oddly calm in the face of
a downfall
love is a calamity
and we do love suffering,
don’t we?

With each day that fly's away
Closer to the end
As each day throws this my way
You can begin again

It all must serve a purpose
In this crazy thing called life
I've heard it will be worth it
If I make it to the day I die

If I live to see tomorrow
Will I have done all I wanted to
If I live to see tomorrow
Will I have learned a thing or two

Model, Make, set in place
Rusty though I seem
What I find inside my mind
Is youth still clings to me

With shades of gray on display
It's no surprise to me
That the hand of death in my hand rests
Soon enough to set me free

If I live to see tomorrow
Will I think it's come too soon
If I live to see tomorrow
Will I have done all I intended to

With one ear he harks to the drums
Of the tribal measure when it comes,
Then he feels he must talk in tongues
So he yields his nakedness to the words.

Only words when summoned
Ask for nothing in return
For a fire they beckoned
To kindle a withered burn
And brighten the dark dome again
In the midnight hour.

With one ear he harks to the drums
Of the tribal measure as it comes,
Then he knows he should speak through some tongues
So he offers his nakedness to the words
Willingly in the midnight hour.

© LazharBouazzi

I feel the fear holding me back.
To grasp it
Hold it
Take control of it
That's the goal.
Embrace it
Use it as I'm raging
Empower it
In all the right directions
Increase my will
Heighten my senses
Give it my strength
As it will do the same.
Then
And only then
Will you become invincible
Higher than average
Who you are meant to be
Don't be scared to be free.

The light turns
a dim lit space
the cold creeps
summer is gone
the flowers of spring weep
I stare at the eye
an enigma of answers
a cruel joke
played in my mind
the last wind blows
the song fades
love leaves
and I am nothing.
Awake is sleep
distance impossible
a child laughs
and a sudden hush
worry is done
purse is empty
breathless is the air
another day turns unknown
I am in heaven
I am in hell
a symbol of sorrow
for those awake
toil is left undone
and dust gathers
on the box of my dream
only to be unrecogized
I am a nameless immortal
that passes the time
and waits for emptiness
life neither tragic nor fulfilled
traveling cog in motion
in a continuum of the symbiotic
that I do not control

How is it you can say that you love me? You trick and lie to me. You take my dreams and crumble them as though they are worthless. You beat me down and rip me up with your hateful words.
I'm stupid. I'm an idiot. I'm a *****.
Yet, you claim to love me.......yeah, right

You put on a show for the people around us, pretending to be a saint, even though you're from hell. You're a hypocrite, picking out  my flaws, while missing your own.
But you love me...... whatever

You tell twisted stories, fibs and lies, and say deceit isn't right. You sneak around like a fox, stealing my happiness like a rabbit from a burrow.
You can't stand my tear, yet you continue to hurt me. You don't want me around, but won't let me go.
But you love me.........sure you do.

Me at that oak table
Sitting on that couch
There in that room
of what was then
Our house

You on the loveseat
There by my side
We then together
in grandeurs
warm light

There is where
the good the bad
and the beautiful
transpired

Supposing all the tomorrows
were held within Our hand
The days then were precious
Now sadly never again

As I remember
how it all went
I think of you
lovely as an Angel
from Heaven sent

My eyes cannot see
through all of the tears
Thinking back on
the best of of Our life
of those most wonderful years

Since you've been gone
I must you then now tell
I'll see you in Heaven
because I've already
been there in Hell.

-R.

11.27.17
-LA
-4MAR