the-other-umi - Hello Poetry

Brittle fulcrums The year is 2020, and i’m beginning to believe i was born asleep and I'm still caught up in my slumber, or haven't quite had the day dream where your name is the answer to all my questions about the universe. I've seen much of the world. Its joys and its cruelty. I'm scared to live now, everything I touch breaks and every move I make turns into a catastrophe. I've asked for forgiveness from those I've wronged, but words are just words, they can never undo the damage. You're somewhere in the world living your life, and looking back to this moment I'm sure you would've never thought that miracles do come true. By all means, conquer the world, and when you're done you'll find me in the woods and tell me all about your travels while we sit around a bonfire. I'll be writing books and teaching my kids how to unlearn all these social ills. The pain that people carry in their eyes and the Colgate smile on their faces confuse me, so I need to get away. I don't know why people always try to hide their sadness when in reality they fall apart as soon as the crowd clears the room. I've learned that love is beautiful, but also love is a muscle you need to build from inside. That while some relations never make it till the end, the love remains, and that while some relationships survive the test of the time, the love dies along the way, in the end all that's left is tolerance and duty. People love you you know, but you'll never know this if you don't love yourself first. Sometimes I feel like explaining how it is being in love is a lot like making the sound people make when they're explaining to the mechanic what's wrong with their car. We walk around with price tags on our heads, moving from one relation to the next looking to wear others down in order to fill the void in our hearts. I see a lot of messages about how "love lives here", but you'll be shocked to know how much love leaves here on a daily basis and we never get to know about the ugly parts because we never want people to know when our lives are falling apart. The lies we buy, hoping that the truth might come on sale. I know this is weird but I use my left hand to ********** because, someone in my teenage years told me that using the left hand makes it feel like someone else is doing it. My hands hurt, not from ************ no; but from the things I hold on to when I shouldn't, and things I let go when I should be clutching . My knuckles are bleeding. I've knocked on some doors for far too long, I even set up camp outside, like my fellow Africans outside home affairs in search of identity. Like my homeless friend Baldwin who made a home of the pavement outside the convenient store. One day we spoke about life and death and I realised how much knowledge can be attained where others see despair. My shoulders hurt, cos lately I feel like I've been carrying my people's ignorance for far too long. This Valentine's day I wanna wear a costume that looks like you when you still loved and valued yourself and show up on your door step. I wanna tell you how I never used to take much notice of abandoned buildings until I became aware just how much I resemble one. The only apology I want from you is an explanation of why some women would want a bouquet of roses on valentine's day when they can have bottles of rosé instead. I think the only reason I love the history of Vikings besides the character of Ragnar Lothbrock is the fact that the men were equally bold when it comes to expressing and sharing their love openly and when it comes to taking a life; which oddly reminded me of my obsession with swing sets when I was just a young boy. My head aches, I think life has been knocking some sense into me and sometimes I'm not sure if it registers. And to the people who've ever pushed me away, I wonder if you used your left hand so it would feel like someone else did it. I know global warming is real but my life feels like it's been snowing forever. I am cold and fatigued. The kind of tired that cannot be fixed by sleep. Albeit I've survived much of winter's doldrums, my heart still rests on brittle falcrums. W.M. Zimbiri

