Orthodox we, imprisoned in colours
Locked in hues of fear within,
Withering limits of spirit’s extension
Embattlements “will we or won’t we” the sin ?

Channelled in avenue's solid damnation
Skirting the sensitive’s damning intrigue
Entrenched in a mire of social containment
Ruled by customry, locked in fatigue.

God! To be free of this ****** limitation!
God!  we all yearn to emerge from the dark!
Shedding our cloaks of intolerable burden....
To sing the unquenchable song of the lark.

M.
Hamilton
20 February 2016

there are no rarer bedfellows
than joy and intellect.
mortal enemies—
fingers locked
around each other's necks.
to possess a shred
of empathy in times
like these is to embrace
perpetual melancholy.
i refuse
to deceive
my psyche.
i will not shirk
the weight of reality.
unhappiness is a virtue.

eyes will seek for each blade of light
as it peels the darkness that may reveal
as feet will bind contract of contact with this earth
to span a bridge over flood, wasteland, or volcanoes
ears will decipher the language of silence and sound
a hunter’s sense born to trap scent in stillness and wind

because tomorrow is a promise written in salt
each day is Pandora’s box i dare open and endure

for you.

I hate when the my thoughts go there
And I sit and stare
I hate when I get tempted to do that
And I do and regret
I hate when I do not feel content
As I  haven't  lived a sad life.
I hate when I do not know what I resent
But that feeling controls my life
I hate to see that I am not what I wanted to be

The color of royalty claims her,
a purple pool of shadow.
She is majestic,
her wings spread to be the size of the earth.
Her unique display captivates
as she sits and as in motion.
She is limitless.

I think I can love her.

The color of the skies cloak her,
the stars her favorite.
She is free,
unbound to soar every inch of this world.
Her eyes pierce into my very existence
seeing all that I am.
She is timeless.

I AM in love with her..

I want her all to myself.
I NEED her all to myself,
to love the only way I know how.
I cut off her wings and throw her in a cage.

Now she can be, MY Queen.

i am now just a handful of negatives
in a box on the top shelf of your heart.