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 Feb 2014 Jimmy Solanki
Peach
My stilettos carried me around the city
Wandering in night's perfection
I heard the soul of music
Found myself in the most amazing blues bar

Smoke and candlelight
Set the mood for a tear stained voice
Drifting from the shadows
As a spotlight slowly spilled across her ebony face.

She could have been anywhere from 30 to 50
Dressed in a cream dress
A rose in her hair
She had the bar awestruck with wonder

She belted out lyrics in a raspy drawl
Pulled at heart strings with ease
Let her past pass her lips
While knowing fire ignited in her eyes

I leaned back
A slight smile on my lips
Sipped gold, enjoyed a slow burn
I drifted away on a song about whiskey blues

To be continued

© 2013-2014 Peach
Why can the past not be forgotten?

Why does it creep in the night,
Searching and slithering like a shadow in the dark?

An endless cycle of memories I only long to forget.

An endless storm inside my mind,
Eroding away the barriers to my sanity.

"What will you have me do?"
"A bargain? A truce? What do you long for?"

Taunting and absurd, the voice echoes in my thoughts,
Like waves crashing upon the sandy shore.

"An end to the torment you lay upon me!"
"A torment lain upon yourself."

Slashing, booming, clawing, banging, hashing,
Destroying everything in the recesses of my mind.

Terror, horror, uncontrollable, and unrelenting,
A flood breaks through the gates at the sight of him.

"There is no bargain or truce to be made,
It will only end when you are nothing but a shell."

Despair, longing...guilt.

Why?
How many trees has this wind touched?
Caressing leaves as it says its goodbyes,
Passing through sun and meadow, grove and shadow.
Where now does it fly?

Where were these painted skies born?
The clouds littered across a blue canvas with the stroke of a brush,
Forever billowing along with a soft breeze.
Only existing as a distant water's glancing hush?

What changes has this wise tree seen?
Love, hate, kindness, compassion, luck,
Spreading its roots ever deeper in the earth.
How is it different now, what stuck?

What time did this warmth arrive?
Its journey throught he heavens, beautiful, pure,
Seeping into my skin with a golden kiss.
Why here were you lured?
The breeze in the air cools the sweat on my face,
It's the deep plunge before the battle of rage.
Too many times have I ran in disgrace,
The time has come to break out of this cage.

Take a deep breath put your armour on,
You'll be living in fear until the battle is won.
The despair in your chest sounds within,
The silence of it all shows it's time to begin.

Don't clsose your eyes just draw your sword,
Clear your mind before you go.
Raise your shield to the wind,
Just in time to block the blow.

Weapons swing in every which way,
The blood of the mighty who fell to its game.
Singing along to the battles forte,
Few are the lucky not forced to play.

Fierce warriors set ablaze,
The fire spread among the clouds.
They found no heart within the beast,
Just a sacrificial crown.

*This is an original song: all rights reserved
It was a mere young woman, who lived by the sea,
Her house was on the shore, occupied by her family;
The house of a fisherman, that was so tall and slender,
Was built on an island, opposite to her.

It was a starry evening when they both met each other,
When fisherman put some baits on water,
He saw a woman drowning in the sea;
She was caught by his baits accidentally.

The fisherman came to save her;
Brought her at home and gave her anything he can offer.
There they started knowing each other;
Laughing and talking while watching the moon together.

As the moonlight flashed at each other’s eyes,
It showed feelings which suddenly arise.
A feeling pierced sharply like dart
Was the love felt strongly by their heart.

Then the sun rose and ended their beautiful night,
Woman needs to go home and leave his sight.
Poor little fisherman can’t defy;
Hugged the woman and kissed her goodbye.

Months have passed but fisherman was still in woman’s mind.
She love him and it’s difficult to hide,
So she went to the opposite island to see him,
And found fisherman and his wife and child with him.

The woman stepped back and went to the shore;
She drowned herself for life’s not good anymore,
But someone stopped her and grabbed her.
It was fisherman who gladly said “You came back” and pulled her out of the water.

Out spoke the woman, --”You’re now married, so let me die!”
“What? I’m not married, you’re telling a lie!”
“I went to your house and I saw you with your wife and child!”
“That’s my twin brother”, then the fisherman smiled.

Now, it’s the fisherman and the woman living by the sea,
In an island where they both dwell happily.
With the moon above, they exchanged their vows so quiet,
On a lo
I know she hurt you.
She took all your love and then she left. And now, here I am, ready to pick up the pieces. Even when the pieces of myself are still untouched, still sting by the one who hurt me. I know about the nights you cry yourself to sleep, tell me it’ll pass soon. I know how it hurts. Because I’ve been there. I’ve hurt like you have. I want to hold you in the most innocent, yet intimate way. And let my endless love seep through me and into you, to dry your tears, steal your sadness. I want you to smile at me the way you smiled at her. I want you to feel my love. I want you to know of my love. But how can I say what it is that I feel, when you are the thunder before the storm and I am the puddle after? When I am not worthy of your sunshine? How then, can you love the girl, who cannot truly trust her own love?
Everything's relative" they say
And from way up here
Why would you care?

The mighty oak and the sturdy pine
The fields of blooming flowers and the green pastures of grass
The rich brown soil and the rolling hills stained with jagged stones
Concrete cities that spill out into the valley below
A maze of houses and roads built by human hands

The mothers and fathers working in the stores
and the school children skipping back home

The hopes and dreams of a people
the strife and struggle
the battles
and the losses
the victories and celebrations
The tears and embraces

From way up here they are only pixels of paint on the grand canvas
of The Universe
like a grain of sand in the endless dunes of existence
they are forgettable, overlooked and unimportant

But that piece called
'The Universe'
It is only one of many paintings in a sad and incomplete collection called
'The Unknown'
And that makes them insignificant
It is almost better for them to not even exist


But soon the swift wind comes sweeping down the valley
and into the cities and through the fields of flowers
rustling in between the sturdy pines and blowing past the rugged hills

drifting
                 ai m
                         le ss
                                 l  y

beyond the towering clouds above


"Everything's relative" they say,
but I guess that's just how I see it.
I hope you like this poem, but it all depends on how you look at it...
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