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC

Brittle falcrums

Brittle fulcrums The year is 2020, and i’m beginning to believe i was born asleep and I'm still caught up in my slumber, or haven't quite had the day dream where your name is the answer to all my questions about the universe. I've seen much of the world. Its joys and its cruelty. I'm scared to live now, everything I touch breaks and every move I make turns into a catastrophe. I've asked for forgiveness from those I've wronged, but words are just words, they can never undo the damage. You're somewhere in the world living your life, and looking back to this moment I'm sure you would've never thought that miracles do come true. By all means, conquer the world, and when you're done you'll find me in the woods and tell me all about your travels while we sit around a bonfire. I'll be writing books and teaching my kids how to unlearn all these social ills. The pain that people carry in their eyes and the Colgate smile on their faces confuse me, so I need to get away. I don't know why people always try to hide their sadness when in reality they fall apart as soon as the crowd clears the room. I've learned that love is beautiful, but also love is a muscle you need to build from inside. That while some relations never make it till the end, the love remains, and that while some relationships survive the test of the time, the love dies along the way, in the end all that's left is tolerance and duty. People love you you know, but you'll never know this if you don't love yourself first. Sometimes I feel like explaining how it is being in love is a lot like making the sound people make when they're explaining to the mechanic what's wrong with their car. We walk around with price tags on our heads, moving from one relation to the next looking to wear others down in order to fill the void in our hearts. I see a lot of messages about how "love lives here", but you'll be shocked to know how much love leaves here on a daily basis and we never get to know about the ugly parts because we never want people to know when our lives are falling apart. The lies we buy, hoping that the truth might come on sale. I know this is weird but I use my left hand to ********** because, someone in my teenage years told me that using the left hand makes it feel like someone else is doing it. My hands hurt, not from ************ no; but from the things I hold on to when I shouldn't, and things I let go when I should be clutching . My knuckles are bleeding. I've knocked on some doors for far too long, I even set up camp outside, like my fellow Africans outside home affairs in search of identity. Like my homeless friend Baldwin who made a home of the pavement outside the convenient store. One day we spoke about life and death and I realised how much knowledge can be attained where others see despair. My shoulders hurt, cos lately I feel like I've been carrying my people's ignorance for far too long. This Valentine's day I wanna wear a costume that looks like you when you still loved and valued yourself and show up on your door step. I wanna tell you how I never used to take much notice of abandoned buildings until I became aware just how much I resemble one. The only apology I want from you is an explanation of why some women would want a bouquet of roses on valentine's day when they can have bottles of rosé instead. I think the only reason I love the history of Vikings besides the character of Ragnar Lothbrock is the fact that the men were equally bold when it comes to expressing and sharing their love openly and when it comes to taking a life; which oddly reminded me of my obsession with swing sets when I was just a young boy. My head aches, I think life has been knocking some sense into me and sometimes I'm not sure if it registers. And to the people who've ever pushed me away, I wonder if you used your left hand so it would feel like someone else did it. I know global warming is real but my life feels like it's been snowing forever. I am cold and fatigued. The kind of tired that cannot be fixed by sleep. Albeit I've survived much of winter's doldrums, my heart still rests on brittle falcrums. W.M. Zimbiri

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While you were sleeping The miles we've walked are far greater, harder than this trivial trial we face But somehow we're down on our knees. You see, I don't believe in a God that demands his subjects to kneel before him Perhaps that makes me a non conformist But I never did take pride in anything except being an artist, dissolving what remains of me into my craft I saw a stranger yesterday The homeless man who made the street pavement next to the convenient store his home He smiled at me, and from a spasmodic reaction, I smiled back and waved at him like I would an acquaintance close enough to greet but further to stop and engage in small talk He didn't have lines on his face, it's as if he doesn't frown, but laughs and smiled just enough To dilute the benign darkness in his soul. It occurred to me that at that moment he could've been as free as a bird Here I am, surrounded by all these walls And yet I feel so far from home Melancholy poisons us all Don't ask me to heal, as if you don't have scars from going against the odds The other day you were talking about death, and I got reminded of how we were never quite the same after my car accident on your birthday You suffered my scars with me But every jab reality threw The truth cut deeper; That perhaps this whole time I was the cinder block that hugged your ankle tight Down to the fathomless depths of an unfinished novel about fate It's hard for me not to see the future when you're so ferociously in love with me But we poets know how to stroke forever and dance on the edge of destruction Sometimes i think we're tangled up in the lines we drew between us and I don't know how to set us free Laughter does not visit us often as of late Tears are starting to leave a permanent trail on your tender cheeks But you know only pain replenishes my sinking ship, with tanks half full of empty hope and temperament I can only dream of, and I shall use it all to drive us forward I wrote beautiful things about your eyes earlier today, like how they ooze light, nonchalance and sadness at the same time. Like how even after having lost one, I can still see our unborn children when I look into your eyes. Sometimes your eyes make me think of how life is so much like a race, to nowhere And I'd rather be stuck in this moment with you Now...here I love you now and I'll still love you when you wake up many years from now With snow on your hair and fog in your eyes and contours on your face My mind is a forest of mischief and you were the little innocent girl playing with matches and now I burn ceaselessly just to keep you warm my heart is a lone island of beautiful and endless discoveries and you're the explorer who landed on my shores But no matter how dark, or how bright my reckoning; my adventures The one constant thing, is you

