Flattered heart of the unthought
Flattened cases await departure
A mount of unused garbage
Tragedy in fuelled ignitions

Digging slowly to make sense of the mess
Accumulation of desire in haste
A hoard of heaped cotton and canvas
Looped in discourse of cages

A sleep to mask the heated moment
After a dawn the mountain blurs
Impending progression,dashing hopes
Receding rope, a destined pit

A whistle from England sailing 9500 miles away
A lack of comfort and banter, a fight and a bite
A tuck as I reach out over your leaned shoulder

Young hearts who skipped on a rope and tugged
A pull from right to left, a completion for a winner
Locked you in my arms for the longest time ever

Inside my core is the thesaurus and theories you merited
Can you be the priest that initiates a ritualistic Candomblé?
Recite the irmandades as I dally lost at your feet

Darling, I have no pen left to write epistolary and soliloquies
Neither have I got vocals to narrate and articulate speeches
For all we can do is embark and meet in between the shores

Feel the chains change in me tonight
Condense me to evaporate in want
The long of a bounce to another world
Light the fire to burn deep and fervour

A belly roasts in repetitive embers flushes
Hearts tied connate as the essence flashes
A tangle ribboned to last after the dawn
Testify as our sparks infinitely ignite dances

Titaniums of our tectonic plates merge motions
A convergence entwined in bordered emotions
Link me in the convections of transformations
Conversations of a lasting warm benevolence

Paradisiacal chum of a past in resonance
A photographic collection of a lived long life
Unwrap the snare, unwind the erased tapes
Lay back as we hide away behind the moonlight

You are sacred,
It’s always you getting lost in my dreams
For I loved you once and again I will
Connect to your disjointed mind

You are scared,
It’s always this rhythm that collides us
For I loved you then and again I will
Encase in your apathy and cold touch

I am shaken,
It’s always me who try to dig deeper
For we blame the wind for the bygones
Stricken by the thunder ***** we lay

I am strong,
It’s buried in us to burn in desire
For I wish to uncover the emotional blindness
Hold the gem of your heart tenderly

Harmonica and strums sail my shores
Tell my whole clan sonny, he ain't good
That I met a troller under a sycamore
He passed me all the love as he veiled

We walked around,camouflaged by leaves
Tell mummy he was a preacher's son
A soul that was open and hid it's stick
Unharmonised in accapellas I drowned

Swingers of melodic stormy strings
Tell sassy to keep her tassels tucked
To calm her tussles and noisy gongs
Shake on the octave of the beats

Whisked dreams of the lost yesterdays
Tell Jimmy to listen to her heart raise
Tie her down, bring her back home
Liberate and let her fly like a wild bird