I have my pills my love but i forgot how much i took
Light white is emerging from both sides of my eyes
I feel a slow rundown of cool wind down my spine, something up and coming down from my gut..
this shiver up my spine reaching my neck
air slowly retreating out of my ears,
out of my mouth
My vision fully white now and all I here is an echo of my heart
It’s getting far, its fading, its leaving like a train from its station.
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 1:47 AM UTC
I found this person one day in daylight of December.
Sleepy eyes felt a bit uptight and never expected to be connected..
This person turned out to be the person i needed.
I needed this companion, this beautiful soul..
To laugh was easy, vulnerable so much.
This person, this friend has a unique quality.
In the sense, this person can talk, I mean talk straight.
This person, this soul, can see through walls..
Shakes me, traps me, till I drop my act.
It's new that an influence like this can clear things up.. More like it's rare that someone can tear right through..
The prince of my barren ego went out for a walk
The door is still open, wait, if he comes back..
Jan 18, 2024
Jan 18, 2024 at 2:19 AM UTC
Dire thoughts of abandonment were the first to rush in..
The family, the folk would tear apart.
From hatching, catching flight and wandering,
a bird's life writtten in stone.
Each twig collected with joy, each effort painful as it is made with hope.
With it, built, the nest, the folk.
The day of the high winds, dusk and dawn,
with it dust, debris and perils of another land.
Saw the nest, knocked on the ground
In disorder existence becomes unnatural.
In disorder existence becomes meaningless.
The nest, the folk, its debris on ground..
In disorder existence becomes a replica.
A hand can make us whole.
A thought escapes my mind,
of ever being whole.. again..
A desire to be whole becomes an illusion.
Dec 20, 2023
Dec 20, 2023 at 11:49 AM UTC
I saw a lynx as you left..
The dusk fog lighter, a bitter sweet brighter that makes it clear...
Under the nest, by the trees.. The mythic lynx who sees through walls..
Unravels hidden truths, the clairvoyant cat.
The nest up, holds our folk.
Each twig making sense, each twig an essence.
The wind may come, it could knock the nest.
The mythic fox in the blue, light dust, lighter fog,
Shows of a fire from faraway land.
The wind may come, carrying it, it could come.
Ashes could be carried in the following wind to the next cove.
Seedling are born when a hand plants them.
A stranded seedling is an act of war, not of logic.
The war s within, invicible within the folk you've built, above the lynx in the nest you've built.
Remember, the lynx is mythic, it has clear vision.
A child's eye captures amazement in all..
A broom is a horse, a stick is a sword.
A farmers duty is to water and love.
As it is essential, it's another twig, another part.
Unguided rage will bloom in those,
who were never touched by the farmers hand.
As that hand disipates the folk disipates.
One more thought, the lynx sighs.
Your horse neighs, the path is thick.
It neighs when hope seems far.
The path is thick the fog is bigger.
Travel safely, reach home early.
The lynx bows when in retreat,
I bow in respect.
The wind is coming, have to prepare.
The fallen twigs can be put togather again.
Dec 18, 2023
Dec 18, 2023 at 2:07 AM UTC
Your walls don't deserve me
(A conversation)
Had been thinking of ways to end this.
Rapid beats of unusual jazz on my weary skin.
The feeling of being left out
feels like a grape being plucked out and thrown away due to the bitter taste.
Taste, taste, taste my ecstacy.
Drown with me till the last bubble.
Drench in the nights where clouds bring no rain.
Nothing can hold me, I'm not water.
Nothing can entrance me, I'm not wide eyed.
I'm not who you thing &
I don't know what i think.
You can push me to your wall and
paint me all over.
I'll still slide and push you away.
You can throw ropes at me like a mid-west ranger.
I would swirl and dance through the knots.
You can even call a mystic and summon my soul.
Won't be there, its been dead for decades.
You cannot, you cannot hold me, you cannot capture me.
Stand by your wall, stand on your side.
Stand by your voice, stand on your greed.
My place is nowhere &
My place is everywhere.
Now, what do you say, what do you have to say.
.
.
"Nothing much but only this,
Oh dear, even my own walls don't deserve me"
Oct 30, 2022
Oct 30, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC
Ode from an Asylum
He called me and called me and once more it happened.
Could feel the sadness that glooms in his voice.