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

While you were sleeping

While you were sleeping The miles we've walked are far greater, harder than this trivial trial we face But somehow we're down on our knees. You see, I don't believe in a God that demands his subjects to kneel before him Perhaps that makes me a non conformist But I never did take pride in anything except being an artist, dissolving what remains of me into my craft I saw a stranger yesterday The homeless man who made the street pavement next to the convenient store his home He smiled at me, and from a spasmodic reaction, I smiled back and waved at him like I would an acquaintance close enough to greet but further to stop and engage in small talk He didn't have lines on his face, it's as if he doesn't frown, but laughs and smiled just enough To dilute the benign darkness in his soul. It occurred to me that at that moment he could've been as free as a bird Here I am, surrounded by all these walls And yet I feel so far from home Melancholy poisons us all Don't ask me to heal, as if you don't have scars from going against the odds The other day you were talking about death, and I got reminded of how we were never quite the same after my car accident on your birthday You suffered my scars with me But every jab reality threw The truth cut deeper; That perhaps this whole time I was the cinder block that hugged your ankle tight Down to the fathomless depths of an unfinished novel about fate It's hard for me not to see the future when you're so ferociously in love with me But we poets know how to stroke forever and dance on the edge of destruction Sometimes i think we're tangled up in the lines we drew between us and I don't know how to set us free Laughter does not visit us often as of late Tears are starting to leave a permanent trail on your tender cheeks But you know only pain replenishes my sinking ship, with tanks half full of empty hope and temperament I can only dream of, and I shall use it all to drive us forward I wrote beautiful things about your eyes earlier today, like how they ooze light, nonchalance and sadness at the same time. Like how even after having lost one, I can still see our unborn children when I look into your eyes. Sometimes your eyes make me think of how life is so much like a race, to nowhere And I'd rather be stuck in this moment with you Now...here I love you now and I'll still love you when you wake up many years from now With snow on your hair and fog in your eyes and contours on your face My mind is a forest of mischief and you were the little innocent girl playing with matches and now I burn ceaselessly just to keep you warm my heart is a lone island of beautiful and endless discoveries and you're the explorer who landed on my shores But no matter how dark, or how bright my reckoning; my adventures The one constant thing, is you

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I'm not the guy you're looking for If financial stability and security is what you seek I have a lot of past errors to rectify, Most of them not my own Even all the lost hopes put together won't save me from drowning If you prefer your man cool and trendy, I'm certainly not him I'm weird and socially awkward People and their need to fit into a social mould put me off and I'm not proud of it but I get bored quite easily If popularity is what you seek, Save your energy I'm a nobody, and I prefer it that way I'm the guy in the background Chasing shadows of my own truth amidst the crowd, Find yours, maybe then I'll find you There is beauty in bars I'm sure Night clubs jolting with music & ecstasy But I've learned not try my luck in places where luck is tested With morning headaches, blurry memories and impending regrets about last night I will not call you every hour to check up on you, you are alive and that's good enough for me I'm a man of few words, I like my conversations short and concise Better yet, let's have a conversation without words I'm not flawless And my scars are there to prove it, sadly you can't see the ones from within I'm nothing but a raw idea But I believe that time is the master of all chisel work Soon my rough edges will be smooth and life will continue being a pointless struggle to be understood

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC

not your regular guy

I'm not the guy you're looking for If financial stability and security is what you seek I have a lot of past errors to rectify, Most of them not my own Even all the lost hopes put together won't save me from drowning If you prefer your man cool and trendy, I'm certainly not him I'm weird and socially awkward People and their need to fit into a social mould put me off and I'm not proud of it but I get bored quite easily If popularity is what you seek, Save your energy I'm a nobody, and I prefer it that way I'm the guy in the background Chasing shadows of my own truth amidst the crowd, Find yours, maybe then I'll find you There is beauty in bars I'm sure Night clubs jolting with music & ecstasy But I've learned not try my luck in places where luck is tested With morning headaches, blurry memories and impending regrets about last night I will not call you every hour to check up on you, you are alive and that's good enough for me I'm a man of few words, I like my conversations short and concise Better yet, let's have a conversation without words I'm not flawless And my scars are there to prove it, sadly you can't see the ones from within I'm nothing but a raw idea But I believe that time is the master of all chisel work Soon my rough edges will be smooth and life will continue being a pointless struggle to be understood

