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At Last

I

 

The life contortions become fragile

With the kiss of a broken doll,

Hesitation from the hand of an angel

Caressing the eyes of the concubine

The blackness of a dance,

Infuriated false pretenders,

From the past to the present

Let go the hand awaken

In the middle of the night

Fear of stumbling through

The gates of foreseen death

Then I announced the engagement between

The wind and the albatross

Tyranny dress and red

Invite me in with a sweetness of a lost rose.

 

II

 

Followed the stars and come

Through the gate of salvation

A dark hole began to close

In front of my illusions

Dialogue between lines

Brought the attention to

The judges of knowledge

Sitting inside a realm

Created by the waste of a mind

Solicitation of sorrow

Fuel the atonement

Silence invites the known

Lover to undress

The crater of loneliness

On a dense fog of indecency

Prolonging the absent of true.

 

III

 

Overzealous steps crossing

A plain field of speciations

Sorry, I can seem to untangle

My spiritual journey with her face

Facing the sun, the chains broke on the way down

Bravery born at the tip of her tongue.

The song design to penetrate

A wave of seduction.

On a strings of a salivate,

Fighting for the understanding of love

Put of your knowledge and

Bowed to the notion of courage

Come around an touched the skies,

Clashing with the ocean in front of heaven.

The skyline become a

Platform for the creations of you,

A powerful love affair Poured down my senses

Forcing me to slow down

A solace of one with purity

The mighty force beneath me

Lift up my soul through clouds

Willingly I walked though

The alleys of lost child.

Contemplating their

Last breath in front of the mirror.

 

 

Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010

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Mar 6, 2010
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