Could feel the clouded future in his head.
Imaginary, invisible shackles chained to his limbs
Marks of swollen skin ankles and wrists.
Eyes black, insomniac. Even though sleep was there by side.
Nonsense, Nonsense, No sense of Euphoria in anything done. Felt his way, d
Felt his anger, saw the act he did for me. Hardly he kept it, tiredly his soul seemed.
In shackles he is, In shambles he is.
Tired he is, gloomy he is.
Voice breaking with intervals of laughter.. is it for real or are they for me.
I fear of failure. Failure of me and failure he never was.
Cannot see him go into the abyss, where buildings are down under with windows not built.
Help he wanted, asking he was not.
I knew, help he wanted, which i am not aware of.
Help he wanted, someone help me.
Help he wanted, nowhere to be seen.
Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 4:34 AM UTC
Lacing your moon with something of mine
In search of flashes...
I remember,
your scarf, red as i recollect....
Oh my, it had small stitch bumps,
now i remember.
The day was a literal sunshine,
i long and long for even more of those meets.
We listened to Damru..
We sat and read what all We've been writting..
A critic of a kind you are...
a nihilist of other sorts too.
yet, that is true it seems...
Your eyes were dialating as the moonrise on the 7th of May.
You remember May, don't you?
That's the day i had my hands inside you.
That's the day i felt what you are in flesh and not in mind.
And in that process
i found what you thought about, even things you are yet to know.
Inside you.., while we looked at each other.., without breaths..,with ecstacy
And inside, my hands searched for a pen to write all of this and a cigarette to smoke.
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 12:31 AM UTC
Edo, don't worry about the things you hear.
It's all a happening.
Everything happens as to let you know,
these are what you have to bear.
What you lack, lack in life.
Lack in life that tears you apart,
which you always lick from
which you take for granted.
My Dear,
Don't be sad.
Don't be sad when I'm with you.
Tell me all that makes you numb.
I will,
We will,
Make it love.
Your confusions & anger is always natural.
Neutral in ways it or ee help you through.
Signs these are, realisations these are.
Nowadays we stink in our own shoes.
Move to the other persons shoes,
find what they are.
Move to the other and look at you.
You'll see what you lack,
You'll find what you lost.
Go Vaanaprastha.
Meaning,
Find your jungle, go for an exile ,
look back home and see what's happening, through which you see what you did, what happened and what all you took.
What made your head weigh and bow down,
Even when you pushed your muscles to hold it Up.
It's normal and beautiful to die,
By killing your most minute ego.
By devouvering the skins of those creatures
that hold you in chains.
It's a dual choice to go which way.
Choose yours by knowing yourself,
by finding what you are,
When someone asks.
Speak of who you are in terms of what you do.
What you read &
What you listen.
What you consume &
What you excrete.
Rather than,
Where you come from &
Where you are going.
No more tears.
There is no such thing Dear I am here.
It's all nothing but what is now.
Like these moments of time
while reading each of these words.
The breath you take in each second,
as it passes, as it goes away while you were thinking of me.
You were my Early wind,
that brought me Streams.
Streams of water straight from them hills.
You were the wind which made me walk.
Remember who you were
To me you were the wind, the wind, the wind,
Those early winds.
Early winds i still cry for.
Look for,
The picture of the person that
comes into your mind &
The smell that lingers when seen out of sight.
The smell I found,
Your beautiful smell i found,
Found before a time where
we hadn't even met.
The smell i thought was a myth,
But,
Found in time.
In time, everything happens,
In time, you find what you long for.
When we do it by surrendering ourselves.
Listen to music,
Dance till exhaustion,
Let those sweats fall,
Let the ego burst,
Let me love you &
Let me hold you.
Let me feed you &
Let me have from you.
Everytime you do this,
The healing is done.
Everytime this happens,
It's always a happening.
Hugs & Kisses,
Wake upto me.
It's 6:26 am,
4th of Aughust and im thinking of You.
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC
Kiss me she said,
I kissed her hard.
Now with more effort
'My Lips', she said.
I kissed her hard,
but shook her head
and came more close.
"The other lip", she whispered.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 4:26 PM UTC
She slid my hands through her thighs and wishpered, " Your parchment, your pen, now write that poetry as our lips moisten sippin on each others words.”
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 1:55 PM UTC