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It's life Not warfare We live, we love And we learn Strategy isn't always effective Tragedy strikes when it strikes Even harder when your guard is down But sometimes you have to abandon your armor In order to fully live, to feel human emotions at their deepest and truest form And strive to stand strong through all of life's storms Sometimes you have to abandon the armor and trust people enough to let them in; Cause not everyone that crosses your path is there destroy your castle, Some come only to cast some light into it Some come to admire it, Some are explorers, in search for their own truth Whatever the case, just care to make a mental note, that one day you might have to stand those dark and quiet halls of your empty castle with no one by your side, when all your guests feel that it's time to leave Feel your pain, let it sting like it's suppose to For not all pain is meant to ******* you, not all pain needs to be numbed Laugh hysterically and make friends in strange cities Collect moments, not things Take long road trips to nowhere Give and accept love connect with the universe And watch how easily mystery unfolds when you finally realise that we're nothing more than scattered fragments of the same whole The morning sunshine doesn't pierce through your window as it does mine So it's okay to be different and branch out from the norm, without passing judgment The universe doesn't owe any of us anything You must claw your way up And write your own destiny And always remember that nothing is better or worse than anything The universe is a big xerox machine that prints out multiple copies of your life story directly from the energy you give out, sending eternal vibrations into infinity and beyond

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Jun 20, 2015

Jun 20, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC

Abandon the armor

It's life Not warfare We live, we love And we learn Strategy isn't always effective Tragedy strikes when it strikes Even harder when your guard is down But sometimes you have to abandon your armor In order to fully live, to feel human emotions at their deepest and truest form And strive to stand strong through all of life's storms Sometimes you have to abandon the armor and trust people enough to let them in; Cause not everyone that crosses your path is there destroy your castle, Some come only to cast some light into it Some come to admire it, Some are explorers, in search for their own truth Whatever the case, just care to make a mental note, that one day you might have to stand those dark and quiet halls of your empty castle with no one by your side, when all your guests feel that it's time to leave Feel your pain, let it sting like it's suppose to For not all pain is meant to ******* you, not all pain needs to be numbed Laugh hysterically and make friends in strange cities Collect moments, not things Take long road trips to nowhere Give and accept love connect with the universe And watch how easily mystery unfolds when you finally realise that we're nothing more than scattered fragments of the same whole The morning sunshine doesn't pierce through your window as it does mine So it's okay to be different and branch out from the norm, without passing judgment The universe doesn't owe any of us anything You must claw your way up And write your own destiny And always remember that nothing is better or worse than anything The universe is a big xerox machine that prints out multiple copies of your life story directly from the energy you give out, sending eternal vibrations into infinity and beyond

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I lay here dead hoping that a caring somebody Finds my decaying body In this lonely bed Only if I could place This passionate heart of mine Into a warmer chest I would channel my thoughts Once more, into the past Step up to the challenge And steer my most intimate encounters Into the a tunnel That breathes light Instead of the darkness I sought to emanate I would say all the sorries I never said The thank you's And I wish I were more braver To say "you're my world" More gentle and more wiser To say "please stay" Even though our plans went astray I disregarded the signs Now my heart breaks Everytime I hear the hymns Sang by the birds My haven is darkness And my one true dream Is always to see the break of dawn Albeit, I dreamt of a solid ground That's more alive than these ruins More stern, than these sand dunes I cry tears unseen, heartbreaks unfelt And I wish my heart holds a steady rhythm, if only longer Than the finest jazz tunes

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC

Defeat

I lay here dead hoping that a caring somebody Finds my decaying body In this lonely bed Only if I could place This passionate heart of mine Into a warmer chest I would channel my thoughts Once more, into the past Step up to the challenge And steer my most intimate encounters Into the a tunnel That breathes light Instead of the darkness I sought to emanate I would say all the sorries I never said The thank you's And I wish I were more braver To say "you're my world" More gentle and more wiser To say "please stay" Even though our plans went astray I disregarded the signs Now my heart breaks Everytime I hear the hymns Sang by the birds My haven is darkness And my one true dream Is always to see the break of dawn Albeit, I dreamt of a solid ground That's more alive than these ruins More stern, than these sand dunes I cry tears unseen, heartbreaks unfelt And I wish my heart holds a steady rhythm, if only longer Than the finest jazz tunes

