Silence is the Captain
of my nights

His ship slips quietly
like words made of smoke

By the low light of the moon
he guides me

Both lost in this deep ocean
of love and loneliness.

joy
have wings
that
burst
through
pink
cotton candy clouds
joy
let her sing

I have no love, I have no fear
I have my personal routine
You calmly sit somewhere near
Pretending you love hero in that scene

So don't keep your books unread
Better share your cigarette instead
Let me play that silly song for you
Maybe you will get some better

You see your tears in that rain outside
Don't black yourself, don't let it cover up
But you still sit in waiting for a ride
Hoping to get some better deep inside

But you don't love and you don't fear
Of life you shared with someone
You have your ship no more to steer
You life is to be crushing down apart

Sweeping all the dust and waste.
Before; before you go.
Leave it clean and spotless.
Before;before you go.

What was it before it was new?
You clean all away,
so you cannot answer.

Close the door and lock it shut.
Just as; just as you leave.
Pocket the ice cold key.
Just as;just as you leave.

What did you keep behind the door?
You don't reply.
Because you've no need to any more.

In the midst of sorrow and pain
she waits for closure, but in vain
reaching out for something to ooze
sense of her nocturnal blues.

Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS

Trapped in the cages of catastrophes, My wings, flutter in hopes to fly in the
blue skies once again.
Dealing with the blight of long-ago,
Fighting the agony.

The whisper of my voice deafens the sound of the loud,
Yet those words were as quiet as the heart that beats no sound.

The thoughts of failure echoed in my mind,
And with heartaches and dejections, it leaves me blind.

Sometimes, I’m the artic wind,
Which whistles through the desert, breaking the night.
And sometimes, I’m the highest tide
Majestic yet so destructive with a crucial sight.

I wish upon the moon, and I count upon the stars.
For the path, I want to walk on with pride-light and a spark.

I know...

Somewhere along this stormy way,
Lies the hope- untold
That I'd never give up on, they say.
For the truth is crystal clear, and bold.