All day I dream of space
Far off worlds pull at my thoughts
Earth on the fringes of my mind.
Foreign air chokes my lungs.

Alien brainwaves, invading
Persuading, notions that I do not belong
This poisonous world, suffocating
The light seen in dreams
Calling out across dimensions

White noise screams, broken messages
Loud pulsing, scrapes along my skull
Bleeding out into over saturated comprehension
Known truths, wither into the dust
Of old age and barried lies.

The Infinite darkness, the chill
Space comforts me, quells the flames
Blinds these tired eyes from chains
Worn heavy, by the proud fool.
Trapped in a shell, far away from home.

The Melody Of Love


Love plays different melodies..
Music to which lovers respond..
  
Instrumental, is the harp,
the flute, and the drum.

Listen with your ears, for
your heart may skip a beat
.
Listen with your eyes,eyes will
always see.

Hear with your whole being,
the melody of love.

The Drum will beat out
warnings..

As the harp beckons
to you,.."come"!!

The flute will calm a
distressed soul...

But only the melody of unity
can strike that blessed chord.

Unity and passion can
fulfill the empty soul.

While the melody of love
unheard, is sad.

Opened ears will make songs glad....
When we move our feet together,

our hearts will dance in unison
If we hear love’s melody

with unguarded hearts -
To the love we shall sub-come.

We contemplate the music
of loves sweet refrain.

Together we make music
of melodious adoration,

As our creator's love
has no limitations.

You whistle the same
bars and measures.

As I lay and calmly hum.
We be tuned as one-

We become
as a symphony,

to which our
heartstrings strum.

Copyright © 2015 Vicki Acquah

WORDS**

THOUSAND MEANING
THOUSAND REASONS
Can be helpful
can be painful
Sometime its easy to say
sometime its stuck in the mouth

But One word can change everything…

Our silent words are nothing
Our sickening songs are dead
That last breath of something
Was just a whisper in my head

The moving world around me
Is growing darker by the hour
My bleeding heart is dreaming
Of screaming down that tower

Of the embrace that awaits me
Of the sudden eclipse of sound
Solemn grace which escapes me
As my dungeon hits the ground

Forget the things that Forget you...
Remember the things that make you.

Fragments of who you are.
Scattered in vast seas out far.

Feel the freshness of renewal
For thy old friend's memories of you
Became dull.
So, who are you?