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Eyes closed Blinded by violent sun rays The land seems foreign But you own and nurture it Now you walk its valleys and peaks With your soul as your only guiding light They think you can't see But you've survived centuries Inside the deep seas You're an old soul Perhaps odd too But one thing for sure You've had too much to see Your eyes filled with desert sands Mixed with water from the oasis You gasp for air For long you've had oxygen supplied to you Food chewed for you and fed to you as pulp Now you want to take control And once again throne the chair Fists clenched As if you'd just woken up From a terrible dream The whole neighborhood awake Because of your loud screams How far did you sleepwalk And strayed from your spiritual beam You think they wanna open your fists And read the secret seams The exotic path on your palms A sacred pact between yourself And your originator Now you choke From all the fear you've generated To your surprise Everyone around you is smiling And you immediately ask yourself "Are these people happy or are they lying Pretending to rejoice when they're only gathered here to watch me dying" "Welcome to the puzzle game" A voice inside you says "The only baffling factor here Is that you are the puzzle And the puzzle is you The world is but a mold Complete and incomplete With and of itself" Just like a folding daisy You slowly open up And take it all in, the light, the madness And slowly you regain your sight You lift your arms and feel the wind Brush against your broken wings Gradually you learn to unclench your fists For therein lies your secret code The coordinates to your destination The part of the world better known as home Ironically, this is not the end But the beginning to this beautiful game called life Be it a map to a secret treasure A key to a door to unsolved mysteries Or a keyword that will capture Someone's heart until time Raptures love without all the miseries Or simply a fortune cookie with a prank written inside That code is yours Etched upon your tiny hands It is your responsibility to decrypt that message And interpret it to fit your purpose And your purpose is nothing more Than what you make it.

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Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC

The secret

Eyes closed Blinded by violent sun rays The land seems foreign But you own and nurture it Now you walk its valleys and peaks With your soul as your only guiding light They think you can't see But you've survived centuries Inside the deep seas You're an old soul Perhaps odd too But one thing for sure You've had too much to see Your eyes filled with desert sands Mixed with water from the oasis You gasp for air For long you've had oxygen supplied to you Food chewed for you and fed to you as pulp Now you want to take control And once again throne the chair Fists clenched As if you'd just woken up From a terrible dream The whole neighborhood awake Because of your loud screams How far did you sleepwalk And strayed from your spiritual beam You think they wanna open your fists And read the secret seams The exotic path on your palms A sacred pact between yourself And your originator Now you choke From all the fear you've generated To your surprise Everyone around you is smiling And you immediately ask yourself "Are these people happy or are they lying Pretending to rejoice when they're only gathered here to watch me dying" "Welcome to the puzzle game" A voice inside you says "The only baffling factor here Is that you are the puzzle And the puzzle is you The world is but a mold Complete and incomplete With and of itself" Just like a folding daisy You slowly open up And take it all in, the light, the madness And slowly you regain your sight You lift your arms and feel the wind Brush against your broken wings Gradually you learn to unclench your fists For therein lies your secret code The coordinates to your destination The part of the world better known as home Ironically, this is not the end But the beginning to this beautiful game called life Be it a map to a secret treasure A key to a door to unsolved mysteries Or a keyword that will capture Someone's heart until time Raptures love without all the miseries Or simply a fortune cookie with a prank written inside That code is yours Etched upon your tiny hands It is your responsibility to decrypt that message And interpret it to fit your purpose And your purpose is nothing more Than what you make it.

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Saturate me with your passion Fulfill me with desire Serenade me with your longing Motivate me to devour you But before then. . . Strip me bare And promise me That through all the pain and suffering I had to bare You will hold dear All the life lessons My scars have to share

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC

lessons in scars

Saturate me with your passion Fulfill me with desire Serenade me with your longing Motivate me to devour you But before then. . . Strip me bare And promise me That through all the pain and suffering I had to bare You will hold dear All the life lessons My scars have to share

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In a world where a father's love Had become ancient Zen Compassion a lonesome den This is how I rewrite history Without a pen I gave him image And I paid homage To our similarities And the gift i got back was my innocence Through his eyes; my eyes He is fine sculptured art And I'm the hands that mold him Into something more bolder And wiser than I ever was, And when time let's go of my hand I shall continue to hold his He is earth, I am spirit He is the living embodiment Of the dying prayer, that was written In my palms before I was born And I shall be there to guide him When he stumbles upon impediment I'm the mystery of the moon And he is the warmth of the sun, And though I've breathed in acrid gases Before him, and injected the poison into my veins Death dare not greet us, or at least not too soon Son, I want to tell you about all the places I've been and how there's nothing like you on any map anywhere. I want to tell you I've been creating a warmer and safer environment for the king that you are. And I will love you beyond the edge of everything I've ever known.

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC

The other Umi

In a world where a father's love Had become ancient Zen Compassion a lonesome den This is how I rewrite history Without a pen I gave him image And I paid homage To our similarities And the gift i got back was my innocence Through his eyes; my eyes He is fine sculptured art And I'm the hands that mold him Into something more bolder And wiser than I ever was, And when time let's go of my hand I shall continue to hold his He is earth, I am spirit He is the living embodiment Of the dying prayer, that was written In my palms before I was born And I shall be there to guide him When he stumbles upon impediment I'm the mystery of the moon And he is the warmth of the sun, And though I've breathed in acrid gases Before him, and injected the poison into my veins Death dare not greet us, or at least not too soon Son, I want to tell you about all the places I've been and how there's nothing like you on any map anywhere. I want to tell you I've been creating a warmer and safer environment for the king that you are. And I will love you beyond the edge of everything I've ever known.

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For a moment I had all corners of fate sealed Right in the palm of my hand I could explore all the avenues And I could determine what tomorrow brings And erase all my past blemishes That still sting even today For a moment, I had it all laid out in front of me Your unwavering strength to overcome that which hurts you the most The gleam in your eyes when you talk about that which you hold dear The way you never talk of love in vain And how you manage to smile through all the pain You took me through the blossoming Fields of your heart And acquainted me with all that blooms there in From a lilly To a daisy Ohhh the lovely scent of the jasmines Even the wildflowers did not look so wild For so long as they were nurtured by the beautiful strength of your soil Their roots strong like your will They seemed ever more beautiful in my eyes For a moment I was not a stranger In the land you grew up in As foreign as it was to me For the different personalities I met All came from a nation of pure kindness and humility No one fought over property The elderly cared for the young And the young respected the elderly And in due time, the youth was well versed in all the stages of life including puberty Then we took a short left To the grimmest corners of your neighborhood To meet those who are considered vile and most crooked around the hood And I learned that those souls needed healing Not necessarily that they were up to no good Maybe they did commit inhumane acts But it all came from a dark pit where hearts are left to bleed out to death And souls cry in the valley of their suffering with no one to hear their cries Laughter shared and sadness spared Amongst two hearts that deeply cared Was preceded by the whine and grine Of skin on skin and heart to heart A tale of how two spirits got intimately entwined And a passion that transcended space and time My lips wrote poetry on your skin And your moans whispered a promise to my heart I could read the desire on your neck And I suddenly knew you were home Because your nails built a nest on my back Perhaps all that aphrodisiac was incited by the red wine An evening bubbling with heartfelt stories and utmost openness There certainly was no room for grapevine The firm grip of your fingers on the sheets And my fingers in your hair Rendering each fold in between my fingers A fine art made of twine I was just consumed whole By the bone shattering ecstasy of two bodies merged into one For in that instant, we shared the same heart And through my rhythm I could find yours In that instant I was thine And thee mine Before the morning sunshine That pierced through the windows shook me awake I was still dreaming about your eyes How they resemble the beautiful sky Above the roof that covered our heads From a distance I could hear a flock of chirping birds And the sound of ocean waves Flowing and receding just to kiss the shore But that was all in a moment of trance When I had the chance To glance into your beautiful eyes Perhaps for the last time Or the first of many But It matters not, for that one night alone was just divine Well maybe I totally blew it Maybe I nailed it to the core But these are standards to which Only your heart can give the score For it was a night filled with oxymorons and metaphors I mean who am I to ask such questions When I was just another nobody Who took a casual stroll in your mental streets And spent one night in your sheets Before I knew it, my time was over I had to get back to my normal life And shake off my deep sleep.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC

One faithful night

For a moment I had all corners of fate sealed Right in the palm of my hand I could explore all the avenues And I could determine what tomorrow brings And erase all my past blemishes That still sting even today For a moment, I had it all laid out in front of me Your unwavering strength to overcome that which hurts you the most The gleam in your eyes when you talk about that which you hold dear The way you never talk of love in vain And how you manage to smile through all the pain You took me through the blossoming Fields of your heart And acquainted me with all that blooms there in From a lilly To a daisy Ohhh the lovely scent of the jasmines Even the wildflowers did not look so wild For so long as they were nurtured by the beautiful strength of your soil Their roots strong like your will They seemed ever more beautiful in my eyes For a moment I was not a stranger In the land you grew up in As foreign as it was to me For the different personalities I met All came from a nation of pure kindness and humility No one fought over property The elderly cared for the young And the young respected the elderly And in due time, the youth was well versed in all the stages of life including puberty Then we took a short left To the grimmest corners of your neighborhood To meet those who are considered vile and most crooked around the hood And I learned that those souls needed healing Not necessarily that they were up to no good Maybe they did commit inhumane acts But it all came from a dark pit where hearts are left to bleed out to death And souls cry in the valley of their suffering with no one to hear their cries Laughter shared and sadness spared Amongst two hearts that deeply cared Was preceded by the whine and grine Of skin on skin and heart to heart A tale of how two spirits got intimately entwined And a passion that transcended space and time My lips wrote poetry on your skin And your moans whispered a promise to my heart I could read the desire on your neck And I suddenly knew you were home Because your nails built a nest on my back Perhaps all that aphrodisiac was incited by the red wine An evening bubbling with heartfelt stories and utmost openness There certainly was no room for grapevine The firm grip of your fingers on the sheets And my fingers in your hair Rendering each fold in between my fingers A fine art made of twine I was just consumed whole By the bone shattering ecstasy of two bodies merged into one For in that instant, we shared the same heart And through my rhythm I could find yours In that instant I was thine And thee mine Before the morning sunshine That pierced through the windows shook me awake I was still dreaming about your eyes How they resemble the beautiful sky Above the roof that covered our heads From a distance I could hear a flock of chirping birds And the sound of ocean waves Flowing and receding just to kiss the shore But that was all in a moment of trance When I had the chance To glance into your beautiful eyes Perhaps for the last time Or the first of many But It matters not, for that one night alone was just divine Well maybe I totally blew it Maybe I nailed it to the core But these are standards to which Only your heart can give the score For it was a night filled with oxymorons and metaphors I mean who am I to ask such questions When I was just another nobody Who took a casual stroll in your mental streets And spent one night in your sheets Before I knew it, my time was over I had to get back to my normal life And shake off my deep sleep.

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Standing on the curb Watching your other self Pass you by, waving as they pass Do you get up and go find yourself Or do you wait for yourself To come back to yourself? A question I asked myself countless times Times when I felt like I wasn't being real To my true self Life is sometimes cruel With its trials and tribulations To the point where one has to leave Ones truest convictions To pursue a life of less substance Thinking about the fellow Who looked like a replica of me earlier I examined myself and how my life Has taken turns to the unknown Crisscrossing into an unknown maze Knotting and unknitting Right in front of my eyes I sometimes sit and wonder What I had done with the thread of life Cause I'm at the point of choking myself With every move I make The next minute I found myself lost In the beautiful words by a wonderful poet That I hold dear And she said: "It is the very liquid soul That oozes from this pores To light the sidewalks with our magic Beyond the distant shores It is the joy from which the laughter Of the dying is drawn" Sitting in my apartment Later still, that same evening I got rudely awaken by an abrupt call From the police department When I was asked to identify my own body.

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC

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Standing on the curb Watching your other self Pass you by, waving as they pass Do you get up and go find yourself Or do you wait for yourself To come back to yourself? A question I asked myself countless times Times when I felt like I wasn't being real To my true self Life is sometimes cruel With its trials and tribulations To the point where one has to leave Ones truest convictions To pursue a life of less substance Thinking about the fellow Who looked like a replica of me earlier I examined myself and how my life Has taken turns to the unknown Crisscrossing into an unknown maze Knotting and unknitting Right in front of my eyes I sometimes sit and wonder What I had done with the thread of life Cause I'm at the point of choking myself With every move I make The next minute I found myself lost In the beautiful words by a wonderful poet That I hold dear And she said: "It is the very liquid soul That oozes from this pores To light the sidewalks with our magic Beyond the distant shores It is the joy from which the laughter Of the dying is drawn" Sitting in my apartment Later still, that same evening I got rudely awaken by an abrupt call From the police department When I was asked to identify my own body.

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