreams fade I wake up to your morning.
It has become a routine.
And That's how I stay alive.
To be near you.
To beat as a heart.
To be the wave in your oceans.
To reach for a sight of your shores.
That's why I stay alive.
And this is how you keep me alive.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 12:20 PM UTC
We’re moving across a pathway of unspoken words
suspended between parallel worlds.
I knew not, how to talk to you
I chose the hard accent
the heart’s accent.
Silence and smiles, and spoke to you
in the moon ocean way.
High tides and low tides, mind famished of
desire.
Changing you, without changing you,
Ephemeral, yet eternal.
I knew not to talk to you
I chose the mountain sunrise way,
And spoke to you without changing you
but shining on you fleetingly. Yet everyday,
eternal.
I let me not, utter a word. afraid.
For words ruin things,
and even a pebble picked up, alters the nature,
good or bad, a flood for the fish world.
I let me not utter a word
for I intend to love you untouched
unchanged.
I intend to love you each day
as sunlight shines through the clouds.
Without changing me, without changing you
as sunlight shines through the clouds.
And I picture us often
under an ocean
naked
wearing colors of the nature
partially merging,
sinking eachother
Pale blue waters and
orange sunshine
blending, transcending
drinking desires
from the depths of eachother.
Speaking. Laughing
in the Heart’s accent.
the hard accent.
Ephemeral.
Yet Eternal.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 6:17 AM UTC
I thought of writing a song for you.
No more flowers for the heartless
No more you and I retardness
No more running from the pain
Countries
Borders
And asking freedom from elsewhere.
She doesn't know you
Not anymore.
Crawl
Return to your mother.
Go back to the roots,
Grow back to who you are.
I thought of writing a song for you.
Couldn't.
Was wounded by the
wounds of you.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
Deep down in the tangled woods that grows in my mind I've built a home, away from home away from the walls of your comfort zone hidden away from your Queens and you pawns
invisible to your war crazy Lords and to the Gods of course.
In the dark and dangerous woods that grows in my mind I've built a home,
a home with no laws, a home for all the mad people I've ever known,
but I'm alone for so long
and I'll take you there
I can take you there,
will you sing me to death and freedom?
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC